"In a Trance of Fun and Chaos: The Vegas Hypnosis Mishap"
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Alexandra, aged fifteen, might have seen a lot of crazy things in her life, but no event could even start to compare to the last leg of their family trip to the always-lively Las Vegas.
“No way, we are not going to some silly hypnosis show, Dad,” Alexandra blurted out, crossing her arms in defiance.
Mr. and Mrs. Collins exchanged amused glances. "Oh come on, honey," Mrs. Collins purred, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What's life without a little fun?"
Just the night before, with the bright Vegas skyline illuminating their way, they had all trooped into a hypnotism show. When the hypnotist asked for a married couple as volunteers, Alexandra could hardly believe it as her parents eagerly stepped forward.
The next few minutes were a whirlwind – the hypnotist putting her parents into a trance and then, in a hilarious twist, asking them to behave like each other. Alexandra wasn't sure what was funnier, her gentle, petite mom stomping around on stage, or her bulky, deep-voiced dad delicately mimicking her mom. The audience had howled with laughter.
What they didn't expect was that the show would end with the hypnotist unable to revert her parents' hypnotic state. And so, Alexandra found herself leaving Las Vegas with her dad behaving like her mom and her mom acting like her dad.
“Heck, I think I might need a bra,” Her dad muttered, now with a feminine voice, uncomfortably touching his chest, replete with non-existent curves.
"And, uh, what's the protocol for shaving, Alex?" Her mom asked, scratching her cheek absent-mindedly, as though she expected a beard to grow any moment.
In a desperate attempt to fix everything, Alexandra tried to hypnotize her parents back. The result, however, was quite opposite. Instead of reverting back to their original states, they now believed they were living in each other’s bodies!
So, Alexandra's return trip was accompanied by her dad, who insisted he’d always had a curvaceous figure, trying to jog high-legged "in order not to ruin his stockings" and her mom, who now thought she was lumbering underneath a heavier masculine physique, complaining about the lack of “breathable fabric” in her clothes.
"Look at the bright side, Alex," said Mom-Dad, clad in dad’s plaid shirt and jeans, pointing to his suddenly curvy figure. "At least now, I can finally lose that beer belly your mother always complains about."
“And honey,” Dad-Mom added with a sigh, patting her supposed beer belly, “Can we go shopping? These poor things,” indicating at her pseudo-plunging neckline, “are screaming for support. A tailored suit might be easy to handle.”
Hands on her face, Alexandra could do nothing but hope that her next family vacation didn't include meeting any hypnosis practitioners. She chuckled at the absurdity, despite herself. It was a mess, yes - but one that will surely join the ranks as a once-in-a-lifetime family adventure.
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 During our family trip to Vegas me my mom and my dad were trying to do many fun things together. When my dad told us about a hypnosis show I thought it might be fun. When the hypnotist asked for a married couple as volunteers, I didn't expect my mom and dad to raise their hands. They went on stage and the hypnotist put them in a deep sleep. The hypnotist made them act like each other. Now my curvy and busty mom is acting like my dad and my dad is acting like my mom. The biggest problem is that the hypnotist left them like this and now were headed home with them still acting like each other. I tried to revert them but ultimately made it worse, instead of having each other's personalities I made them think they swapped bodies. Mom now believes she's always had dads' masculine body and my dad thinks he's always had moms curvaceous and chesty body.
Response: Alexandra, aged fifteen, might have seen a lot of crazy things in her life, but no event could even start to compare to the last leg of their family trip to the always-lively Las Vegas. “No way, we are not going to some silly hypnosis show, Dad,” Alexandra blurted out, crossing her arms in defiance. Mr. and Mrs. Collins exchanged amused glances. "Oh come on, honey," Mrs. Collins purred, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What's life without a little fun?" Just the night before, with the bright Vegas skyline illuminating their way, they had all trooped into a hypnotism show. When the hypnotist asked for a married couple as volunteers, Alexandra could hardly believe it as her parents eagerly stepped forward. The next few minutes were a whirlwind – the hypnotist putting her parents into a trance and then, in a hilarious twist, asking them to behave like each other. Alexandra wasn't sure what was funnier, her gentle, petite mom stomping around on stage, or her bulky, deep-voiced dad delicately mimicking her mom. The audience had howled with laughter. What they didn't expect was that the show would end with the hypnotist unable to revert her parents' hypnotic state. And so, Alexandra found herself leaving Las Vegas with her dad behaving like her mom and her mom acting like her dad. “Heck, I think I might need a bra,” Her dad muttered, now with a feminine voice, uncomfortably touching his chest, replete with non-existent curves. "And, uh, what's the protocol for shaving, Alex?" Her mom asked, scratching her cheek absent-mindedly, as though she expected a beard to grow any moment. In a desperate attempt to fix everything, Alexandra tried to hypnotize her parents back. The result, however, was quite opposite. Instead of reverting back to their original states, they now believed they were living in each other’s bodies! So, Alexandra's return trip was accompanied by her dad, who insisted he’d always had a curvaceous figure, trying to jog high-legged "in order not to ruin his stockings" and her mom, who now thought she was lumbering underneath a heavier masculine physique, complaining about the lack of “breathable fabric” in her clothes. "Look at the bright side, Alex," said Mom-Dad, clad in dad’s plaid shirt and jeans, pointing to his suddenly curvy figure. "At least now, I can finally lose that beer belly your mother always complains about." “And honey,” Dad-Mom added with a sigh, patting her supposed beer belly, “Can we go shopping? These poor things,” indicating at her pseudo-plunging neckline, “are screaming for support. A tailored suit might be easy to handle.” Hands on her face, Alexandra could do nothing but hope that her next family vacation didn't include meeting any hypnosis practitioners. She chuckled at the absurdity, despite herself. It was a mess, yes - but one that will surely join the ranks as a once-in-a-lifetime family adventure.
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