Soul Swap: A FitSwap Adventure
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I stood in front of my mom's full-length mirror, shaking a bottle of protein shake I found in the kitchen. The whole situation felt like a dream, but not the kind of dream where I wake up sweaty and confused. More like the kind where I wake up and wish I could dive right back in. The jiggle of her—my—boobs made me burst into laughter. Who knew life could be this hilarious?
"Yo, check it out! Who's the hottest redhead in town?" I said to my reflection, tossing a kiss with lips painted a shade of crimson I usually wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. "You are, momma! Yeah, you are."
When your best friend introduces you to new tech that's brand-new and mind-blowing like FitSwap, you can't help but want to try it. Lucky for me, Chris was already on the inside.
"Hey, Chrissy," I said, practicing a deeper voice. My mom had a nice, smooth tone, but I wanted to see if I could be more... commanding. "Whoa, nearly there. Feels so weird!"
The last thing I expected was for Mrs. McMillan—my best friend's mom and my long-time crush—to sign up for it and for me to be the one swapping with her. Actually, that's a lie. I totally wished for it once but never thought it'd come true. Now here I was, living in her body, having the time of my life while she got her workout done in mine.
Household duties though? Not as fun. Vacuuming the living room was like some cruel form of punishment. But a deal’s a deal.
"'I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody!'" I belted out Whitney Houston in the strangest duet ever, pushing the vacuum cleaner around and moving my hips to the beat.
Chris told me the swap would only be a couple of days, but those days felt like a whirlwind of highs and awkward moments. Cooking? Let's just say I need practice, loads of it. Though I had to admit, wearing an apron while trying to make chicken parmesan was a funny sight.
"Bet you never did this kinda cookin', huh, Mrs. McMillan?" I joked to myself.
Then there was the laundry. The smell of fresh clothes, the warmth of just-out-of-the-dryer outfits, all very alien yet satisfying in a strange way. I hummed under my breath, my mom’s favorite song that I, as her, now loved too.
A curious tapping on the doorframe drew my attention. It was Chris, eyes wide with sheer shock and disbelief.
"Dude," he said, stepping closer, "why’s my mom singing our jam? She doesn’t even know that song."
I froze, the reality sobering me up from this odd fantasy. "Bro, it's me—I mean, it's Jake," I whispered urgently, glancing to make sure no one else was around. "You gotta keep this on the down-low. It's all part of the whole FitSwap thing."
Chris's eyes nearly popped out of his head, the familiar spark of confusion and surprise vividly comical.
"Dude, this is insane. Does she—does my mom—"
"No clue, man," I cut him off, "just roll with it. Couple more days, and I'll be back to Jake mode. Your mom’s bodybuilder dream is almost over."
Chris pinched the bridge of his nose before shaking his head. "You are so dead if anyone else finds out. This whole situation is a ticking bomb, Jake."
"Aw, c’mon. It ain’t that bad," I tried to lighten the mood, flexing an arm and laughing at how bizarre it looked. "I mean, I can even do this now. Ever seen your mom crush it with a vacuum?"
"Alright, alright," Chris surrendered with a wry grin. "But keep it low-key, will ya?"
I gave him a thumbs up, then knelt to finish my vacuuming mission, humming 'Wrecking Ball' this time, feeling like a champ in my borrowed skin.
Little did Chris know just how much fun I—Jake—was really having. And for now, that secret was mine to keep.
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 story with dialogue My best friend worked for this new company called FitSwap it was a company that could swap your body with a personal trainer to workout your body for you. What I didn’t know was my mom had signed up and requested my friend to swap with her. Now my friend was in her busty redheaded body having the time of his life. My friend had always had a crush on my mom and now he had full access to her body. He is having a lot of fun though. He laughs as he shakes his protein shake loving how it makes his boobs jiggle. He likes to look in the mirror and blow kisses and flirt with himself. He even tried to see how deep my moms voice could go. He also has to take over some of her house duties to though which he dreads, like vacuuming and cooking and doing the laundry. I didn't even know he was in there for a couple of days until I heard mom vacuuming and singing a song she would never know in a million years that my friend loves to sing. write the story from my friends perspective in my moms body and give my friend a frat guy accent
Response: I stood in front of my mom's full-length mirror, shaking a bottle of protein shake I found in the kitchen. The whole situation felt like a dream, but not the kind of dream where I wake up sweaty and confused. More like the kind where I wake up and wish I could dive right back in. The jiggle of her—my—boobs made me burst into laughter. Who knew life could be this hilarious? "Yo, check it out! Who's the hottest redhead in town?" I said to my reflection, tossing a kiss with lips painted a shade of crimson I usually wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. "You are, momma! Yeah, you are." When your best friend introduces you to new tech that's brand-new and mind-blowing like FitSwap, you can't help but want to try it. Lucky for me, Chris was already on the inside. "Hey, Chrissy," I said, practicing a deeper voice. My mom had a nice, smooth tone, but I wanted to see if I could be more... commanding. "Whoa, nearly there. Feels so weird!" The last thing I expected was for Mrs. McMillan—my best friend's mom and my long-time crush—to sign up for it and for me to be the one swapping with her. Actually, that's a lie. I totally wished for it once but never thought it'd come true. Now here I was, living in her body, having the time of my life while she got her workout done in mine. Household duties though? Not as fun. Vacuuming the living room was like some cruel form of punishment. But a deal’s a deal. "'I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody!'" I belted out Whitney Houston in the strangest duet ever, pushing the vacuum cleaner around and moving my hips to the beat. Chris told me the swap would only be a couple of days, but those days felt like a whirlwind of highs and awkward moments. Cooking? Let's just say I need practice, loads of it. Though I had to admit, wearing an apron while trying to make chicken parmesan was a funny sight. "Bet you never did this kinda cookin', huh, Mrs. McMillan?" I joked to myself. Then there was the laundry. The smell of fresh clothes, the warmth of just-out-of-the-dryer outfits, all very alien yet satisfying in a strange way. I hummed under my breath, my mom’s favorite song that I, as her, now loved too. A curious tapping on the doorframe drew my attention. It was Chris, eyes wide with sheer shock and disbelief. "Dude," he said, stepping closer, "why’s my mom singing our jam? She doesn’t even know that song." I froze, the reality sobering me up from this odd fantasy. "Bro, it's me—I mean, it's Jake," I whispered urgently, glancing to make sure no one else was around. "You gotta keep this on the down-low. It's all part of the whole FitSwap thing." Chris's eyes nearly popped out of his head, the familiar spark of confusion and surprise vividly comical. "Dude, this is insane. Does she—does my mom—" "No clue, man," I cut him off, "just roll with it. Couple more days, and I'll be back to Jake mode. Your mom’s bodybuilder dream is almost over." Chris pinched the bridge of his nose before shaking his head. "You are so dead if anyone else finds out. This whole situation is a ticking bomb, Jake." "Aw, c’mon. It ain’t that bad," I tried to lighten the mood, flexing an arm and laughing at how bizarre it looked. "I mean, I can even do this now. Ever seen your mom crush it with a vacuum?" "Alright, alright," Chris surrendered with a wry grin. "But keep it low-key, will ya?" I gave him a thumbs up, then knelt to finish my vacuuming mission, humming 'Wrecking Ball' this time, feeling like a champ in my borrowed skin. Little did Chris know just how much fun I—Jake—was really having. And for now, that secret was mine to keep.
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