"From Bro-to-Babe-In-One-Second Puberty"
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Title: "From Bro-to-Babe-In-One-Second Puberty"
Let's get something straight: second puberty is usually as rare as a unicorn sighting. Yet, somehow, my best friend Tim managed to hit this peculiar lottery. It's a bizarre phenomenon exclusive to men, where they metamorphose into women. One morning Tim woke up with a higher voice, like he'd inhaled helium, and hair longer than Rapunzel’s. We all tried to brush it off as a phase. But by the end of the week, Tim wasn't Tim; he was Tima.
Tima's transformation caught everyone off guard. Not so much for the skyscraper-high hair, but more for the rocketing bust and a behind that was hard to ignore. The changes were more awe-inspiring than a solar eclipse. But the silver lining? He was still the same Tim, a daft and loveable clod.
He invited me to hang out one day. I swallowed my shock when I showed up to his house, or should I say, Tima's house. She greeted me with a statuesque figure that could rival any Victoria's Secret model. The lacy bra struggling to contain her ample bosom and the booty shorts emphasizing her sumptuous curves were enough to make anyone choke on their words. My gaze was helplessly drawn to the new rounded valleys and hills found on my best friend’s body.
Even with this complete transformation, Tim's sense of humor shone through. With a flirtatious chuckle, he reminded me, "Hey buddy, my eyes are up here." I laughed, blushing as my face looked like a ripe tomato.
Tima then rummaged through her new purse, grumbling about the chronic lack of pockets in women's clothes. It wasn’t entirely the societal rant about the bleak situation of female fashion I expected from Tim, but it was still typical Tim's kind of complaint. I then faced a Herculean task: to keep my eyes on the road while Tima's new mesmerizing figure sat beside me as we headed to watch a movie.
Sure, the movie was great; high action, explosions, everything a bro’s night needed. But the real movie I wanted to replay in my head starred just two characters - me and Tima. As I sat there, trying to concentrate on the screen, I boiled up the courage to ask him, well her out. After all, as everyone kept reminding me, it was still the same Tim. Second puberty or not, Tima was still my best friend. And maybe, just maybe, we could be something more.
After all, second puberty might be rare, but so was my connection with Tim. Now it was time to discover where this new version of our relationship would lead. I never thought I'd end up asking my best friend out, especially not after he became a she. Yet, here we were. She was still Tim - albeit with more curves and less pockets - and she had me, willing to embark on this confusing and hysterical journey with her.
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: write a story where Second puberty is very rare and usually only happens to men it is a strange condition the transforms them into women. I was shocked to find out that my best friend got it. At first the changes seemed minor like a higher voice and longer hair. But just a few days ago his body completely transformed into a woman. He's got a huge bust now and an ass to match. Luckily, he is still the same goofball mentally. He wants to hangout today, but his new body is very hot maybe I'll ask him out. When I go to his house to meet him, he's standing there only in his bra, and some cut off booty shorts. I can't stop looking at his heavy boobs and his large and curvy thighs. He laughs and tells me My eyes are up here. He grabs his new purse and complains about his lack of pockets he now has with girl clothes. And we head out to a movie together I'm definitely going to try and make a movie on him tonight.
Response: Title: "From Bro-to-Babe-In-One-Second Puberty" Let's get something straight: second puberty is usually as rare as a unicorn sighting. Yet, somehow, my best friend Tim managed to hit this peculiar lottery. It's a bizarre phenomenon exclusive to men, where they metamorphose into women. One morning Tim woke up with a higher voice, like he'd inhaled helium, and hair longer than Rapunzel’s. We all tried to brush it off as a phase. But by the end of the week, Tim wasn't Tim; he was Tima. Tima's transformation caught everyone off guard. Not so much for the skyscraper-high hair, but more for the rocketing bust and a behind that was hard to ignore. The changes were more awe-inspiring than a solar eclipse. But the silver lining? He was still the same Tim, a daft and loveable clod. He invited me to hang out one day. I swallowed my shock when I showed up to his house, or should I say, Tima's house. She greeted me with a statuesque figure that could rival any Victoria's Secret model. The lacy bra struggling to contain her ample bosom and the booty shorts emphasizing her sumptuous curves were enough to make anyone choke on their words. My gaze was helplessly drawn to the new rounded valleys and hills found on my best friend’s body. Even with this complete transformation, Tim's sense of humor shone through. With a flirtatious chuckle, he reminded me, "Hey buddy, my eyes are up here." I laughed, blushing as my face looked like a ripe tomato. Tima then rummaged through her new purse, grumbling about the chronic lack of pockets in women's clothes. It wasn’t entirely the societal rant about the bleak situation of female fashion I expected from Tim, but it was still typical Tim's kind of complaint. I then faced a Herculean task: to keep my eyes on the road while Tima's new mesmerizing figure sat beside me as we headed to watch a movie. Sure, the movie was great; high action, explosions, everything a bro’s night needed. But the real movie I wanted to replay in my head starred just two characters - me and Tima. As I sat there, trying to concentrate on the screen, I boiled up the courage to ask him, well her out. After all, as everyone kept reminding me, it was still the same Tim. Second puberty or not, Tima was still my best friend. And maybe, just maybe, we could be something more. After all, second puberty might be rare, but so was my connection with Tim. Now it was time to discover where this new version of our relationship would lead. I never thought I'd end up asking my best friend out, especially not after he became a she. Yet, here we were. She was still Tim - albeit with more curves and less pockets - and she had me, willing to embark on this confusing and hysterical journey with her.
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