**Me:** *standing at the curb,
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**Me:** *standing at the curb, looking confused as hell* Mrs. Johnson? What are you doing here? Where's Todd?
**"Mrs. Johnson":** *rolling eyes, even through oversized sunglasses* Dude, it's me. Todd. You wouldn't believe the mess we're in right now.
**Me:** What the heck, man? What happened?
**"Todd":** *gesturing wildly with manicured fingers* My mom brought home this freaky amulet from one of her weird trips, and next thing we know, *BOOM*, we all swap bodies. Now I'm stuck in my mom's body, my dad is in my sister's, my sister is in my dad's... total chaos, bro!
**Me:** *trying not to laugh but failing* Wait, so you're telling me... *snicker* ...you have your mom's... you know... *biting lip* ...everything?
**"Todd":** *crossing arms but struggling with his mom's ample chest* Yeah, dude. Her hair, her, uh, *gestures toward chest self-consciously* ...boobs, her nails. Totally screwing up my Mortal Kombat skills. And don't get me started on everyone at the restaurant giving us the stink eye when my dad, who now looks like my sister, started lecturing me in my mom's voice about my grades.
**Me:** *wiping away tears of laughter* This is insane. So, where are we heading?
**"Todd":** *pulling out keys* Well, I kinda wanna hit the arcade, but these nails make button mashing a nightmare. Plus, guess what? New ID means I can buy us beer! We're like, grown-ups now. Well, I am. Sorta. Just hop in, I'll drive.
**Me:** *eyes widening* Are you serious? Let's do it!
**At the store, after Todd successfully buys beer:**
**Me:** *holding up the cans and grinning* You're like our very own Mrs. Claus, delivering the goods. So, how does it feel to be legal, 'Todd'?
**"Todd":** *faking an elegant walk but almost tripping* Weird, man. But hilarious. And terrifying. Ever tried walking in heels? It's like balancing on toothpicks. But hey, we can go places we couldn’t before. Like Victoria's Secret. Wanna check it out?
**Me:** *smirking* Dude, you're killing me! Yeah, let's go see what kinda trouble we can get into.
**At Victoria's Secret:**
**Me:** *holding up a frilly bra* So, uh, what do you think about this one?
**"Todd":** *giving it an expert look* Not bad, but totally not her—uh, my mom's style. She prefers something with more support, you know? And underwire for sure. Try this one instead. *picks out an elegant bra*
**Me:** *in awe* How do you even...?
**"Todd":** *shrugs* Dude, my mom's info is stuck in my head now. It's like I've got a built-in bra encyclopedia. Weird as hell but kinda useful, not gonna lie. Wanna test it?
**Me:** *throwing rapid-fire questions* What's your mom's favorite color? What brand of coffee does she drink? What's the name of her first pet?
**"Todd":** Blue, Tim Hortons when she's lazy but brews her own fancy stuff mostly, and Mr. Whiskers—a mean cat she had as a kid. Anything else, detective?
**Me:** *impressed* That’s freaky accurate. Wait, who's that lady coming over?
**Woman:** *smiling* Excuse me, do you need any help finding your size?
**"Todd":** *doing his best mom impression* Oh, no thank you, dear. Just looking around. Appreciating all the lovely new styles. *flashes awkward, but mom-appropriate smile*
**Me:** *after she leaves* Dude, you nailed it! It's like you're actually her! Well, kinda.
**"Todd":** It's nuts, man. But on the bright side, I get to see what it's like to be ogled. *playfully nudges me* And I caught you staring a few times!
**Me:** *blushing* Oh, come on, cut me some slack! It's not every day your dude best friend turns into a milf.
**"Todd":** *laughing* Yeah, well, it's kinda funny. I'd say I've got the best of both worlds right now—my mind and, uh, her assets. Let's just make the most of this before we figure out how to swap back.
And that's how we spent the day—laughing, navigating the bizarre new circumstances, and enjoying our inside joke that, for now, I had the coolest, most unexpected wingman ever.
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.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a story with dialogue where Me and my buddy were going to hangout today, I told him to come and pick me up at our regular meet up spot. I was confused when I saw his care pull up but instead of seeing him his mom pulled up and said get in dude. Apparently, his mom brought home some weird amulet that swapped his family around. Now my friend is in his mom's busty body. He tells me about how people at the restaurant look at his family strangely now because of the swap and because they behave differently. He suggests we hang out at the arcade he gets mad because his new hair, boobs, and nails throw off his gaming skills. The best part is he can buy us beer now, we were 19 before but now he's a 39-year-old woman. He buys us beer with his new ID and even lets me drive his mom's car. We go to the mall and we both realize we can go to Victoria's Secret now were pretty excited about it he even picked out a few bras to buy and he explained all this new knowledge he had about bras. He says he knows all this stuff because his moms knowledge is still in his head. I wanted to test it so I rattle of questions only his mom would know. One woman comes up to talk to him and he had to do his best impression of his mom to not seem weird. He laughs and finds joy about people checking out his boobs and his ass while we walk around the mall he even catches me staring a few times It's actually pretty sweet having a friend who's a dude stuck in his middle-aged busty mothers' body. Write my friends Dialogue in his pervy teenager Accent
Response: **Me:** *standing at the curb, looking confused as hell* Mrs. Johnson? What are you doing here? Where's Todd? **"Mrs. Johnson":** *rolling eyes, even through oversized sunglasses* Dude, it's me. Todd. You wouldn't believe the mess we're in right now. **Me:** What the heck, man? What happened? **"Todd":** *gesturing wildly with manicured fingers* My mom brought home this freaky amulet from one of her weird trips, and next thing we know, *BOOM*, we all swap bodies. Now I'm stuck in my mom's body, my dad is in my sister's, my sister is in my dad's... total chaos, bro! **Me:** *trying not to laugh but failing* Wait, so you're telling me... *snicker* ...you have your mom's... you know... *biting lip* ...everything? **"Todd":** *crossing arms but struggling with his mom's ample chest* Yeah, dude. Her hair, her, uh, *gestures toward chest self-consciously* ...boobs, her nails. Totally screwing up my Mortal Kombat skills. And don't get me started on everyone at the restaurant giving us the stink eye when my dad, who now looks like my sister, started lecturing me in my mom's voice about my grades. **Me:** *wiping away tears of laughter* This is insane. So, where are we heading? **"Todd":** *pulling out keys* Well, I kinda wanna hit the arcade, but these nails make button mashing a nightmare. Plus, guess what? New ID means I can buy us beer! We're like, grown-ups now. Well, I am. Sorta. Just hop in, I'll drive. **Me:** *eyes widening* Are you serious? Let's do it! **At the store, after Todd successfully buys beer:** **Me:** *holding up the cans and grinning* You're like our very own Mrs. Claus, delivering the goods. So, how does it feel to be legal, 'Todd'? **"Todd":** *faking an elegant walk but almost tripping* Weird, man. But hilarious. And terrifying. Ever tried walking in heels? It's like balancing on toothpicks. But hey, we can go places we couldn’t before. Like Victoria's Secret. Wanna check it out? **Me:** *smirking* Dude, you're killing me! Yeah, let's go see what kinda trouble we can get into. **At Victoria's Secret:** **Me:** *holding up a frilly bra* So, uh, what do you think about this one? **"Todd":** *giving it an expert look* Not bad, but totally not her—uh, my mom's style. She prefers something with more support, you know? And underwire for sure. Try this one instead. *picks out an elegant bra* **Me:** *in awe* How do you even...? **"Todd":** *shrugs* Dude, my mom's info is stuck in my head now. It's like I've got a built-in bra encyclopedia. Weird as hell but kinda useful, not gonna lie. Wanna test it? **Me:** *throwing rapid-fire questions* What's your mom's favorite color? What brand of coffee does she drink? What's the name of her first pet? **"Todd":** Blue, Tim Hortons when she's lazy but brews her own fancy stuff mostly, and Mr. Whiskers—a mean cat she had as a kid. Anything else, detective? **Me:** *impressed* That’s freaky accurate. Wait, who's that lady coming over? **Woman:** *smiling* Excuse me, do you need any help finding your size? **"Todd":** *doing his best mom impression* Oh, no thank you, dear. Just looking around. Appreciating all the lovely new styles. *flashes awkward, but mom-appropriate smile* **Me:** *after she leaves* Dude, you nailed it! It's like you're actually her! Well, kinda. **"Todd":** It's nuts, man. But on the bright side, I get to see what it's like to be ogled. *playfully nudges me* And I caught you staring a few times! **Me:** *blushing* Oh, come on, cut me some slack! It's not every day your dude best friend turns into a milf. **"Todd":** *laughing* Yeah, well, it's kinda funny. I'd say I've got the best of both worlds right now—my mind and, uh, her assets. Let's just make the most of this before we figure out how to swap back. And that's how we spent the day—laughing, navigating the bizarre new circumstances, and enjoying our inside joke that, for now, I had the coolest, most unexpected wingman ever.
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