Reality Switcharoo
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Title: Reality Switcharoo
I am still uncertain about the exact nature of the cosmic comedy that ended up putting the 'Reality Remote' in my hands, but one thing I can vouch for is the infinite reservoir of humor it contained.
So as it happens, there was my roommate, Jake, a being of twigs and bones with an indomitable nerd spirit effervescing within him. A soul more interested in the architecture of PlayStation controllers than the complex anatomy of the female form. Then there was Mrs. White, a veritable vision of divine femininity with flaming red hair and proportions so ample she could give the most blatant centerfolds a run for their money.
The first test, naturally, had to be performed on dear Jake. Besides, it would be no less entertaining to observe him in a setting more voluptuously appealing than his typical gamer cave. With a zap of the Reality Remote, Jake's thin silhouette was instantly replaced with Mrs. White's voluptuous figure. Now, Jake, in all his curvy splendor, was looking stupendously out of context against our shared PlayStation backdrop.
Far from reacting, Jake just remained himself, well, nerdily. Oblivious to his shapely transformation, Jake was still quick to dive into gaming but immediately cursed as a nail broke on the joystick. He continued his gaming onslaught, sprinkling periodic complaints in between about the feel of an uncomfortable bra and the annoying weight of his new ample bosom. Whatever his form, Jake was unfailingly himself, only now with an impossibly curvaceous shell. I was fighting laughter as I watched him do Jake-things, but with the grace of Mrs. White.
My next venture was bolder. It was also perhaps the most absurd scenario I could conjure up. Imagine a whole campus brimming with luscious Mrs. Whites! I couldn't resist; with a touch of the Reality Remote control, I watched as every person in Colorado University transformed into, well, you guessed it, Mrs. White. It was hilarious, ridiculous, bizarre, and a testament to the powers of the Reality Remote.
Now, picture watching our college basketball match where lanky athletes had been replaced with Mrs. White lookalikes, dribbling the ball while managing their bountiful attributes. It was a sight to behold! We were no longer the lean average campus; we had transformed into, as incredibly ludicrous as it sounds, the most voluptuously appealing campus imagined. Colorado University had turned into an entertainingly sexy circus, much to my uncontrollable amusement.
The Reality Remote turned out to be a Pandora's box of uproarious experiences, a combination so bizarre it was hard to stop chuckling ever since. Poor Jake, amidst all these Mrs. Whites, still vexed about his Call of Duty gaming scores. But then, can you blame him? Who wouldn't be distracted by a sudden, inexplicable bra strap?
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 about when I found a reality remote which is a remote that can switch people's bodies but leaves them unaware and makes them think they have always had their new body. I knew I needed to test it on my buddy Jake. Jake is a typical nerdy college guy; he has lanky arms and skinny legs. But me and him had been roommates for all four years here at Colorado university. When I saw Mrs. White a hot and busty redheaded English teacher here at our school I zapped her and Jake with the remote. Now Jake still acts like the same nerd he's always been, but he had Mrs. Whites curvaceous and busty body. He is asking if I want to play a round of Call of Duty with him on PlayStation right now but he's complaining about a broken nail from the joystick. HE also complained about the bra strap digging into his shoulder and cursed at his boobs for being so bug they even needed a bra. This remote is hilarious and powerful the next day I decided to transform everyone at the school into Mrs. Whites bodacious and vivacious form. Nobody saw the difference I turned on the college basketball game and saw our team full of busty redheaded Mrs. Whites it was hilarious. We may not be the best campus but because of the remote were the most busty and sexiest campus.
Response: Title: Reality Switcharoo I am still uncertain about the exact nature of the cosmic comedy that ended up putting the 'Reality Remote' in my hands, but one thing I can vouch for is the infinite reservoir of humor it contained. So as it happens, there was my roommate, Jake, a being of twigs and bones with an indomitable nerd spirit effervescing within him. A soul more interested in the architecture of PlayStation controllers than the complex anatomy of the female form. Then there was Mrs. White, a veritable vision of divine femininity with flaming red hair and proportions so ample she could give the most blatant centerfolds a run for their money. The first test, naturally, had to be performed on dear Jake. Besides, it would be no less entertaining to observe him in a setting more voluptuously appealing than his typical gamer cave. With a zap of the Reality Remote, Jake's thin silhouette was instantly replaced with Mrs. White's voluptuous figure. Now, Jake, in all his curvy splendor, was looking stupendously out of context against our shared PlayStation backdrop. Far from reacting, Jake just remained himself, well, nerdily. Oblivious to his shapely transformation, Jake was still quick to dive into gaming but immediately cursed as a nail broke on the joystick. He continued his gaming onslaught, sprinkling periodic complaints in between about the feel of an uncomfortable bra and the annoying weight of his new ample bosom. Whatever his form, Jake was unfailingly himself, only now with an impossibly curvaceous shell. I was fighting laughter as I watched him do Jake-things, but with the grace of Mrs. White. My next venture was bolder. It was also perhaps the most absurd scenario I could conjure up. Imagine a whole campus brimming with luscious Mrs. Whites! I couldn't resist; with a touch of the Reality Remote control, I watched as every person in Colorado University transformed into, well, you guessed it, Mrs. White. It was hilarious, ridiculous, bizarre, and a testament to the powers of the Reality Remote. Now, picture watching our college basketball match where lanky athletes had been replaced with Mrs. White lookalikes, dribbling the ball while managing their bountiful attributes. It was a sight to behold! We were no longer the lean average campus; we had transformed into, as incredibly ludicrous as it sounds, the most voluptuously appealing campus imagined. Colorado University had turned into an entertainingly sexy circus, much to my uncontrollable amusement. The Reality Remote turned out to be a Pandora's box of uproarious experiences, a combination so bizarre it was hard to stop chuckling ever since. Poor Jake, amidst all these Mrs. Whites, still vexed about his Call of Duty gaming scores. But then, can you blame him? Who wouldn't be distracted by a sudden, inexplicable bra strap?
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