"Bro, you will not believe what just happened," I said, pacing back and forth, clutching my phone. The government hotline had just dropped the most bizarre news I'd ever received.
Mike, on the other end, sounded half-asleep. "Dude, it's 8 AM. What's goin' on?"
"Buckle up, mate. You know that super secret Swapped at Birth program the government had ages ago?"
Mike yawned. "Yeah, bro. It's that thing everyone talks about like a conspiracy theory. Why?"
I took a deep breath. "Well, it wasn't a conspiracy, turns out. And you're involved."
A long pause followed. "Bro, you're trippin'. How am I involved in some old-ass government swap program?"
"Hang on," I continued feverishly, "You remember my wife, right? Turns out, she and you were born at the same hospital. You were part of the program."
"Wait, what?!" Mike shouted, suddenly wide awake. "You're sayin' me and Karen were swapped at birth?"
"No swap," I explained. "Body swap, dude. You were Karen, and she was you."
"Dude, that's gnarly!" Mike chortled. He paused. "Okay, this is crazy. How do you know?"
"They called, Mike. They called and told me right to my face."
Mike started laughing hysterically. "So you're sayin' Karen is actually me? I'm actually Karen?"
"Exactly!" I said. "That explains why she—well, you—started calling me 'dude' and 'bro' all of a sudden."
Another laugh erupted from him. "Man, this is messed up. Alright, I gotta look in the mirror."
An hour later, I walked into the house and was greeted by a sight I never thought I'd ever see. There was my wife—no, Mike—standing in front of the mirror in a rather racy piece of lingerie, bouncing and making faces.
"Whoa, check this out, bro!" said Mike in Karen's body, admiring his—err, her—his—reflection. "This is wicked. These curves are unreal, dude!"
My eyes widened. "Mike—Karen, oh hell, this is confusing—could you at least try something a little less... provocative?"
Mike tossed his luscious locks back and grinned. "Listen, buddy, when you've got it, you flaunt it, y'know what I mean? Besides, this is killer."
He then proceeded to strike poses and blow kisses at the mirror. I couldn't help but laugh. "Dude, this is so bizarre."
"I know, man, but it's kinda cool," Mike replied. "Hey, we can watch the game and comment on the players' booties, bro. Double win."
I flopped onto the couch. "Well, at least I'll have a sports fan around."
"True that!" he said, hopping onto the couch next to me and making the entire seat bounce. "And these, bro. These boobs—boing, boing—they are somethin' else."
"Glad you're having fun," I said.
"Listen, pal." Mike leaned in, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "You realize I can totally mess with dudes now, right? Like, play with their heads and stuff."
I shrugged. "If that's what floats your boat, go for it. Just remember, you gotta act like Karen sometimes. Maybe pick up some cooking or something?"
Mike scoffed. "Cooking? Whatevs, bro. We'll order pizza."
"Alright," I sighed. "Guess this is our new normal."
He chuckled. "You know, man, we gotta figure this out eventually. One day at a time, but for now—embrace the weirdness, right?"
"Cheers to that." I raised an imaginary glass.
And so began the utterly absurd adventure of my life with a buddy-turned-wife who couldn't act wifely to save his life. Who knows? Maybe I would like this new Karen better. One thing's for sure—it would never get boring.
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.
Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where The swapped a birth program was a secret program that the government made that swapped two people’s bodies right after they were born. I never thought I would have to deal with it, but there when today I got the shocking news. My busty wife and my best friend had been born at the same hospital and had been placed in the program. My buddy is now in my wife’s body enjoying his new curves as he puts on lingerie in the mirror and flirts with himself in the mirror. My buddy doesn’t really know how to act wifely, yet he keeps calling me dude and bro. It is great to have a wife who loves sports, I also love having a wife who loves to bounce her boobs all over the house. I guess maybe at some point I’ll get used to it, who knows maybe I'll even like my new wife more. Give my friend a bro accent in his dialogue.
Response: "Bro, you will not believe what just happened," I said, pacing back and forth, clutching my phone. The government hotline had just dropped the most bizarre news I'd ever received. Mike, on the other end, sounded half-asleep. "Dude, it's 8 AM. What's goin' on?" "Buckle up, mate. You know that super secret Swapped at Birth program the government had ages ago?" Mike yawned. "Yeah, bro. It's that thing everyone talks about like a conspiracy theory. Why?" I took a deep breath. "Well, it wasn't a conspiracy, turns out. And you're involved." A long pause followed. "Bro, you're trippin'. How am I involved in some old-ass government swap program?" "Hang on," I continued feverishly, "You remember my wife, right? Turns out, she and you were born at the same hospital. You were part of the program." "Wait, what?!" Mike shouted, suddenly wide awake. "You're sayin' me and Karen were swapped at birth?" "No swap," I explained. "Body swap, dude. You were Karen, and she was you." "Dude, that's gnarly!" Mike chortled. He paused. "Okay, this is crazy. How do you know?" "They called, Mike. They called and told me right to my face." Mike started laughing hysterically. "So you're sayin' Karen is actually me? I'm actually Karen?" "Exactly!" I said. "That explains why she—well, you—started calling me 'dude' and 'bro' all of a sudden." Another laugh erupted from him. "Man, this is messed up. Alright, I gotta look in the mirror." An hour later, I walked into the house and was greeted by a sight I never thought I'd ever see. There was my wife—no, Mike—standing in front of the mirror in a rather racy piece of lingerie, bouncing and making faces. "Whoa, check this out, bro!" said Mike in Karen's body, admiring his—err, her—his—reflection. "This is wicked. These curves are unreal, dude!" My eyes widened. "Mike—Karen, oh hell, this is confusing—could you at least try something a little less... provocative?" Mike tossed his luscious locks back and grinned. "Listen, buddy, when you've got it, you flaunt it, y'know what I mean? Besides, this is killer." He then proceeded to strike poses and blow kisses at the mirror. I couldn't help but laugh. "Dude, this is so bizarre." "I know, man, but it's kinda cool," Mike replied. "Hey, we can watch the game and comment on the players' booties, bro. Double win." I flopped onto the couch. "Well, at least I'll have a sports fan around." "True that!" he said, hopping onto the couch next to me and making the entire seat bounce. "And these, bro. These boobs—boing, boing—they are somethin' else." "Glad you're having fun," I said. "Listen, pal." Mike leaned in, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "You realize I can totally mess with dudes now, right? Like, play with their heads and stuff." I shrugged. "If that's what floats your boat, go for it. Just remember, you gotta act like Karen sometimes. Maybe pick up some cooking or something?" Mike scoffed. "Cooking? Whatevs, bro. We'll order pizza." "Alright," I sighed. "Guess this is our new normal." He chuckled. "You know, man, we gotta figure this out eventually. One day at a time, but for now—embrace the weirdness, right?" "Cheers to that." I raised an imaginary glass. And so began the utterly absurd adventure of my life with a buddy-turned-wife who couldn't act wifely to save his life. Who knows? Maybe I would like this new Karen better. One thing's for sure—it would never get boring.
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