"Shattered Reality"
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Title: "Shattered Reality"
"Mike! Mate!" I shouted, running toward a figure by the pool's edge, my heart pounding in my chest. The redheaded woman turned around and crinkled her eyes in response.
"Yeah, John? What's up?" Mike's voice answered, ticking off my first box of weirdness.
"You're...am I dreaming, or are you in a woman's body?" I asked, staring at his current embodiment of a redheaded beauty clad in a rainbow-colored one-piece bikini.
Mike looked down at himself, then back up at me before flashing an overly bright smile. "Haha, John! You are just hilarious today!"
I stared in disbelief. It wasn't just the swap, it was Mike's nonchalance about it. He didn’t even think it was wrong or unusual, although he obviously retained his personality. That's when I remembered the shattered remote. The reality remote that I had dropped and broken earlier at the pool party.
"Mike, about the remote...I dropped and broke it," I stuttered.
His brow furrowed, "What remote, John?"
Seeing his genuine confusion, I decided to explain. "You remember the reality remote, right? It was supposed to allow us to swap bodies temporarily."
Mike blinked in confusion, then burst out laughing. "John, seriously, stop pulling my leg. It's not even April Fool’s Day."
His obvious denial of the idea was puzzling. I kept trying to explain it to Mike, to make him remember, but nothing I said stirred his memory.
"Mike, you’re stuck in a woman’s body don't you think that's weird?"
He chuckled, "John, I’ve never thought I was anything but a kid at heart or a woman. My body feels just like it's always been."
In the face of Mike’s continued dismissal and my rising panic, I came to realization: the broken remote not only swapped everyone’s bodies, but also modified their memories to align with their new physical forms. Just as I spat out the last word of my revelation, our friend Joe walked up to us. He was not his usual six-foot-four self but a petite, slender, blonde woman.
"Guys..." I began, the anxiety clear in my voice.
Joe shot me a quizzical look. "John, you've been acting strange all day. Did you drink too much?"
"No! Joe, it's the remote. I dropped and broke it. It swapped everyone but..."
"But what, John?" Joe asked gently, genuinely worried.
"But me!" I exclaimed finally. "It swapped everyone but me. And nobody notices the difference."
Mike and Joe exchanged glances.
"You're tired, John. Why don't you go home and rest?"
"Yeah, mate. We'll catch up tomorrow," Mike added.
The mystery of the shattered reality remote had only just begun, and I was alone in my knowledge of its effects. How could I fix it? Could it even be fixed?
I was left with a party of swapped-bodies friends and an insane reality to navigate.
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.
AI Prompts
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 wearing a rainbow colored one piece showing off a ton on his new massive cleavage 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. write a lot of dialogue
Response: Title: "Shattered Reality" "Mike! Mate!" I shouted, running toward a figure by the pool's edge, my heart pounding in my chest. The redheaded woman turned around and crinkled her eyes in response. "Yeah, John? What's up?" Mike's voice answered, ticking off my first box of weirdness. "You're...am I dreaming, or are you in a woman's body?" I asked, staring at his current embodiment of a redheaded beauty clad in a rainbow-colored one-piece bikini. Mike looked down at himself, then back up at me before flashing an overly bright smile. "Haha, John! You are just hilarious today!" I stared in disbelief. It wasn't just the swap, it was Mike's nonchalance about it. He didn’t even think it was wrong or unusual, although he obviously retained his personality. That's when I remembered the shattered remote. The reality remote that I had dropped and broken earlier at the pool party. "Mike, about the remote...I dropped and broke it," I stuttered. His brow furrowed, "What remote, John?" Seeing his genuine confusion, I decided to explain. "You remember the reality remote, right? It was supposed to allow us to swap bodies temporarily." Mike blinked in confusion, then burst out laughing. "John, seriously, stop pulling my leg. It's not even April Fool’s Day." His obvious denial of the idea was puzzling. I kept trying to explain it to Mike, to make him remember, but nothing I said stirred his memory. "Mike, you’re stuck in a woman’s body don't you think that's weird?" He chuckled, "John, I’ve never thought I was anything but a kid at heart or a woman. My body feels just like it's always been." In the face of Mike’s continued dismissal and my rising panic, I came to realization: the broken remote not only swapped everyone’s bodies, but also modified their memories to align with their new physical forms. Just as I spat out the last word of my revelation, our friend Joe walked up to us. He was not his usual six-foot-four self but a petite, slender, blonde woman. "Guys..." I began, the anxiety clear in my voice. Joe shot me a quizzical look. "John, you've been acting strange all day. Did you drink too much?" "No! Joe, it's the remote. I dropped and broke it. It swapped everyone but..." "But what, John?" Joe asked gently, genuinely worried. "But me!" I exclaimed finally. "It swapped everyone but me. And nobody notices the difference." Mike and Joe exchanged glances. "You're tired, John. Why don't you go home and rest?" "Yeah, mate. We'll catch up tomorrow," Mike added. The mystery of the shattered reality remote had only just begun, and I was alone in my knowledge of its effects. How could I fix it? Could it even be fixed? I was left with a party of swapped-bodies friends and an insane reality to navigate.
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