"Gender Swap Shenanigans: When the Swap Device Lands in the Wrong Hands"
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I was confused when I came home and my swap device was gone. I looked everywhere for it. When I walked into my room I found my wife standing there in just her underwear looking down at herself in shock and awe. Apparently, my wife wanted to see what it was like to be a guy. She swapped with my buddy. He keeps looking at his nails and down at his new boobs in delight. One of his hands goes to his ass and he wiggles his hips to feel it bounce. I think he kind of likes her body.
"Oh, blimey, mate, 'tis somethin' else!" he exclaimed, adjusting the waistband of the overly tight lace panties. "I always wondered what all the bloody fuss was 'bout these things!" He looked down and cradled his—er, my wife's—breasts, giving them a little jiggle.
"Oi, they got some weight, don' they? I'm feelin' like a bloomin' pendulum swingin' 'round!" He giggled, which sounded bizarre coming from my wife's usual stern lips.
"Kev, stop fondlin' my wife for just a sec," I snapped, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "And you, dear, why would you swap with Kev?"
"Because," she—er, he—my wife in my buddy’s body stammered, crossing his new hairy arms over his chest. "I just... had to know what it’s like. You know, standing and—uh, doing the... thing."
Kev, still in my wife's body, twirled a strand of her hair and let out a slow whistle. "Not fer nothin', mate, but these hair extensions... bloody genius!" He peered into the nearby mirror and struck a pouty pose. "Might actually get why you spend so much bloody time in front o' the mirror now."
I smacked my forehead. "Kev, please, you’re absolutely mental. Have some respect."
"Respect shmrespect," Kev shrugged, and then, in what was probably the most surreal moment of my life, he began shaking his hips like Shakira. "Oi! This arse bouncin' 'round like it's in a bloody mosh pit! Fan-bloody-tastic, mate!"
Just then, the front door slammed shut, and the dog burst in, sniffing everything. Before it could get even weirder, I clapped my hands to get everyone's attention.
"Alright, we need to swap back ASAP, before Kev—" I shot a glare at him as he performed an awkward attempt at twerking, "decides to wear out my wife's body before she even gets it back!"
Kev pouted, sticking out my wife’s lips. "Aww, don' be such a spoilsport, mate. I mean, c'mon, just let me have another go at this, eh? Us blokes don’t get this kinda view every day, y’know!"
I sighed, reaching for the swap device that my wife—now grinning like a loon in Kev's body—was cheekily hiding behind her back. "Right, we’re swapping back."
But not before Kev shamelessly squeezed her—um, her own boobs, and sighed dramatically. “Goodbye, lovely! See ya on the flipside, meboobies!”
Sometimes I think it’s not the device that needs to be reset, but my entire life.
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: I was confused when I came home and my swap device was gone. I looked everywhere for it. When I walked into my room I found my wife standing there in just her underwear looking down at herself in shock and awe. Apparently, my wife wanted to see what it was like to be a guy. She swapped with my buddy. He keeps looking at his nails and down at his new boobs in delight. One of his hands goes to his ass he wiggles his hips to feel it bounce. I think he kind of likes her body. Write my friends dialogue in a cursing accent.
Response: I was confused when I came home and my swap device was gone. I looked everywhere for it. When I walked into my room I found my wife standing there in just her underwear looking down at herself in shock and awe. Apparently, my wife wanted to see what it was like to be a guy. She swapped with my buddy. He keeps looking at his nails and down at his new boobs in delight. One of his hands goes to his ass and he wiggles his hips to feel it bounce. I think he kind of likes her body. "Oh, blimey, mate, 'tis somethin' else!" he exclaimed, adjusting the waistband of the overly tight lace panties. "I always wondered what all the bloody fuss was 'bout these things!" He looked down and cradled his—er, my wife's—breasts, giving them a little jiggle. "Oi, they got some weight, don' they? I'm feelin' like a bloomin' pendulum swingin' 'round!" He giggled, which sounded bizarre coming from my wife's usual stern lips. "Kev, stop fondlin' my wife for just a sec," I snapped, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "And you, dear, why would you swap with Kev?" "Because," she—er, he—my wife in my buddy’s body stammered, crossing his new hairy arms over his chest. "I just... had to know what it’s like. You know, standing and—uh, doing the... thing." Kev, still in my wife's body, twirled a strand of her hair and let out a slow whistle. "Not fer nothin', mate, but these hair extensions... bloody genius!" He peered into the nearby mirror and struck a pouty pose. "Might actually get why you spend so much bloody time in front o' the mirror now." I smacked my forehead. "Kev, please, you’re absolutely mental. Have some respect." "Respect shmrespect," Kev shrugged, and then, in what was probably the most surreal moment of my life, he began shaking his hips like Shakira. "Oi! This arse bouncin' 'round like it's in a bloody mosh pit! Fan-bloody-tastic, mate!" Just then, the front door slammed shut, and the dog burst in, sniffing everything. Before it could get even weirder, I clapped my hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, we need to swap back ASAP, before Kev—" I shot a glare at him as he performed an awkward attempt at twerking, "decides to wear out my wife's body before she even gets it back!" Kev pouted, sticking out my wife’s lips. "Aww, don' be such a spoilsport, mate. I mean, c'mon, just let me have another go at this, eh? Us blokes don’t get this kinda view every day, y’know!" I sighed, reaching for the swap device that my wife—now grinning like a loon in Kev's body—was cheekily hiding behind her back. "Right, we’re swapping back." But not before Kev shamelessly squeezed her—um, her own boobs, and sighed dramatically. “Goodbye, lovely! See ya on the flipside, meboobies!” Sometimes I think it’s not the device that needs to be reset, but my entire life.
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