Mother's Day Madness
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Title: Mother's Day Madness
The scene was a catastrophe. Mother’s Day had come and gone, and my brother, Jerry, had committed the unforgivable sin of not buying a gift for our mom. Not even a grocery store bouquet of flowers or a poorly made macaroni necklace, nothing.
Mom, usually the understanding and forgiving type, wasn't taking this lightly. In our family, when you upset Mom, you dealt with the consequences. And this time, the consequences were, well, unprecedented.
One day, I came home to find quite a weird sight. Jerry, my athletic, usually freewheeling younger brother, was in Mother's body, struggling to button a blouse over her bust.
"I can't do this, Al. How does she breathe?!" he huffed, his typically cocky grin now replaced by an expression of sheer frustration. But Mom, in Jerry's body, was quite enjoying this turn of events. She was sprawled on Jerry's beanbag chair, playing his beloved PlayStation, a wicked smile spread over her youthful face.
Mom had taken her revenge a notch higher. A body swap. True, it's a bit extreme, but Jerry always had a knack for pushing our gentle mom to her limits. I'd always told him to tread lightly. He didn't listen, and now, well now he was literally in her shoes!
Day in, day out, Jerry struggled with adapting to his new life. He couldn't cope with the workplace gossip, the household chores, and especially the heels. And let's not even talk about bras, for him they were pure engineering sorcery.
I decide to intervene, really less out of brotherly concern and more to prevent the kitchen from imploding. It's one thing to tolerate Jerry's pork burnt to a crisp. But, it's an entirely different ordeal to clean up the exploded blender after his attempts at making a smoothie.
Coaching him through the minefield of being a woman was not something I had ever envisioned myself doing. But here I was, giving him tips about taming curly hair, matching clothes, and applying just the right amount of perfume— you know, so that you don't choke everyone in a five-mile radius.
Meanwhile, Mom was living it up. With a new found appreciation for video games, late-night snacks, and the teenage freedom Jerry enjoyed, she was having a ball. Once she even came home past midnight from a rather long 'soccer practice'.
Two weeks flew by and the day of the swap-back arrived. I watched with unbridled amusement as Jerry made her coffee, almost pleading in his tone. "Mom, I never want to wear a thong again. I promise I'll never forget Mother's Day."
Mom, in the middle of a Fortnite match, laughed and took a sip from her freshly brewed coffee. With a smirk she said, "Well, I didn't hear a Happy Mother's Day..." Before Jerry could reply, she was off, running around, gun blazing, in the virtual battlefield of the game.
Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Jade had learned his lesson. As for me, I've learned that in this house, every day is Mother's Day whether you like it or not. There’s no messing around here… and it’s hilarious!
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 where After my brother pissed off my mom but not buying her a present on Mother’s Day my mom decided to swap bodies with him. She’s forcing him to go to work as her and to live her life for a couple of weeks while she had fun with his youthful body, maybe I should go check on him now. He seems to be struggling with his new busty body especially with how to put on clothes with his new busty body.
Response: Title: Mother's Day Madness The scene was a catastrophe. Mother’s Day had come and gone, and my brother, Jerry, had committed the unforgivable sin of not buying a gift for our mom. Not even a grocery store bouquet of flowers or a poorly made macaroni necklace, nothing. Mom, usually the understanding and forgiving type, wasn't taking this lightly. In our family, when you upset Mom, you dealt with the consequences. And this time, the consequences were, well, unprecedented. One day, I came home to find quite a weird sight. Jerry, my athletic, usually freewheeling younger brother, was in Mother's body, struggling to button a blouse over her bust. "I can't do this, Al. How does she breathe?!" he huffed, his typically cocky grin now replaced by an expression of sheer frustration. But Mom, in Jerry's body, was quite enjoying this turn of events. She was sprawled on Jerry's beanbag chair, playing his beloved PlayStation, a wicked smile spread over her youthful face. Mom had taken her revenge a notch higher. A body swap. True, it's a bit extreme, but Jerry always had a knack for pushing our gentle mom to her limits. I'd always told him to tread lightly. He didn't listen, and now, well now he was literally in her shoes! Day in, day out, Jerry struggled with adapting to his new life. He couldn't cope with the workplace gossip, the household chores, and especially the heels. And let's not even talk about bras, for him they were pure engineering sorcery. I decide to intervene, really less out of brotherly concern and more to prevent the kitchen from imploding. It's one thing to tolerate Jerry's pork burnt to a crisp. But, it's an entirely different ordeal to clean up the exploded blender after his attempts at making a smoothie. Coaching him through the minefield of being a woman was not something I had ever envisioned myself doing. But here I was, giving him tips about taming curly hair, matching clothes, and applying just the right amount of perfume— you know, so that you don't choke everyone in a five-mile radius. Meanwhile, Mom was living it up. With a new found appreciation for video games, late-night snacks, and the teenage freedom Jerry enjoyed, she was having a ball. Once she even came home past midnight from a rather long 'soccer practice'. Two weeks flew by and the day of the swap-back arrived. I watched with unbridled amusement as Jerry made her coffee, almost pleading in his tone. "Mom, I never want to wear a thong again. I promise I'll never forget Mother's Day." Mom, in the middle of a Fortnite match, laughed and took a sip from her freshly brewed coffee. With a smirk she said, "Well, I didn't hear a Happy Mother's Day..." Before Jerry could reply, she was off, running around, gun blazing, in the virtual battlefield of the game. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Jade had learned his lesson. As for me, I've learned that in this house, every day is Mother's Day whether you like it or not. There’s no messing around here… and it’s hilarious!
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