Out of Bounds
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Title: Out of Bounds
My best buddy, Sean, had always been one to succumb to his wife's whims. But this time, the latest fad she'd forced upon him was beyond what I could fathom; 'Body Swap Therapy.' It was some new-age form of coupes counseling, designed to promote empathy by experiencing life from each other's perspective, literally. Yet, it was never the intention for the swap to be permanent. But, here we were.
Sean walked up to the golf course, his normally rugged face replaced with the soft features of his gorgeous wife, Layla. Her golden locks bouncing with each step, and for the first time ever I found myself struggling to maintain eye contact with my best friend.
"Nervous there, Jack?" Sean asked through Layla's lips. His low voice sounded odd coming from her soft tones. It sent shivers down my spine I had never experienced.
"No, it's just… damn, man. Layla is, I mean… you're sort of a looker." Digging a hole for myself, I cleared my throat, trying to focus. "I just hope you're not planning on using your newly found assets to distract me."
Sean (or was it Layla now?) just chuckled, gently bouncing on the balls of his 'new shoes'. "Don't worry, buddy. I've got bigger problems. Just try to hit a tee shot with these things in the way."
As I watched him—her—swing, it was a weird combination of humor and awkwardness. His previously controlled swing was now off balance due to the sudden shift in weight distribution. It took him a few tries to adjust and when he finally hit the ball, it didn’t go far. "Damn, woman has weights hanging off her chest. Makes a swing tough!" he griped.
The day stretched on, filled with jittery laughter and poorly veiled awkwardness. There were moments of unusual tension when his new curvaceous form would sway unexpectedly or his enhanced cleavage distracted me. But every snapshot of discomfort paved way for a glimpse of insight into each other’s experiences.
The round ended with the usual friendly wager, but it was a relief to be done. Sean's new form had indeed provided some distraction, mostly because envy, concern, and curiosity had me in its grip.
As we left the golf course, I couldn't help but think about the situation. The body swap therapy had been meant to give Sean and Layla a different perspective on each other's lives. But by swinging in Layla's body, Sean gave me a different perspective too. Women lived in a considerably different world than men, it seemed. I wouldn’t have fully understood or believed this if, for a day, my best friend hadn’t walked in his wife’s high heels. The therapy may have been a goof at first, but it turned out to be a peculiar learning experience for both of us.
As for whether Sean would be stuck in Layla's body was something tomorrow would have to decide. All I knew was, I'd lost a round of golf today. The next time we hit the greens, I'd have to pray it was to Sean's gruff face than Layla's beautiful one.
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 body swap story My buddies wife forced him to go to body swap therapy. He went and now he’s stuck in her body. The good news is he can still play our round of golf today, it’s just awkward because his wife is hot, I hope he doesn’t use his body to distract me but his new breasts have effected his swing quite a bit.
Response: Title: Out of Bounds My best buddy, Sean, had always been one to succumb to his wife's whims. But this time, the latest fad she'd forced upon him was beyond what I could fathom; 'Body Swap Therapy.' It was some new-age form of coupes counseling, designed to promote empathy by experiencing life from each other's perspective, literally. Yet, it was never the intention for the swap to be permanent. But, here we were. Sean walked up to the golf course, his normally rugged face replaced with the soft features of his gorgeous wife, Layla. Her golden locks bouncing with each step, and for the first time ever I found myself struggling to maintain eye contact with my best friend. "Nervous there, Jack?" Sean asked through Layla's lips. His low voice sounded odd coming from her soft tones. It sent shivers down my spine I had never experienced. "No, it's just… damn, man. Layla is, I mean… you're sort of a looker." Digging a hole for myself, I cleared my throat, trying to focus. "I just hope you're not planning on using your newly found assets to distract me." Sean (or was it Layla now?) just chuckled, gently bouncing on the balls of his 'new shoes'. "Don't worry, buddy. I've got bigger problems. Just try to hit a tee shot with these things in the way." As I watched him—her—swing, it was a weird combination of humor and awkwardness. His previously controlled swing was now off balance due to the sudden shift in weight distribution. It took him a few tries to adjust and when he finally hit the ball, it didn’t go far. "Damn, woman has weights hanging off her chest. Makes a swing tough!" he griped. The day stretched on, filled with jittery laughter and poorly veiled awkwardness. There were moments of unusual tension when his new curvaceous form would sway unexpectedly or his enhanced cleavage distracted me. But every snapshot of discomfort paved way for a glimpse of insight into each other’s experiences. The round ended with the usual friendly wager, but it was a relief to be done. Sean's new form had indeed provided some distraction, mostly because envy, concern, and curiosity had me in its grip. As we left the golf course, I couldn't help but think about the situation. The body swap therapy had been meant to give Sean and Layla a different perspective on each other's lives. But by swinging in Layla's body, Sean gave me a different perspective too. Women lived in a considerably different world than men, it seemed. I wouldn’t have fully understood or believed this if, for a day, my best friend hadn’t walked in his wife’s high heels. The therapy may have been a goof at first, but it turned out to be a peculiar learning experience for both of us. As for whether Sean would be stuck in Layla's body was something tomorrow would have to decide. All I knew was, I'd lost a round of golf today. The next time we hit the greens, I'd have to pray it was to Sean's gruff face than Layla's beautiful one.
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