"Southern Belle Shenanigans: A Bra Fiasco"
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"I do declare," he began, a pout twisting his perfectly pink lips. His body leaned against the corner of my office desk, hips subtly swaying as he impersonated the likes of southern belles and the women from "Gone with the Wind". "This contraption y'all call a bra is pinchin' me somethin' fierce."
Chuckling, I nodded, trying my best to keep my eyes on his own. "That's probably just the underwire, Buddy," I said lightly, "You get used to it."
"The under-what now, sugah?" He countered, hands on his very curvaceous hips. There was a faint warning in his azure eyes. "Surely, you ain't tellin' that this nightmare is a permanent deal?"
With a sigh, I nodded again. "Pretty much... Unless you plan on shifting back to your old body?"
"Ain’t got the time for another great shift, now, do I?” His lips curled into a smile which looked a touch mischievous on his now flawless face. "Besides, it’s not all bad. I’ve been earning more attention now then I did during my entire pathetic bachelor life.”
“You do seem to be enjoying Dave’s attention,” I said, chuckling at his exaggerated shudder.
“Now hold on just a darn minute,” he growled half-heartedly. “That man is as subtle as a fireworks show and, let’s not forget, creepy as a rattlesnake in a rockin’ chair.”
I laughed at the imagery, a sigh escaping from me as I looked at him. Even if his sexy new body was a lot to wrap my head around, it was nice to see that he still had his wit and charm. The initial shock and strangeness were starting to fade. "So…" I ventured carefully, "How about grabbing dinner with me tonight? We can talk about the weekend's football match.”
His eyes widened in a comically exaggerated manner, and he rested a hand delicately against his chest. “Why, darlin'. Ah didn't know you cared,” he drawled, the corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing smile. He then winked, trying his best to suppress his laughter.
Full aware that he was going along with my joke, I grinned and decided to play along. I extended my arm with a theatrical flourish. “Well, madam, I am a gentleman. Shall we?”
Finding no way to hide his laughter, he flung his free arm around my shoulder. “Well, why not, sugar! But ah get to pick the place. And remember, it ain’t easy walkin' in these high-heels. Lord, how do y’all females do it?”
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 where After the great shift which was an event that swapped 75 percent of the countries bodies my buddy had lost his job. He was an auto mechanic and his boss didn’t think he could do it anymore since he was now in the body of a southern Hooters waitress with a huge rack and a curvy blonde body he also kept her accent. I let him stay with me and I also got him a job as my secretary for the time being. There’s no doubt he’s now the hottest in the office. The best part is he is still his old goofy wisecracking self but just in a far sexier body He also still has knowledge about sports which is great to talk about at work with him. Today he was complaining about his bra pinching and the fact that Dave one of my coworkers wouldn't stop checking him out. I'm thinking about asking him out on a date tonight, I hope he says yes. Write my friends Dialogue with a southern Drawl.
Response: "I do declare," he began, a pout twisting his perfectly pink lips. His body leaned against the corner of my office desk, hips subtly swaying as he impersonated the likes of southern belles and the women from "Gone with the Wind". "This contraption y'all call a bra is pinchin' me somethin' fierce." Chuckling, I nodded, trying my best to keep my eyes on his own. "That's probably just the underwire, Buddy," I said lightly, "You get used to it." "The under-what now, sugah?" He countered, hands on his very curvaceous hips. There was a faint warning in his azure eyes. "Surely, you ain't tellin' that this nightmare is a permanent deal?" With a sigh, I nodded again. "Pretty much... Unless you plan on shifting back to your old body?" "Ain’t got the time for another great shift, now, do I?” His lips curled into a smile which looked a touch mischievous on his now flawless face. "Besides, it’s not all bad. I’ve been earning more attention now then I did during my entire pathetic bachelor life.” “You do seem to be enjoying Dave’s attention,” I said, chuckling at his exaggerated shudder. “Now hold on just a darn minute,” he growled half-heartedly. “That man is as subtle as a fireworks show and, let’s not forget, creepy as a rattlesnake in a rockin’ chair.” I laughed at the imagery, a sigh escaping from me as I looked at him. Even if his sexy new body was a lot to wrap my head around, it was nice to see that he still had his wit and charm. The initial shock and strangeness were starting to fade. "So…" I ventured carefully, "How about grabbing dinner with me tonight? We can talk about the weekend's football match.” His eyes widened in a comically exaggerated manner, and he rested a hand delicately against his chest. “Why, darlin'. Ah didn't know you cared,” he drawled, the corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing smile. He then winked, trying his best to suppress his laughter. Full aware that he was going along with my joke, I grinned and decided to play along. I extended my arm with a theatrical flourish. “Well, madam, I am a gentleman. Shall we?” Finding no way to hide his laughter, he flung his free arm around my shoulder. “Well, why not, sugar! But ah get to pick the place. And remember, it ain’t easy walkin' in these high-heels. Lord, how do y’all females do it?”
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