"Freaky Fabulous: The Darius Diva Chronicles"
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"Alright, man. This is getting too weird," I said, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. Across from me, a busty redheaded white girl who was technically my buddy Darius blinked her fluttering lashes at me. Darius had always been a bold character, but this... this was next level.
"What's the matter, Mike? Can't handle all this fabulousness?" she--I mean, he--no, definitely she--giggled, twirling a lock of red hair around her finger.
"I just... I never thought you'd follow through with it. You always joked about it, but now... I mean, seriously? A body swap clinic?" I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process this reality.
"Hey, you only live once," Darius replied, adjusting her, um, ample assets with a smirk. "Now I know what it's like to have to wear a bra. And let me tell you, it is not as fun as it looks."
I chuckled despite myself. "I can't believe you did this, man. I mean, woman. It's just--I'm trying to get used to hearing your voice come out of that... that... body."
Sighing dramatically, Darius got up and strutted around the room with the kind of flair that made me think she had taken several runway lessons overnight. "You should see people's faces when I open my mouth. They expect Barbie, but instead, they get a burst of Darius charm."
"I bet they do," I snorted. "When's the last time you hit on anyone?"
"Hit on anyone? I'm getting hit on, Mike! Back when I was in my old body, I didn't get this kind of attention. Now, I can't even get through the grocery store without some guy offering to help me find the cereal aisle."
"And you're enjoying it?" I raised an eyebrow.
A smirk crossed Darius's face. "Let's just say, I'm compiling research. Plenty of data points for future reference."
Shaking my head, I could only laugh. "You know, this is so like you. Leave it to Darius to take a ridiculous idea and make it reality."
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it. Maybe your inner diva is waiting to shine," Darius teased, flicking a finger at my shoulder.
"Nope. I'm quite happy in my male, ordinary, and boring skin, thank you very much."
She - Darius - looked at me with mock pity. "Your loss. Anyway, I've got a mani-pedi appointment. Care to join?"
I nearly choked on my soda. "Yeah, I'll pass. But you have fun with that."
"Suit yourself, man." Darius sashayed to the door, pausing to blow me a kiss. "Don't wait up!"
The door closed behind her, and I sat back, shaking my head. Life with Darius around had always been a roller coaster, but this was a new height. As long as he—or she—was happy, I guessed it wasn't all that bad.
Although, one thing was for sure: our friendship had just entered a whole new level of strange. And knowing Darius, it was only going to get stranger from here.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: wrote a story with dialogue where Darius was my friend, he was black but he said he always wanted to know what it was like to be white. I always thought it was a joke but then he went to body swap clinic and got a busty redheaded white girls body with an ass to match which is the exact oppostie of his old black and muscular boost I think he is enjoying it so far but it is strange for me, especially hearing this prissy and beautiful white woman talking like my buddy Darius.
Response: "Alright, man. This is getting too weird," I said, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. Across from me, a busty redheaded white girl who was technically my buddy Darius blinked her fluttering lashes at me. Darius had always been a bold character, but this... this was next level. "What's the matter, Mike? Can't handle all this fabulousness?" she--I mean, he--no, definitely she--giggled, twirling a lock of red hair around her finger. "I just... I never thought you'd follow through with it. You always joked about it, but now... I mean, seriously? A body swap clinic?" I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process this reality. "Hey, you only live once," Darius replied, adjusting her, um, ample assets with a smirk. "Now I know what it's like to have to wear a bra. And let me tell you, it is not as fun as it looks." I chuckled despite myself. "I can't believe you did this, man. I mean, woman. It's just--I'm trying to get used to hearing your voice come out of that... that... body." Sighing dramatically, Darius got up and strutted around the room with the kind of flair that made me think she had taken several runway lessons overnight. "You should see people's faces when I open my mouth. They expect Barbie, but instead, they get a burst of Darius charm." "I bet they do," I snorted. "When's the last time you hit on anyone?" "Hit on anyone? I'm getting hit on, Mike! Back when I was in my old body, I didn't get this kind of attention. Now, I can't even get through the grocery store without some guy offering to help me find the cereal aisle." "And you're enjoying it?" I raised an eyebrow. A smirk crossed Darius's face. "Let's just say, I'm compiling research. Plenty of data points for future reference." Shaking my head, I could only laugh. "You know, this is so like you. Leave it to Darius to take a ridiculous idea and make it reality." "Hey, don't knock it till you try it. Maybe your inner diva is waiting to shine," Darius teased, flicking a finger at my shoulder. "Nope. I'm quite happy in my male, ordinary, and boring skin, thank you very much." She - Darius - looked at me with mock pity. "Your loss. Anyway, I've got a mani-pedi appointment. Care to join?" I nearly choked on my soda. "Yeah, I'll pass. But you have fun with that." "Suit yourself, man." Darius sashayed to the door, pausing to blow me a kiss. "Don't wait up!" The door closed behind her, and I sat back, shaking my head. Life with Darius around had always been a roller coaster, but this was a new height. As long as he—or she—was happy, I guessed it wasn't all that bad. Although, one thing was for sure: our friendship had just entered a whole new level of strange. And knowing Darius, it was only going to get stranger from here.
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