On the Corollary of Change
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Title: On the Corollary of Change
"How's that even possible?" I grimaced, trying to comprehend Ted's absurd reveal.
"I ain't winning any gold medals for wrapping my head around it either. Magic, she said, laughing. Witchy stuff," Ted poured his heart out. It has taken a mere divorce for my old school buddy's life to spiral into a twilight zone saga.
"Jesus, Ted," I replied, averting my eyes. There was no denying the awkwardness that had hijacked our get-together. Ted was my friend, but, well, the person in front of me was physically not him. Emily, his ex-wife, had a figure that could have inspired Aphrodite’s envy.
"My God, Lucas," Ted lamented, covering up his body with a robe from the closet. "Please don’t look at me like that."
Now we were headed to the coast, with plans to voyage across the sea. No matter how unnerving the situation was, I felt Ted needed this getaway. Since the divorce, he was a wreck, and now he was stuck with his ex-wife's perfect hourglass body.
At the coast, as we prepared to get on his yacht, Ted seemed uncomfortable. He was trying to maneuver his new curves gracefully, but ended up being more clumsy. Seeing him struggle, I attempted to lighten the mood.
"At least you won’t need a flotation device," I joked, gesturing towards his new voluptuous figure. The comment was meant to be playful, but from the look on Ted's face, it was misinterpreted. I stuttered, attempting to control the situation. "I’m...Err...just messing around, Ted."
"No, it's not that. I guess it's just...weird, Lucas. I’m not used to this. I mean who would?" he rambled on, revealing a glimpse of his struggle.
BOARDING THE BOAT...
The moment Ted appeared on the deck, in a black swimsuit that flattered the curves, I almost choked on my drink. The sight was just too uncanny. I tried not to stare, but how could one not? Emily, Ted's ex, was famous for her beauty. Hell, she was the reason half our high school fought.
"Lucas, for God's sake," Ted exploded, an annoyed look on his face. "Stop oogling at me!"
"But...," I stuttered, a pathetic attempt to justify my behavior.
"No, Lucas. This...," he said, pointing to the curvaceous figure, "is still me. It’s Ted, not Emily."
I paused, then tilted my head, acknowledging the statement. Perhaps it was true - friendship wasn't confined to physical appearances or awkward circumstances. It was undeniable that Ted was going through a situation more unnerving than anyone could imagine. And as his friend, it was my duty to support him and treat him the same way as I would have before.
The rest of the trip was spent in silent understanding and acceptance. Amidst the oddity, we found a way to communicate and act normal. It was as if we were back at high school, just two guys making memories on a coast, on a boat, without a care in the world.
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 After my friend has gone through divorce I knew he would need a regular guys vacation. But when I found out that his ex wife had Also stolen his body I was in shock. We went out to the coast to have some fun on his boat but he’s annoyed I keep looking at his…or his ex wife’s sexy ass. How can he blame me though his wife has curves for days she's busty and curvy and just perfect.
Response: Title: On the Corollary of Change "How's that even possible?" I grimaced, trying to comprehend Ted's absurd reveal. "I ain't winning any gold medals for wrapping my head around it either. Magic, she said, laughing. Witchy stuff," Ted poured his heart out. It has taken a mere divorce for my old school buddy's life to spiral into a twilight zone saga. "Jesus, Ted," I replied, averting my eyes. There was no denying the awkwardness that had hijacked our get-together. Ted was my friend, but, well, the person in front of me was physically not him. Emily, his ex-wife, had a figure that could have inspired Aphrodite’s envy. "My God, Lucas," Ted lamented, covering up his body with a robe from the closet. "Please don’t look at me like that." Now we were headed to the coast, with plans to voyage across the sea. No matter how unnerving the situation was, I felt Ted needed this getaway. Since the divorce, he was a wreck, and now he was stuck with his ex-wife's perfect hourglass body. At the coast, as we prepared to get on his yacht, Ted seemed uncomfortable. He was trying to maneuver his new curves gracefully, but ended up being more clumsy. Seeing him struggle, I attempted to lighten the mood. "At least you won’t need a flotation device," I joked, gesturing towards his new voluptuous figure. The comment was meant to be playful, but from the look on Ted's face, it was misinterpreted. I stuttered, attempting to control the situation. "I’m...Err...just messing around, Ted." "No, it's not that. I guess it's just...weird, Lucas. I’m not used to this. I mean who would?" he rambled on, revealing a glimpse of his struggle. BOARDING THE BOAT... The moment Ted appeared on the deck, in a black swimsuit that flattered the curves, I almost choked on my drink. The sight was just too uncanny. I tried not to stare, but how could one not? Emily, Ted's ex, was famous for her beauty. Hell, she was the reason half our high school fought. "Lucas, for God's sake," Ted exploded, an annoyed look on his face. "Stop oogling at me!" "But...," I stuttered, a pathetic attempt to justify my behavior. "No, Lucas. This...," he said, pointing to the curvaceous figure, "is still me. It’s Ted, not Emily." I paused, then tilted my head, acknowledging the statement. Perhaps it was true - friendship wasn't confined to physical appearances or awkward circumstances. It was undeniable that Ted was going through a situation more unnerving than anyone could imagine. And as his friend, it was my duty to support him and treat him the same way as I would have before. The rest of the trip was spent in silent understanding and acceptance. Amidst the oddity, we found a way to communicate and act normal. It was as if we were back at high school, just two guys making memories on a coast, on a boat, without a care in the world.
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