"Milf Virus: The Unexpected Transformation of Room 407"
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"Yo, Alex, you cookin' something? I swear I smelled bacon when I came in!" I yelled as I threw my backpack on the couch. A quiet but throaty laugh came from the bathroom.
"Not exactly," a sultry voice replied.
Uh-oh. That's when I remembered. The MILF virus. Sweeping the nation, turning guys into, well, MILFs. And apparently, it had made its mark on our humble abode.
I cautiously approached the bathroom, praying Alex hadn't gone full Stepford Wife on me. There he was – or should I say, there she was. Alex had been a fit 21-year-old dude just last night. Now? He looked like he belonged on the cover of MILF Monthly.
"Hey, man. Woah, Alex?" I stuttered, my eyes tracing the unfamiliar curves of his – no, her – body. Alex glanced at me, then back at those newfound voluptuous assets and widened hips.
"Dude, you wouldn't believe it," Alex said, checking out his – damn it, her – reflection. "I went to bed looking like Arnold Schwarzenegger and woke up looking like Anita Sherman, my Sociology professor."
I tried to stifle a laugh. "Not to mention you could fill in as the centerfold for MILF Matron magazine now. Those are some real, uh, mommy milkers," I said, attempting to use air quotes but ending up face-palming instead.
Alex chuckled – and to my surprise, it was utterly feminine. "Yeah, I can't believe it either, man. Or should I say, bro?"
I leaned against the bathroom doorway while Alex did a little twirl in front of the mirror. Most of the masculinity had washed away, but there's no denying that Alex – Alexandra? Nah, too formal – was drop-dead gorgeous.
“So, what now?” I asked.
Alex, or Alexa (we'll decide that later), raised her eyebrows. "Well, I still have my brain. And I’m still a twenty-one-year-old guy trapped in this Playboy model body. So, let's not change the taco orders, alright?"
"I mean, Alexa, you could probably get us free tacos now,” I said with a sarcastic grin. "But yeah, your 1970s muscle car poster days are numbered."
"Come on, dude, it's still the same me underneath all this...company," he motioned to the assets again, making a mockery of his new, exaggerated features. "Just hope my Biology professor doesn't say anything weird when I walk in looking like this."
I winced, thinking about the best adjustments we could make given the current situation.
“So, no more gym together? Bra shopping instead?” I quipped.
Alexa rolled her eyes and smacked my arm playfully. "Hey, I’m still the same buddy you binge watch Netflix with, okay? If break-ups, bad grades, and barfing at parties didn’t send me packing, neither will... these,” she added, gesturing vaguely.
"Guess you're right," I shrugged, grinning. "It’s just a new chapter for Room 407.”
We both had a good laugh. Maybe things were going to be weirder than ever, but quirky and bizarre had always been our thing.
"Let's just take one day at a time. Now let's find some oversized hoodies till we figure out the next steps," Alexa said with a determined grin on her brand-new face.
Somehow, underneath all the curves and cleavage, my best friend was still there. And yeah, it was strange seeing Alexa instead of Alex, but at least we had our humor to get us through. And for now, that was good enough.
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 MILF virus as it was commonly known as was a disease effecting young men across the nation. Me and my buddy had just gotten an apartment together while we were in college. That’s when it hit, my best friend went from fit 21 year old guy to a curvy and busty 39 year old woman. I walked in to see him checking out his new mom butt in the mirror and then looking at his large and sexy breasts which he and his friends used to define as some real mommy milkers. He couldn't believe he looked like this he was now a busty and beautiful redheaded MILF, He is really hot. I'm not sure how he is going to live like this but he certainly is trying his best. He still has the same goofy personality I'm glad he is still rooming with me.
Response: "Yo, Alex, you cookin' something? I swear I smelled bacon when I came in!" I yelled as I threw my backpack on the couch. A quiet but throaty laugh came from the bathroom. "Not exactly," a sultry voice replied. Uh-oh. That's when I remembered. The MILF virus. Sweeping the nation, turning guys into, well, MILFs. And apparently, it had made its mark on our humble abode. I cautiously approached the bathroom, praying Alex hadn't gone full Stepford Wife on me. There he was – or should I say, there she was. Alex had been a fit 21-year-old dude just last night. Now? He looked like he belonged on the cover of MILF Monthly. "Hey, man. Woah, Alex?" I stuttered, my eyes tracing the unfamiliar curves of his – no, her – body. Alex glanced at me, then back at those newfound voluptuous assets and widened hips. "Dude, you wouldn't believe it," Alex said, checking out his – damn it, her – reflection. "I went to bed looking like Arnold Schwarzenegger and woke up looking like Anita Sherman, my Sociology professor." I tried to stifle a laugh. "Not to mention you could fill in as the centerfold for MILF Matron magazine now. Those are some real, uh, mommy milkers," I said, attempting to use air quotes but ending up face-palming instead. Alex chuckled – and to my surprise, it was utterly feminine. "Yeah, I can't believe it either, man. Or should I say, bro?" I leaned against the bathroom doorway while Alex did a little twirl in front of the mirror. Most of the masculinity had washed away, but there's no denying that Alex – Alexandra? Nah, too formal – was drop-dead gorgeous. “So, what now?” I asked. Alex, or Alexa (we'll decide that later), raised her eyebrows. "Well, I still have my brain. And I’m still a twenty-one-year-old guy trapped in this Playboy model body. So, let's not change the taco orders, alright?" "I mean, Alexa, you could probably get us free tacos now,” I said with a sarcastic grin. "But yeah, your 1970s muscle car poster days are numbered." "Come on, dude, it's still the same me underneath all this...company," he motioned to the assets again, making a mockery of his new, exaggerated features. "Just hope my Biology professor doesn't say anything weird when I walk in looking like this." I winced, thinking about the best adjustments we could make given the current situation. “So, no more gym together? Bra shopping instead?” I quipped. Alexa rolled her eyes and smacked my arm playfully. "Hey, I’m still the same buddy you binge watch Netflix with, okay? If break-ups, bad grades, and barfing at parties didn’t send me packing, neither will... these,” she added, gesturing vaguely. "Guess you're right," I shrugged, grinning. "It’s just a new chapter for Room 407.” We both had a good laugh. Maybe things were going to be weirder than ever, but quirky and bizarre had always been our thing. "Let's just take one day at a time. Now let's find some oversized hoodies till we figure out the next steps," Alexa said with a determined grin on her brand-new face. Somehow, underneath all the curves and cleavage, my best friend was still there. And yeah, it was strange seeing Alexa instead of Alex, but at least we had our humor to get us through. And for now, that was good enough.
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