"Mum's the Weirdest"
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Title: "Mum's the Weirdest"
"Hey dude, pass the controller!" shouted Matt from across the living room, or rather, my mom’s voice which took a while for me to get used to. There was something distinctly unsettling about hearing him use her vocal cords with the fervor of a gamer in the middle of a high-stakes match.
"Alright, alright, keep your bra on," I replied, tossing the controller over. Matt, now enjoying life in my mom's body, cackled maniacally as he caught it with surprising grace. What can I say? My mom may have been an English teacher by trade, but Matt’s reflexes were next level.
"Dude, seriously, you'd think with all the practice, you'd beat me at least once," he teased, leaning over to adjust his—I mean, my mom's—glasses that always slid down her nose. "Even with these things," he added, giving his chest an experimental jiggle.
"Matt, geez, that's still my mom's body!" I cringed.
"Lighten up, it's just biology. Besides, you ought to be thanking me. With these E-cups, I’m getting a whole new appreciation for symmetry and weight distribution. It's like carrying two watermelons around," he said, detracting from my concentration and causing me to lose another round.
"Are you really talking about my mom's…ladies?" I groaned.
"Hey, it's educational. Swap class, remember? Teaching how to walk a mile in another person's shoes...or in this case, their bras." Matt smirked as he picked up a bra from the floor and whirled it around like a lasso. "Gotta admit, your mom's got good taste in lingerie."
Just then, my dad walked in. He looked every bit like it was another typical day, completely unfazed by the whole swapping madness—a fact that never ceased to amaze me.
"Hey, honey! How was your day?" Dad kissed Matt—my mom's body—on the cheek.
"Same old, same old, darling. Who knew algebra could be so riveting?" Matt replied in a mockingly sweet tone, before reverting back to his usual self. "By the way," he said, turning to me as Dad walked away, "I can do a killer impression of Smeagol as your mom. Wanna hear?"
"Oh boy," I chuckled nervously, not sure if I was mentally prepared for it.
Matt took a deep breath and then out came, with perfect pitch and accent, "The precioussss. We wants it, we needs it!"
I burst out laughing. "No way! That's like…wow…that’s even weirder than when you do Morgan Freeman."
"But it gets better," Matt said, clearing his throat. "Yo, dawg! What’s cookin’ in the kitchen, yo?"
"Okay, that’s just disturbing!" I laughed harder, doubling over in hysterics.
Despite the craziness, there were moments that were downright touching, in the most twisted sense. Like every night, Matt continued to give Dad a goodnight kiss and then, yes, he slept in their bed. The idea was bizarre, but the familiarity made it somewhat comforting.
One evening, as we played our usual round of video games, Matt said something unexpected. "You know, when all this is over, I’m gonna miss this. Your dad’s a pretty cool guy. Not to mention, your mom’s got this running start every morning!"
I couldn't help but smirk. "Yeah, well, don’t get too comfy. You might get a new swap class partner next semester."
"Hey, I’ve got the rest of this semester to get top scores on every game you own. Bring it on, dude," Matt challenged with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
And thus, our strange, hilarious, and occasionally heartwarming swap continued. My mom might have been mortified if she knew the conversations her body was involved in, but I like to think she would have taken the experience in stride, much like any good teacher would.
After all, it was all about learning, even if the lessons were in the form of swapped bodies, awkward conversations, and lots of shared laughter.
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.
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Prompt: My mom taught at my high school. She taught many different classes but this year she was assigned to swap class. Swap class is a class that allows students to swap bodies as a learning experience. Many times, teachers have to be included in swaps due to an odd number of students. This year was no different, my best friend Matt ended up swapping with my mom. It's kind of weird hearing mom curse and talk all pervy like my friend Matt but it's also kind of cool that he is always around now. We play video games all the time now, though it does irritate me that he still beats me even in my mom's body. He likes to tease me whenever he beats me because he's a chick now. He also talks pervy about all the girls at school and likes to talk about their "Racks" but then that leads to him talking about his own boobs and how cool and big and heavy they are. He also leaves his bra's all over the floor so now I know my mom wears an E cup which is shocking. The best part is when he decides to use my mom's voice to do impressions of movie characters and he even talks ghetto sometimes which is hilarious in moms voice. The weirdest part is even though its him in her body he keeps some of her attractions and mannerisms. He gives my dad a welcome kiss every time he comes home, and he even sleeps with him. This experience has been strange but fun at the same time. Write the story with lots of dialogue
Response: Title: "Mum's the Weirdest" "Hey dude, pass the controller!" shouted Matt from across the living room, or rather, my mom’s voice which took a while for me to get used to. There was something distinctly unsettling about hearing him use her vocal cords with the fervor of a gamer in the middle of a high-stakes match. "Alright, alright, keep your bra on," I replied, tossing the controller over. Matt, now enjoying life in my mom's body, cackled maniacally as he caught it with surprising grace. What can I say? My mom may have been an English teacher by trade, but Matt’s reflexes were next level. "Dude, seriously, you'd think with all the practice, you'd beat me at least once," he teased, leaning over to adjust his—I mean, my mom's—glasses that always slid down her nose. "Even with these things," he added, giving his chest an experimental jiggle. "Matt, geez, that's still my mom's body!" I cringed. "Lighten up, it's just biology. Besides, you ought to be thanking me. With these E-cups, I’m getting a whole new appreciation for symmetry and weight distribution. It's like carrying two watermelons around," he said, detracting from my concentration and causing me to lose another round. "Are you really talking about my mom's…ladies?" I groaned. "Hey, it's educational. Swap class, remember? Teaching how to walk a mile in another person's shoes...or in this case, their bras." Matt smirked as he picked up a bra from the floor and whirled it around like a lasso. "Gotta admit, your mom's got good taste in lingerie." Just then, my dad walked in. He looked every bit like it was another typical day, completely unfazed by the whole swapping madness—a fact that never ceased to amaze me. "Hey, honey! How was your day?" Dad kissed Matt—my mom's body—on the cheek. "Same old, same old, darling. Who knew algebra could be so riveting?" Matt replied in a mockingly sweet tone, before reverting back to his usual self. "By the way," he said, turning to me as Dad walked away, "I can do a killer impression of Smeagol as your mom. Wanna hear?" "Oh boy," I chuckled nervously, not sure if I was mentally prepared for it. Matt took a deep breath and then out came, with perfect pitch and accent, "The precioussss. We wants it, we needs it!" I burst out laughing. "No way! That's like…wow…that’s even weirder than when you do Morgan Freeman." "But it gets better," Matt said, clearing his throat. "Yo, dawg! What’s cookin’ in the kitchen, yo?" "Okay, that’s just disturbing!" I laughed harder, doubling over in hysterics. Despite the craziness, there were moments that were downright touching, in the most twisted sense. Like every night, Matt continued to give Dad a goodnight kiss and then, yes, he slept in their bed. The idea was bizarre, but the familiarity made it somewhat comforting. One evening, as we played our usual round of video games, Matt said something unexpected. "You know, when all this is over, I’m gonna miss this. Your dad’s a pretty cool guy. Not to mention, your mom’s got this running start every morning!" I couldn't help but smirk. "Yeah, well, don’t get too comfy. You might get a new swap class partner next semester." "Hey, I’ve got the rest of this semester to get top scores on every game you own. Bring it on, dude," Matt challenged with a mischievous gleam in his eye. And thus, our strange, hilarious, and occasionally heartwarming swap continued. My mom might have been mortified if she knew the conversations her body was involved in, but I like to think she would have taken the experience in stride, much like any good teacher would. After all, it was all about learning, even if the lessons were in the form of swapped bodies, awkward conversations, and lots of shared laughter.
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