"Ginger Clones and Green Dresses: A Family Tale of Unintended Fabulosity"
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The moment I walked into the house, a hoard of redheads assaulted my vision. I rubbed my eyes, in utter disbelief that my clone machine had malfunctioned so gloriously. "Damn," I sighed, the gravity of the situation sinking in.
An echoing "Damn" followed mine, every bosomy redhead mimicking my despair.
"Uh, yep, that's my brother, Steve," I muttered, spotting the one flicking a long, auburn lock over a busty shoulder. He'd always had a flair for the dramatic.
"I guess on the bright side, I won't have to do my nails for the game this weekend. Look at these!" Dad remarked, looking at his perfectly manicured fingers. He laughed, still very much my dad.
"I always wondered what I'd look like as a woman... just didn't think it'd be my brother's girlfriend..." said my other brother, Carl. The identical red curls framed his face awkwardly. He flicked them back, almost the same motion Steve had done earlier.
Dad huffed, tossing his hair around with flamboyance he never possessed before, "I feel like a busty Fabio!"
An annoyed grunt commanded my attention. It was my other brother, Mark. "I'd give anything for a hair tie now," he grumbled, gathering the thick red hair into a ponytail.
A sudden blast of headbanging whipping hair threw me off track. Steve was off in the corner, pretending to play a windmill guitar. Figures he'd find a way to enjoy it.
"Will you all stop acting like preteen girls at a sleepover, please?" Mom implored, coming in the room. But the sight of my mom looking like a younger version of my girlfriend was too strange to process.
"Damn-Mom, really?" I stuttered, her chest was rising and falling, in sync with others of the identical group. It was all quite unsettling.
She burst into laughter, "Oh, sweetheart! I wish I could've seen this change in you!"
"Ditto," Dad interrupted, beside himself with laughter. "If only we could see us, huh? Maybe we should take a family picture?"
"All in favor?" Mark questioned, slapping a hand on his hip.
Looks were exchanged and a hint of mischief sparkled in every eye, well, except mine. "You guys better take this seriously," I threatened, but the brave chorus of agreement defeated me.
"Well," Dad conceded, pulling his taut green dress down sufficiently, "this does make us the sexiest and most busty family in town. Probably the only one too, don't you think?"
With that, we all broke into laughter. Mustered up courage and determination, the clan of redheads in green dresses posed - duck face, peace signs, winks, and hands cupping generous bustlines. The camera shot sealed the unforgettable day - the day my clone invention made my family the spiciest page in our photo album.
“Now, anyone know where my glasses are?” Steve asked, squinting in vain, “I didn’t realize how blind I really was until I had to pick my lipstick shade.”
Laughter roared in the room. The house was indeed much weirder but, in retrospect, also warmer. The clone invention mishap was probably the most hilarious, yet heartwarming day of our lives. As insanity ran amok among the redhead clones of my girlfriend, the absurdity of the situation only highlighted the unique essence of each member of my family.
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 lots of dialogue about how After my clone invention had a mishap. My house has been a bit weirder. My girlfriend said she was willing to test the machine for me which was awesome. Unfortunately, It malfunctioned and cloned my family. Now my family all look like my busty redheaded girlfriend. I’m going to need name tags to tell who is who. Or maybe not the one fondling her boobs is probably my brother. But what about my other brother mom and dad I grab some nametags and hand them to my family so they can put them on. When the men of my family write their names down, they couldn't help but laugh seeing their newly painted and long nails each of them quipping about the nails they now sported. They also couldn't believe the amount of hair they had, my dad flung his hair about and said he felt like Fabio. My other brother was annoyed with his hair, so he threw it into a ponytail, my other brother began to headbang with his flowing locks It was awkward for all the guys in my family to have boobs and curves that they definitely didn't have before. Everyone's personalities were a giveaway too my dad was still wisecracking and snarky. My brother was the same energetic guy he always was. My other brother was much like my dad and decided to bust a few jokes about the situation and my mom was pretty pleased to be younger again. My mom suggested we all take a family photo together which was a funny idea. Everyone except me now looking like my curvy and busty girlfriend all in the same green low cut dress she had been wearing when the change took place one was doing a duck face one was throwing up a peace sign one was winking at the camera the other was cupping their boobs in the photo. This invention has caused quite the change to my family, Though I will admit were the sexiest and most busty family in town. Write lots of dialogue.
Response: The moment I walked into the house, a hoard of redheads assaulted my vision. I rubbed my eyes, in utter disbelief that my clone machine had malfunctioned so gloriously. "Damn," I sighed, the gravity of the situation sinking in. An echoing "Damn" followed mine, every bosomy redhead mimicking my despair. "Uh, yep, that's my brother, Steve," I muttered, spotting the one flicking a long, auburn lock over a busty shoulder. He'd always had a flair for the dramatic. "I guess on the bright side, I won't have to do my nails for the game this weekend. Look at these!" Dad remarked, looking at his perfectly manicured fingers. He laughed, still very much my dad. "I always wondered what I'd look like as a woman... just didn't think it'd be my brother's girlfriend..." said my other brother, Carl. The identical red curls framed his face awkwardly. He flicked them back, almost the same motion Steve had done earlier. Dad huffed, tossing his hair around with flamboyance he never possessed before, "I feel like a busty Fabio!" An annoyed grunt commanded my attention. It was my other brother, Mark. "I'd give anything for a hair tie now," he grumbled, gathering the thick red hair into a ponytail. A sudden blast of headbanging whipping hair threw me off track. Steve was off in the corner, pretending to play a windmill guitar. Figures he'd find a way to enjoy it. "Will you all stop acting like preteen girls at a sleepover, please?" Mom implored, coming in the room. But the sight of my mom looking like a younger version of my girlfriend was too strange to process. "Damn-Mom, really?" I stuttered, her chest was rising and falling, in sync with others of the identical group. It was all quite unsettling. She burst into laughter, "Oh, sweetheart! I wish I could've seen this change in you!" "Ditto," Dad interrupted, beside himself with laughter. "If only we could see us, huh? Maybe we should take a family picture?" "All in favor?" Mark questioned, slapping a hand on his hip. Looks were exchanged and a hint of mischief sparkled in every eye, well, except mine. "You guys better take this seriously," I threatened, but the brave chorus of agreement defeated me. "Well," Dad conceded, pulling his taut green dress down sufficiently, "this does make us the sexiest and most busty family in town. Probably the only one too, don't you think?" With that, we all broke into laughter. Mustered up courage and determination, the clan of redheads in green dresses posed - duck face, peace signs, winks, and hands cupping generous bustlines. The camera shot sealed the unforgettable day - the day my clone invention made my family the spiciest page in our photo album. “Now, anyone know where my glasses are?” Steve asked, squinting in vain, “I didn’t realize how blind I really was until I had to pick my lipstick shade.” Laughter roared in the room. The house was indeed much weirder but, in retrospect, also warmer. The clone invention mishap was probably the most hilarious, yet heartwarming day of our lives. As insanity ran amok among the redhead clones of my girlfriend, the absurdity of the situation only highlighted the unique essence of each member of my family.
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