"Ghostly Hot Tub Hijinks: A Spirited Welcome to Our New Home!"
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(Setting: A newly bought house, in the backyard where a shiny hot tub sits. The husband, Mike, and his wife, Sarah, are getting ready for their first dip. The night is set with twinkling stars and a gentle breeze.)
Mike: (grinning) Sarah, this hot tub is going to be awesome! I can't believe we haven't tried it out until now.
Sarah: I know! This is going to be so relaxing. Our own little oasis.
(They both step into the hot tub, Sarah lets out a relaxed sigh, but suddenly her legs spasm.)
Sarah: (struggling) Mike, I... I feel weird...
Mike: (concerned) Are you okay, hon? What's happening?
(Sarah's body jerks a bit, and she suddenly sits up straight, her eyes wide open with a mischievous glint.)
Sarah/Dave: (in a booming, masculine voice) Well, howdy there, partner! This ain't half bad!
Mike: (in shock) Sarah? What the... who are you?
Sarah/Dave: (letting out a hardy laugh) Name’s Dave! I used to live here, and hot damn, am I loving my new digs!
Mike: (horrified) Oh jeez, the realtor wasn't kidding about the place being haunted. Dave, you can't just take over my wife’s body!
Sarah/Dave: (looking down and admiring 'his' new body) Whoo-whee, Mikey boy, your wife's got some real prime real estate herself. Look at these!
Mike: (blushing furiously) Stop oogling yourself! This is so wrong on so many levels.
Sarah/Dave: (grinning) Relax, partner. We might as well enjoy this. Say, got any cold ones? I could use a beer while soaking in this fine tub.
Mike: (sighing heavily) I'll get you a beer, if you promise to get out of my wife's body after.
Sarah/Dave: Deal! Though I can't promise I won't enjoy parading around in her bikinis for a bit. (winks)
(An awkward but resigned Mike fetches a beer from the cooler. He hands it to Sarah/Dave.)
Mike: Here. Just... please, be decent about this.
Sarah/Dave: (taking a long swig of the beer) Ahh, that's the stuff. Don't worry, Mike. I was quite the life of the party back in my day. We’re going to have some fun, you and me.
Mike: Fun wasn't exactly what I had in mind for the first night in our new house.
Sarah/Dave: (grinning and giving a playful elbow nudge) Aw, come on! Lighten up! You got yourself a new buddy, a free show, and premium access to your wife’s wardrobe. Ain't life grand?
Mike: (rubbing temples) Why do I get the feeling this is just the beginning of my problems?
(The next few days are a blur of Dave finding various ways to be both a nuisance and accidentally helpful.)
(Mike one day walks into the kitchen to find Sarah/Dave in a low-cut top, flipping pancakes.)
Mike: You're making breakfast?
Sarah/Dave: (cheerful) Yep! Thought I’d give it a shot. Haven't lost my touch, look at these golden beauties.
Mike: (trying to appreciate the effort) Alright, Dave. Thanks for breakfast, I guess. But seriously, we need to talk about finding you a new... host.
Sarah/Dave: (mock pouting) Aw, I was just starting to enjoy myself. Maybe we can find a compromise. Like, I stay during weekends? You got yourself a permanent party planner then!
Mike: (considering) Hmm. As tempting as that sounds, I think I’d prefer my wife without the extra occupant, thanks.
Sarah/Dave: (laughing) Fine, fine! But let me leave you with a tip - the attic has a hidden stash of my old records. They might score you some points with the missus.
Mike: (perking up) Really? Well, thanks Dave. That's... oddly helpful of you.
Sarah/Dave: (winking) What can I say? Even ghosts have their moments. Now, let’s dig into these pancakes!
(Mike starts eating, feeling a mixture of unease and strange gratitude. After all, there’s nothing like a memorable start in a new house with a perverted spirit hanging around.)
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(Note: Eventually, Mike and a recovered Sarah, with some paranormal help, manage to peacefully evict Dave from her body. Yet, they occasionally leave a beer out by the hot tub, just in case he ever wants to give more home improvement tips.)
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.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where Me and my wife had just bought a new house. The realtor had told us it was haunted but we didn’t believe him. We had just installed a hot tub in our place. The first we went out to use it my where had begun to spasm and she was possessed by the former owner of the house Dave. Now he’s sitting in the hot tub enjoying the view of his new busty body. He looks over at me and lets out a masculine sounding laugh. I don't know how I'm going to do deal with some dude being in my wife's busty body, it just feels strange. I will say though Dave is the life of the party and when he wears her bikini's and low-cut tops, he certainly fills them well. Give Dave a perverted middle-aged American man accent in the story.
Response: (Setting: A newly bought house, in the backyard where a shiny hot tub sits. The husband, Mike, and his wife, Sarah, are getting ready for their first dip. The night is set with twinkling stars and a gentle breeze.) Mike: (grinning) Sarah, this hot tub is going to be awesome! I can't believe we haven't tried it out until now. Sarah: I know! This is going to be so relaxing. Our own little oasis. (They both step into the hot tub, Sarah lets out a relaxed sigh, but suddenly her legs spasm.) Sarah: (struggling) Mike, I... I feel weird... Mike: (concerned) Are you okay, hon? What's happening? (Sarah's body jerks a bit, and she suddenly sits up straight, her eyes wide open with a mischievous glint.) Sarah/Dave: (in a booming, masculine voice) Well, howdy there, partner! This ain't half bad! Mike: (in shock) Sarah? What the... who are you? Sarah/Dave: (letting out a hardy laugh) Name’s Dave! I used to live here, and hot damn, am I loving my new digs! Mike: (horrified) Oh jeez, the realtor wasn't kidding about the place being haunted. Dave, you can't just take over my wife’s body! Sarah/Dave: (looking down and admiring 'his' new body) Whoo-whee, Mikey boy, your wife's got some real prime real estate herself. Look at these! Mike: (blushing furiously) Stop oogling yourself! This is so wrong on so many levels. Sarah/Dave: (grinning) Relax, partner. We might as well enjoy this. Say, got any cold ones? I could use a beer while soaking in this fine tub. Mike: (sighing heavily) I'll get you a beer, if you promise to get out of my wife's body after. Sarah/Dave: Deal! Though I can't promise I won't enjoy parading around in her bikinis for a bit. (winks) (An awkward but resigned Mike fetches a beer from the cooler. He hands it to Sarah/Dave.) Mike: Here. Just... please, be decent about this. Sarah/Dave: (taking a long swig of the beer) Ahh, that's the stuff. Don't worry, Mike. I was quite the life of the party back in my day. We’re going to have some fun, you and me. Mike: Fun wasn't exactly what I had in mind for the first night in our new house. Sarah/Dave: (grinning and giving a playful elbow nudge) Aw, come on! Lighten up! You got yourself a new buddy, a free show, and premium access to your wife’s wardrobe. Ain't life grand? Mike: (rubbing temples) Why do I get the feeling this is just the beginning of my problems? (The next few days are a blur of Dave finding various ways to be both a nuisance and accidentally helpful.) (Mike one day walks into the kitchen to find Sarah/Dave in a low-cut top, flipping pancakes.) Mike: You're making breakfast? Sarah/Dave: (cheerful) Yep! Thought I’d give it a shot. Haven't lost my touch, look at these golden beauties. Mike: (trying to appreciate the effort) Alright, Dave. Thanks for breakfast, I guess. But seriously, we need to talk about finding you a new... host. Sarah/Dave: (mock pouting) Aw, I was just starting to enjoy myself. Maybe we can find a compromise. Like, I stay during weekends? You got yourself a permanent party planner then! Mike: (considering) Hmm. As tempting as that sounds, I think I’d prefer my wife without the extra occupant, thanks. Sarah/Dave: (laughing) Fine, fine! But let me leave you with a tip - the attic has a hidden stash of my old records. They might score you some points with the missus. Mike: (perking up) Really? Well, thanks Dave. That's... oddly helpful of you. Sarah/Dave: (winking) What can I say? Even ghosts have their moments. Now, let’s dig into these pancakes! (Mike starts eating, feeling a mixture of unease and strange gratitude. After all, there’s nothing like a memorable start in a new house with a perverted spirit hanging around.) --- (Note: Eventually, Mike and a recovered Sarah, with some paranormal help, manage to peacefully evict Dave from her body. Yet, they occasionally leave a beer out by the hot tub, just in case he ever wants to give more home improvement tips.)
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