"Reality Remote: The Ultimate Prank"
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I couldn't believe my luck when I found the reality remote at a garage sale last week. For the low, low price of $2 and a promise not to use it for "world domination," it was mine. Today was the day to test its boundaries, and who better to experiment on than my unsuspecting buddy, Tom?
Tom arrived moments after I texted him to come over for our usual Friday night TV binge.
"Hey, man! Got the snacks ready?" He plopped down on the couch, eyes already scanning for the bowl of chips.
"Yep, right there," I said, motioning toward the coffee table. My heart raced as I clutched the remote in my pocket. Subtlety was going to be key.
We flipped channels and landed on an interview with Christina Hendricks. Tom's jaw dropped as she smiled on screen.
"Man, Christina Hendricks is so hot," he said, eyes glued to the screen. This was my moment.
With a casual tilt of the remote, I pointed it at the TV, then at Tom. My thumb pressed the big, red button labeled "Swap." There was a quick flash, like someone had just taken a photo with a blinding flash, and suddenly...
Tom was gone. Christina Hendricks was sitting next to me.
I turned to "Tom." "So, what makes Christina so hot?" It was time to see how this played out.
Christina-uh, I mean Tom, chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I mean, look at these curves, man." He gestured to his/her own body. "I mean, uh, she's got... I mean, I've got," confusion flashed for a split second, "uh, such amazing, uh, proportions. Like, have you seen these boobs?" He cupped them instinctively and then, realizing what he was doing, blushed furiously.
"Totally, man. How are you handling the weight?" I patted him on the back, trying to keep a straight face.
"Dude, you have no idea," he groaned. "It's like carrying a couple of bowling balls on your chest. And I'm the only guy who has to deal with this. It's so annoying! Can you imagine running, or even going up the stairs?"
I nodded sympathetically. "Right, and those nails? How's that working out for you?"
Tom extended his hands, examining the long, manicured nails. "They're a nightmare! Do you know how hard it is to open cans or type on my phone?" He sighed dramatically. "And video games? Forget about it!"
I smirked. "Well, speaking of video games, wanna give it a try? I've got the new PlayStation laid out."
Tom (or Christina, this reality was weird) rolled his eyes. "Fine, but if I break a nail, you're paying for the manicure."
We settled in and started our favorite multiplayer game. It was hilarious watching him struggle with the controller, his long nails clicking against the buttons.
"Dude, this is impossible," he groaned after his character died for the tenth time. "Maybe you need a reality remote to give me back my old hands."
I laughed, heart pounding in my chest. If only he knew.
"Hang tight, I've got to check something," I said, getting up and heading over to my photo albums. Flipping through the pages, I was shocked and delighted to find every picture in which Tom had appeared was now Christina. His prom photo? Christina in Tom's suit, looking rather awkward. That time we went to Vegas? Christina holding a beer with 'Tom' written above it in marker. Absolutely priceless!
Returning to the couch, I tried to keep my face straight. "So, uh, you ever miss being, you know, normal?"
Tom shrugged with Christina's shoulders. "Nah, man. This is my normal, remember? It's weird, but it's just the way it is."
I hummed in agreement, internally giddy at the limitless potential of this remote. Who to switch next? Maybe our old gym teacher who bullied us in high school, or perhaps the mailman? The possibilities were endless.
For now, though, watching Christina Hendricks' body struggle to figure out my PlayStation controller was more than enough entertainment. Reality's limits had nothing on the fun this remote could provide.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIās 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 I wanted to test the limits of my new reality remote. I invited my friend over so I could test it on someone. I needed to do it without him knowing. We were watching tv and Christina Hendricks was doing an interview. I aimed the remote at her and then my friend who was in the middle of commenting how hot he thought Christina looked. Now sheās sitting next to me in his clothes. After the change I asked him what made Christina so hot, it was hilarious to hear him describe his own body that now belonged to Christina and why it was so hot. They swapped bodies and reality has shifted so both of them are unaware of the changes. My buddy now has Christina's curvy body and massive boobs and he thinks its normal. This reality remote is awesome, maybe I should go look at some photos and see if they've changed as well. I asked him about his boobs and he rolls his eyes and talks about how annoying it is that he is the only guy who has boobs and how heavy they can be. Maybe we could play some video games, if he can actually play with those long manicured nails, he'll probably break a nail on my PlayStation controller.
Response: I couldn't believe my luck when I found the reality remote at a garage sale last week. For the low, low price of $2 and a promise not to use it for "world domination," it was mine. Today was the day to test its boundaries, and who better to experiment on than my unsuspecting buddy, Tom? Tom arrived moments after I texted him to come over for our usual Friday night TV binge. "Hey, man! Got the snacks ready?" He plopped down on the couch, eyes already scanning for the bowl of chips. "Yep, right there," I said, motioning toward the coffee table. My heart raced as I clutched the remote in my pocket. Subtlety was going to be key. We flipped channels and landed on an interview with Christina Hendricks. Tom's jaw dropped as she smiled on screen. "Man, Christina Hendricks is so hot," he said, eyes glued to the screen. This was my moment. With a casual tilt of the remote, I pointed it at the TV, then at Tom. My thumb pressed the big, red button labeled "Swap." There was a quick flash, like someone had just taken a photo with a blinding flash, and suddenly... Tom was gone. Christina Hendricks was sitting next to me. I turned to "Tom." "So, what makes Christina so hot?" It was time to see how this played out. Christina-uh, I mean Tom, chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I mean, look at these curves, man." He gestured to his/her own body. "I mean, uh, she's got... I mean, I've got," confusion flashed for a split second, "uh, such amazing, uh, proportions. Like, have you seen these boobs?" He cupped them instinctively and then, realizing what he was doing, blushed furiously. "Totally, man. How are you handling the weight?" I patted him on the back, trying to keep a straight face. "Dude, you have no idea," he groaned. "It's like carrying a couple of bowling balls on your chest. And I'm the only guy who has to deal with this. It's so annoying! Can you imagine running, or even going up the stairs?" I nodded sympathetically. "Right, and those nails? How's that working out for you?" Tom extended his hands, examining the long, manicured nails. "They're a nightmare! Do you know how hard it is to open cans or type on my phone?" He sighed dramatically. "And video games? Forget about it!" I smirked. "Well, speaking of video games, wanna give it a try? I've got the new PlayStation laid out." Tom (or Christina, this reality was weird) rolled his eyes. "Fine, but if I break a nail, you're paying for the manicure." We settled in and started our favorite multiplayer game. It was hilarious watching him struggle with the controller, his long nails clicking against the buttons. "Dude, this is impossible," he groaned after his character died for the tenth time. "Maybe you need a reality remote to give me back my old hands." I laughed, heart pounding in my chest. If only he knew. "Hang tight, I've got to check something," I said, getting up and heading over to my photo albums. Flipping through the pages, I was shocked and delighted to find every picture in which Tom had appeared was now Christina. His prom photo? Christina in Tom's suit, looking rather awkward. That time we went to Vegas? Christina holding a beer with 'Tom' written above it in marker. Absolutely priceless! Returning to the couch, I tried to keep my face straight. "So, uh, you ever miss being, you know, normal?" Tom shrugged with Christina's shoulders. "Nah, man. This is my normal, remember? It's weird, but it's just the way it is." I hummed in agreement, internally giddy at the limitless potential of this remote. Who to switch next? Maybe our old gym teacher who bullied us in high school, or perhaps the mailman? The possibilities were endless. For now, though, watching Christina Hendricks' body struggle to figure out my PlayStation controller was more than enough entertainment. Reality's limits had nothing on the fun this remote could provide.
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