From Best Friends to Best Wives: The Unconventional Love Story of Rachel and [Protagonist]
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## Best Friends Forever: The Surprising Perks of Femisia
"Oh, man, can you believe we gotta do this?" I said, pacing around the small room filled with posters of cars and sports teams. Rick—now Rachel—was lounging on the couch, nonchalantly inspecting her long, fire-engine red nails.
"Believe it? Hun, I'm livin' it!" Rachel responded, her newly-acquired ghetto accent setting me off into a fit of laughter.
"You sound so funny, Rachel!" I said, still getting used to my best friend’s transformation. Who would’ve thought the drugs could change not just the body but the voice too?
Rachel grinned, leaning forward. "You kiddin'? I’m rockin’ this body! Look at dis booty!" She stood up and did a little twirl, emphasizing her newfound assets.
I couldn’t help but laugh. "That's gonna take some getting used to."
"So, whatchu thinking 'bout our wedding?" Rachel asked, plopping back down on the couch and kicking her feet up.
"Well, I always thought I'd marry someone who didn't hog the remote," I teased.
Rachel smirked, tossing a couch pillow at me. "Oh, you best believe I ain't givin’ up my football time. You know I’m still watchin' my games."
As I narrowly dodged the pillow, I couldn’t help but smile. It was like living in an alternate reality where our friendship morphed into something even better.
"You ever think this is weird? Us being a couple now?" I asked, settling into my favorite chair.
She raised an eyebrow. "Honey, ain’t nuthin' weird about me. 'Side, we always talked 'bout findin' girls like each other. Now we just skipped a step. Plus, these firm boobs ain’t complainin’."
I chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I guess you're right. And hey, our wedding playlist is gonna be the best. We both have the same taste in music."
Rachel stood up again, dancing to an imaginary beat. "You know it, babe! I'm the only wife who'll beat yo ass in fantasy football while lookin' this fine."
"The other guys are definitely jealous," I admitted. "Their wives don't play fantasy football."
Rachel beamed. "Yeah, they missin' out!" She paused, looking a bit reflective. "You know, sometimes, I think it ain't just the body that's changed. Like, I feel pretty damn good in this skin. Makes me wonder if deep down, I always had a lil’ Rachel inside me."
I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Well, I'm glad I got the best of both worlds. You're still my best friend, and now you're my sexy wife too."
Rachel leaned up and gave me a quick kiss. "Hey, pretty soon, ya boy here... or should I say girl... might be makin' us some lil' football players!"
I laughed, picturing our kids in tiny jerseys. "That'll be the day! But you know what? I think you'll be a great mom."
"Damn straight," she replied with a proud smile. "Now, let's go watch the game. And don't even think 'bout switchin' channels."
As we sat down on the couch, I couldn’t help but admire how life turned out. It had its surprise twists, but having Rachel by my side made it all the more perfect. Who wouldn’t love a wife who was once your best friend and now your best friend with benefits?
As the opening whistle blew for the game, Rachel threw an arm around my shoulders. "This ain't bad, huh?"
"Not bad at all," I agreed, smiling at my friend-now-wife. "Not bad at all."
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: After a strange occurrence led to the male chromosome gene to become incredibly dominant meaning less and less women were in the world. People began to panic. That’s when they made a drug called Femisia. Femisia was able to change men into women. Two men were assigned to be a couple one of them would have to turn into a woman. When I found out my pairing was my best friend I was glad since we had such a good relationship. Fortunately, my friend got chosen to take the Femisia. He is now my sexy redheaded girlfriend and surprisingly he seems to like it. He especially likes his nice big booty and his firm boobs. He also likes to joke about being a 5'2 white chick now. I Like being married to my best friend, who wouldn't love a wife who loves football and played fantasy football with you. She loves my taste in music now and also loves cars just like me. Having my best friend as my new wife is pretty exciting. Give my friend a ghetto accent in his dialogue. write the story with lots of dialogue
Response: ## Best Friends Forever: The Surprising Perks of Femisia "Oh, man, can you believe we gotta do this?" I said, pacing around the small room filled with posters of cars and sports teams. Rick—now Rachel—was lounging on the couch, nonchalantly inspecting her long, fire-engine red nails. "Believe it? Hun, I'm livin' it!" Rachel responded, her newly-acquired ghetto accent setting me off into a fit of laughter. "You sound so funny, Rachel!" I said, still getting used to my best friend’s transformation. Who would’ve thought the drugs could change not just the body but the voice too? Rachel grinned, leaning forward. "You kiddin'? I’m rockin’ this body! Look at dis booty!" She stood up and did a little twirl, emphasizing her newfound assets. I couldn’t help but laugh. "That's gonna take some getting used to." "So, whatchu thinking 'bout our wedding?" Rachel asked, plopping back down on the couch and kicking her feet up. "Well, I always thought I'd marry someone who didn't hog the remote," I teased. Rachel smirked, tossing a couch pillow at me. "Oh, you best believe I ain't givin’ up my football time. You know I’m still watchin' my games." As I narrowly dodged the pillow, I couldn’t help but smile. It was like living in an alternate reality where our friendship morphed into something even better. "You ever think this is weird? Us being a couple now?" I asked, settling into my favorite chair. She raised an eyebrow. "Honey, ain’t nuthin' weird about me. 'Side, we always talked 'bout findin' girls like each other. Now we just skipped a step. Plus, these firm boobs ain’t complainin’." I chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I guess you're right. And hey, our wedding playlist is gonna be the best. We both have the same taste in music." Rachel stood up again, dancing to an imaginary beat. "You know it, babe! I'm the only wife who'll beat yo ass in fantasy football while lookin' this fine." "The other guys are definitely jealous," I admitted. "Their wives don't play fantasy football." Rachel beamed. "Yeah, they missin' out!" She paused, looking a bit reflective. "You know, sometimes, I think it ain't just the body that's changed. Like, I feel pretty damn good in this skin. Makes me wonder if deep down, I always had a lil’ Rachel inside me." I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Well, I'm glad I got the best of both worlds. You're still my best friend, and now you're my sexy wife too." Rachel leaned up and gave me a quick kiss. "Hey, pretty soon, ya boy here... or should I say girl... might be makin' us some lil' football players!" I laughed, picturing our kids in tiny jerseys. "That'll be the day! But you know what? I think you'll be a great mom." "Damn straight," she replied with a proud smile. "Now, let's go watch the game. And don't even think 'bout switchin' channels." As we sat down on the couch, I couldn’t help but admire how life turned out. It had its surprise twists, but having Rachel by my side made it all the more perfect. Who wouldn’t love a wife who was once your best friend and now your best friend with benefits? As the opening whistle blew for the game, Rachel threw an arm around my shoulders. "This ain't bad, huh?" "Not bad at all," I agreed, smiling at my friend-now-wife. "Not bad at all."
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