"Genderswapped Shenanigans: The Reality Remote Prank"
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"Alright, Josh, thanks for coming over," I said, trying to conceal my excitement as I fiddled with my new reality remote. "I've got something cool to show you."
Josh plopped down on the couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "Yeah, yeah. What's so special this time? Another one of your gadgets that makes pizza from air or something?"
I chuckled nervously. "It's a bit more… revolutionary, let's say."
We turned on the TV, and there was Christina Hendricks, vividly discussing her latest project. I noticed Josh's eyes light up, and just as expected, he leaned forward.
"Man, Christina Hendricks is just so—"
"Hang on," I interrupted, aiming the remote at the TV and then slyly at Josh. I pressed the button with a mischievous grin.
In an instant, reality shifted. There sat Christina Hendricks next to me, in Josh's clothes, munching on the popcorn. My former buddy, now gracing Christina's curvier, well-endowed form, continued as if nothing strange had happened.
"—hot," he, now she, finished. "What I wouldn't give to meet her in person."
I stared at my friend-turned-Christina with wide eyes. "Uh, Josh, I mean, Christina, how you feeling?"
The new Christina tilted her head, confused by the question. "What do you mean? I'm feeling fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
I couldn't help but snicker. "Oh, you know, just curious. How are those, um, you know, those..." I gestured awkwardly towards the obvious.
She rolled her eyes. "Dude, you always act like you've never seen a pair before. It's so annoying being the only guy with these things. They're heavy and a pain to deal with."
Trying to stiftly change the subject before I burst into laughter, I suggested, "Hey, want to play some video games?"
Christina-Josh agreed enthusiastically. "Sure, but if I break a nail on that PlayStation controller, you're fixing it!"
As we set up, I couldn't resist taking a peek at my old photo albums. There we were, supposed to be 11-year-old boys, my best friend now replaced by a curvaceous Christina Hendricks squeezed into a Boy Scout uniform. Her smile was radiant, making her look naturally out of place and every bit at home at the same time.
"Josh," I began hesitantly, "so, how's it been, you know, all these years, with… your situation?"
She sighed, examining her long, manicured nails. "Dude, it's just life. Why do you ask weird questions?"
Suppressing laughter, I looked at her. "Ever thought of getting a reduction or anything?"
She gave me a stern look. "If I wanted fashion advice, I'd ask my mom. Now, less talking, more gaming!"
Watching her juggle the controller with difficulty, breaking a nail within five minutes, made me grin ear to ear. This remote was going to provide endless entertainment. Who knew what other hilarious chaos I could conjure? Maybe next time, I’ll try swapping my dog with the mailman...
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 with dialogue where I wanted to test the limits of my new reality remote. I invited my friend over so I could test it on someone. I needed to do it without him knowing. We were watching tv and Christina Hendricks was doing an interview. I aimed the remote at her and then my friend who was in the middle of commenting how hot he thought Christina looked. Now she’s sitting next to me in his clothes. They swapped bodies and reality has shifted so both of them are unaware of the changes. My buddy now has Christina's curvy body and massive boobs and he thinks its normal. This reality remote is awesome, maybe I should go look at some photos and see if they've changed as well I was shocked to see photos of me and him as boy scouts we were supposed to be 11 year old boys but my friend was replaced by Christina so her large rack and curvy figure was tightly compact in a boy scout outfit posing with a bunch of 11 year old boys like it was normal. I asked him about his boobs and he rolls his eyes and talks about how annoying it is that he is the only guy who has boobs and how heavy they can be. Maybe we could play some video games, if he can actually play with those long manicured nails, he'll probably break a nail on my PlayStation controller.
Response: "Alright, Josh, thanks for coming over," I said, trying to conceal my excitement as I fiddled with my new reality remote. "I've got something cool to show you." Josh plopped down on the couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "Yeah, yeah. What's so special this time? Another one of your gadgets that makes pizza from air or something?" I chuckled nervously. "It's a bit more… revolutionary, let's say." We turned on the TV, and there was Christina Hendricks, vividly discussing her latest project. I noticed Josh's eyes light up, and just as expected, he leaned forward. "Man, Christina Hendricks is just so—" "Hang on," I interrupted, aiming the remote at the TV and then slyly at Josh. I pressed the button with a mischievous grin. In an instant, reality shifted. There sat Christina Hendricks next to me, in Josh's clothes, munching on the popcorn. My former buddy, now gracing Christina's curvier, well-endowed form, continued as if nothing strange had happened. "—hot," he, now she, finished. "What I wouldn't give to meet her in person." I stared at my friend-turned-Christina with wide eyes. "Uh, Josh, I mean, Christina, how you feeling?" The new Christina tilted her head, confused by the question. "What do you mean? I'm feeling fine. Why wouldn't I be?" I couldn't help but snicker. "Oh, you know, just curious. How are those, um, you know, those..." I gestured awkwardly towards the obvious. She rolled her eyes. "Dude, you always act like you've never seen a pair before. It's so annoying being the only guy with these things. They're heavy and a pain to deal with." Trying to stiftly change the subject before I burst into laughter, I suggested, "Hey, want to play some video games?" Christina-Josh agreed enthusiastically. "Sure, but if I break a nail on that PlayStation controller, you're fixing it!" As we set up, I couldn't resist taking a peek at my old photo albums. There we were, supposed to be 11-year-old boys, my best friend now replaced by a curvaceous Christina Hendricks squeezed into a Boy Scout uniform. Her smile was radiant, making her look naturally out of place and every bit at home at the same time. "Josh," I began hesitantly, "so, how's it been, you know, all these years, with… your situation?" She sighed, examining her long, manicured nails. "Dude, it's just life. Why do you ask weird questions?" Suppressing laughter, I looked at her. "Ever thought of getting a reduction or anything?" She gave me a stern look. "If I wanted fashion advice, I'd ask my mom. Now, less talking, more gaming!" Watching her juggle the controller with difficulty, breaking a nail within five minutes, made me grin ear to ear. This remote was going to provide endless entertainment. Who knew what other hilarious chaos I could conjure? Maybe next time, I’ll try swapping my dog with the mailman...
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