"Reality Remote: A Comic Swap"
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Title: "Reality Remote: A Comic Swap"
"Kev, man, check this out!" I exclaimed, holding up a weird-looking remote control. We were hanging out by the pool, getting ready for a swim.
"Wow, dude, where'd you find it? What does it do?" Kevin replied, tossing his swimming goggles aside.
"It swaps realities! Or specifically, it swaps bodies," I said, almost losing control of myself from such exhilarating news.
"You're full of it, man. Next, you're gonna claim it opens portals to Narnia or something," he laughed.
"No, seriously. Look!" I attempted to demonstrate but amidst my excitement, the remote slipped from my grasp, hit the ground, and shattered to pieces.
The next thing I knew, my eyes widened as Kevin was no longer Kevin. Before me sat a redhead woman in her forties, glamorous makeup applied, elegantly sipping her iced tea from Kevin's glass.
"Kevin?" I stuttered, shaking with disbelief and fear, partly because I might've broken reality, but mostly because the redhead looked like the quintessential 'MILF' from after-school TV shows.
"Oh, hey hun," she replied nonchalantly, flashing a charming smile. "More ice tea?"
"Kevin--" I started.
"I think you meant 'Kayla'," she interrupted, sending my world into a tailspin. She seemed unaware that her body had undergone a glamorous transformation.
"But you're a guy, Kev- Kayla," I managed to stutter, still dazed and confused.
"Have been a woman all my life, darling," she replied blithely, fanning herself against the tolling heat.
Now, reality lay before me as a unsolvable Rubik's cube. Quietly mourning the shattered remote as I frantically tried to fix it, I realized how it was beyond repair. A dilemma I hadn’t even given a thought was now a reality, and it had swapped everybody but me.
Kevin - or rather, Kayla - serenely sipped on her iced tea, her skin glowing under the sun, her eyes sparkling with enigmatic mischief. To her, she was always a woman, a redhead, with an uncanny knack of killing with her enchanting smile.
"Kayla, we need to talk," I struggled on, frowning as I analyzed the remote's circuitry, trying to fit pieces in their seemingly nonexistent places.
"Why, darling, I love our little chit-chats," she shot me a cheeky grin, tugging at her sarong as if she were born to wear those feminine clothes and not boys' swimming trunks.
The more I tried to restore reality, the more I amused myself. What a spectacle it was! The reality remote had brought a wild twist, a comical mishap. And the punchline? Kevin liked being Kayla, with all her sassy charm and poised elegance. The poolside had surely never hosted a comedier dangler.
Surprisingly, I found myself accepting the change, albeit being the lone person aware of it. After all, in a world where reality could be unintentionally swapped with a remote, who's to say what's normal anymore?
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: write a story with lots of dialogue about When I found a reality remote I didn’t know what to do with it. The reality remote swaps peoples bodies but leaves them unaware of the changes it makes them think they've always had the body they now have. I could change the world in a matter of seconds. I was so excited to use it at the pool with my friend. Unfortunately, I dropped it and it shattered it swapped everyone but me and nobody notices the difference. I can’t seem to fix it. Now my friend is stuck in his redheaded MILF body and he doesn’t even think it’s wrong that he had the body of a woman even though he’s a guy. this reality remote is insane.
Response: Title: "Reality Remote: A Comic Swap" "Kev, man, check this out!" I exclaimed, holding up a weird-looking remote control. We were hanging out by the pool, getting ready for a swim. "Wow, dude, where'd you find it? What does it do?" Kevin replied, tossing his swimming goggles aside. "It swaps realities! Or specifically, it swaps bodies," I said, almost losing control of myself from such exhilarating news. "You're full of it, man. Next, you're gonna claim it opens portals to Narnia or something," he laughed. "No, seriously. Look!" I attempted to demonstrate but amidst my excitement, the remote slipped from my grasp, hit the ground, and shattered to pieces. The next thing I knew, my eyes widened as Kevin was no longer Kevin. Before me sat a redhead woman in her forties, glamorous makeup applied, elegantly sipping her iced tea from Kevin's glass. "Kevin?" I stuttered, shaking with disbelief and fear, partly because I might've broken reality, but mostly because the redhead looked like the quintessential 'MILF' from after-school TV shows. "Oh, hey hun," she replied nonchalantly, flashing a charming smile. "More ice tea?" "Kevin--" I started. "I think you meant 'Kayla'," she interrupted, sending my world into a tailspin. She seemed unaware that her body had undergone a glamorous transformation. "But you're a guy, Kev- Kayla," I managed to stutter, still dazed and confused. "Have been a woman all my life, darling," she replied blithely, fanning herself against the tolling heat. Now, reality lay before me as a unsolvable Rubik's cube. Quietly mourning the shattered remote as I frantically tried to fix it, I realized how it was beyond repair. A dilemma I hadn’t even given a thought was now a reality, and it had swapped everybody but me. Kevin - or rather, Kayla - serenely sipped on her iced tea, her skin glowing under the sun, her eyes sparkling with enigmatic mischief. To her, she was always a woman, a redhead, with an uncanny knack of killing with her enchanting smile. "Kayla, we need to talk," I struggled on, frowning as I analyzed the remote's circuitry, trying to fit pieces in their seemingly nonexistent places. "Why, darling, I love our little chit-chats," she shot me a cheeky grin, tugging at her sarong as if she were born to wear those feminine clothes and not boys' swimming trunks. The more I tried to restore reality, the more I amused myself. What a spectacle it was! The reality remote had brought a wild twist, a comical mishap. And the punchline? Kevin liked being Kayla, with all her sassy charm and poised elegance. The poolside had surely never hosted a comedier dangler. Surprisingly, I found myself accepting the change, albeit being the lone person aware of it. After all, in a world where reality could be unintentionally swapped with a remote, who's to say what's normal anymore?
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