Operation NuBody - Marine Marilyn
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Title: Operation NuBody - Marine Marilyn
"Hey Jonesy, how's the new gig?" Daniels asked with a smirk as walked into Nick’s Bar & Lounge. He caught the eye of the voluptuous redhead behind the counter. She shot him a look that could evaporate steel.
"Real funny, Daniels," Jones replied. His infamously gruff voice sounded hilariously incongruous coming from a curvaceous woman in a red dress. Daniels almost choked on his beer, struggling to keep from laughing out loud.
Everything about Jones' new appearance screamed 'pinup girl,' from his cascading auburn locks to his high heels. And yet, the Marine on the inside of him was as tough as he ever was.
"Got any problems, soldier? Happy Hours aren't for brawlers, y'know," Jones challenged, folding a pair of impressive arms across his ample chest.
"Oh, I'm supa-happy," Daniels stammered, laying out a few more bills than necessary. "It's not every day you can ogle at your old Marine buddy."
"Is this NuBody thing just another of your pranks?” Jones grumbled, pocketing the bills.
"Not this time, pal. Honorable Government, or so they say," Daniels replied, still amused.
Jones sighed, adjusting the low-cut top once again, his discomfort evident. "You'd think they'd have the decency of matching the brain to the body," he complained, trying to keep the bar count.
"Maybe they wanted to make a SEAL out of a plain fish?" Daniels suggested, suppressing another chuckle.
Jones shot him a venomous look, marching to a booth of sloshed frat boys, their catcalls lost amid the bar's cacophonous ambiance.
As the months rolled by, Jones adjusted, less grumbling, more working—and raking in the moola.
"Daniels, you won't believe it, but I'm actually saving more now," he grumbled over the phone one night.
"Oh, I believe it. Marilyn the Marine, bar's pinup girl! Just wish they had this program during my tour," Daniels teased.
"Still not funny," Jones’ voice arose over the clatter of glasses.
“Better start believing in it, buddy. If you can’t beat them – the busty body I mean, join them. You now have a kickass survival skill, that’s what Marines do,” Daniels advised, the humor fading into genuine concern.
"Survival skill, Daniels? I wasn't trained to serve beers and dodge hand slaps," Jones’ words hinted at a far-off desperation.
"You weren’t trained to lose yourself either, Jonesy. But hey, you’re still here, adapting. Plus, who else can say they literally put their body on the line for their country and then still continue to do so?" Daniels’ words hung in silence for a moment before he added, "Oh and Jonesy, don’t forget your lipstick tomorrow, ladies’ night!"
And with a lot of resilience, a few low-cut tops, too many beers to count, and an unending spate of buddy roasts, Jones embraced the humor in his situation. After all, isn’t that what survival is all about?
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 tons of dialogue where There was a new military program that people could sign up for called NuBody. If you were oversees and lost a limb or even your life, people were willing to donate there bodies. My buddy was placed in this program and swapped with a curvaceous and busty redheaded woman. I think he’s a little annoyed about his swap right now instead of being a normal marine like he used to be he had the body of a regular military pinup girl. He was told he would have to build a new life for himself, now he's a waitress at a bar and has to wear low cut tops. He says its humiliating, but he is raking in the tips thanks to his new busty form.
Response: Title: Operation NuBody - Marine Marilyn "Hey Jonesy, how's the new gig?" Daniels asked with a smirk as walked into Nick’s Bar & Lounge. He caught the eye of the voluptuous redhead behind the counter. She shot him a look that could evaporate steel. "Real funny, Daniels," Jones replied. His infamously gruff voice sounded hilariously incongruous coming from a curvaceous woman in a red dress. Daniels almost choked on his beer, struggling to keep from laughing out loud. Everything about Jones' new appearance screamed 'pinup girl,' from his cascading auburn locks to his high heels. And yet, the Marine on the inside of him was as tough as he ever was. "Got any problems, soldier? Happy Hours aren't for brawlers, y'know," Jones challenged, folding a pair of impressive arms across his ample chest. "Oh, I'm supa-happy," Daniels stammered, laying out a few more bills than necessary. "It's not every day you can ogle at your old Marine buddy." "Is this NuBody thing just another of your pranks?” Jones grumbled, pocketing the bills. "Not this time, pal. Honorable Government, or so they say," Daniels replied, still amused. Jones sighed, adjusting the low-cut top once again, his discomfort evident. "You'd think they'd have the decency of matching the brain to the body," he complained, trying to keep the bar count. "Maybe they wanted to make a SEAL out of a plain fish?" Daniels suggested, suppressing another chuckle. Jones shot him a venomous look, marching to a booth of sloshed frat boys, their catcalls lost amid the bar's cacophonous ambiance. As the months rolled by, Jones adjusted, less grumbling, more working—and raking in the moola. "Daniels, you won't believe it, but I'm actually saving more now," he grumbled over the phone one night. "Oh, I believe it. Marilyn the Marine, bar's pinup girl! Just wish they had this program during my tour," Daniels teased. "Still not funny," Jones’ voice arose over the clatter of glasses. “Better start believing in it, buddy. If you can’t beat them – the busty body I mean, join them. You now have a kickass survival skill, that’s what Marines do,” Daniels advised, the humor fading into genuine concern. "Survival skill, Daniels? I wasn't trained to serve beers and dodge hand slaps," Jones’ words hinted at a far-off desperation. "You weren’t trained to lose yourself either, Jonesy. But hey, you’re still here, adapting. Plus, who else can say they literally put their body on the line for their country and then still continue to do so?" Daniels’ words hung in silence for a moment before he added, "Oh and Jonesy, don’t forget your lipstick tomorrow, ladies’ night!" And with a lot of resilience, a few low-cut tops, too many beers to count, and an unending spate of buddy roasts, Jones embraced the humor in his situation. After all, isn’t that what survival is all about?
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