**Swapping the Norms**
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Title: **Swapping the Norms**
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Josh had always been a tinkerer, messing with gadgets and gizmos he found on the internet. But nothing prepared him for the small, nondescript remote that arrived in the mail one sunny Tuesday afternoon. The instruction manual was simple: point, click, and swap. The possibilities were endless, and hilarity was sure to ensue.
Josh's first victim—er, test subject—was his friend Kevin. As Kevin entered his apartment, they talked about the latest game, completely unsuspecting.
“Hey, Kev!” Josh greeted him with a sly grin, remote hidden behind his back.
“Yo, Josh,” Kevin replied, flopping onto the couch, the cushions squeaking under his weight.
"Check this out," Josh said, pointing the remote and clicking it towards the TV where a busty weatherwoman was enthusiastically forecasting a sunny week.
Kevin frowned, "What's so cool abou—"
He didn’t finish his sentence because suddenly, his chest ballooned out, giving him a generous bust that would have made the weatherwoman green with envy. Kevin glanced down, shrugged, and continued talking as if nothing had changed.
Josh's laughter echoed through the room. "Oh boy, this is gold!"
Kevin arched an eyebrow, confused. “What’s so funny, dude?”
"N-nothing. Just... your shirt. It's... uh, stylish!" Josh barely managed to keep a straight face. Kevin, unphased, simply adjusted his new assets and went back to complaining about the latest game update.
Next on Josh's list was a family dinner that evening. As his brother Luke and sister Mandy bickered at the table, Josh saw the perfect opportunity. With a discreet click, Mandy's flowing red locks zipped across the room to Luke's scalp, while his buzzcut migrated to her head without either of them batting an eye.
“Mandy, you really need to stop stealing my hoodie,” Luke grumbled, tossing back his now luscious mane.
Mandy flicked her newly-acquired buzzcut dismissively. “Not my fault it looks better on me,” she muttered.
Josh's parents walked in, midway through their own conversation. With another click, his mother’s high-pitched, caring voice morphed into his dad’s deep baritone. Conversely, his dad now sounded like he’d inhaled helium, speaking in an impossibly high pitch.
"So, how was work today, dear?" his dad squeaked.
“It was delightful, darling,” his mom growled back in a rich, deep tone. They carried on as if everything was perfectly normal, leaving Josh nearly in tears from holding back his laughter.
The pinnacle of Josh’s entertainment came during the evening news. The sexy and curvaceous weatherwoman strutted around the screen, but after a click, her head found itself atop the rotund, bald anchorman's body, and vice versa. Their voices matched their new appearances, seamlessly blending into the broadcast.
Josh continued his shenanigans into the night: swapping his neighbor’s muscular physique with their cat’s lithe body, trading his sister’s fashionable wardrobe with his dad’s bland suits, and even swapping the local gym bro's biceps with a librarian’s spindly arms.
However, karma has a way of catching up. While attempting to switch a jogger’s legs with a tree nearby, Josh fumbled. The remote slipped from his grasp, tumbling onto the concrete below.
The town plunged into chaos. Legs, torsos, and heads swapped indiscriminately. The streets were filled with the sight of mismatched body parts, outraged giraffes squawking in human voices, and humans lamenting in dog barks.
“THIS IS INSANE!” Kevin’s voice boomed out of a squirrel's body, his lush chest nearly toppling the poor animal over.
Josh, both horrified and amused, looked around at the carnage. “What have I done?” he muttered, realizing that reversing this would be a massive headache.
As the town's mismatched residents tried to adapt to their new forms, an assembly gathered in the park. Somebody waved the remote at Josh, vainly hoping for some semblance of order.
Fixing this catastrophe was going to take a lot of swapping—and a little less laughing.
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 dialogue about a guy who gets a trait swap remote. It can swap parts of peoples bodies without them realizing it. He tries it out and swaps the chest of a busty women onto one of his male best friends. He swaps his sisters long red hair with his brothers short buzzcut. He swaps his moms caring high pitches voice with his dad deep baritone. He even swaps the heads of the curvy weatherwoman on tv with the fat bald anchorman. Write a story with a bunch of other sexy swaps like swapping women's breasts with guys and women's large asses with men as well. The remote leaves everyone unaware of their changed and acts like its normal. At the end of the story the guy drops the remote and it causes mass trait swaps around the town.
Response: Title: **Swapping the Norms** --- Josh had always been a tinkerer, messing with gadgets and gizmos he found on the internet. But nothing prepared him for the small, nondescript remote that arrived in the mail one sunny Tuesday afternoon. The instruction manual was simple: point, click, and swap. The possibilities were endless, and hilarity was sure to ensue. Josh's first victim—er, test subject—was his friend Kevin. As Kevin entered his apartment, they talked about the latest game, completely unsuspecting. “Hey, Kev!” Josh greeted him with a sly grin, remote hidden behind his back. “Yo, Josh,” Kevin replied, flopping onto the couch, the cushions squeaking under his weight. "Check this out," Josh said, pointing the remote and clicking it towards the TV where a busty weatherwoman was enthusiastically forecasting a sunny week. Kevin frowned, "What's so cool abou—" He didn’t finish his sentence because suddenly, his chest ballooned out, giving him a generous bust that would have made the weatherwoman green with envy. Kevin glanced down, shrugged, and continued talking as if nothing had changed. Josh's laughter echoed through the room. "Oh boy, this is gold!" Kevin arched an eyebrow, confused. “What’s so funny, dude?” "N-nothing. Just... your shirt. It's... uh, stylish!" Josh barely managed to keep a straight face. Kevin, unphased, simply adjusted his new assets and went back to complaining about the latest game update. Next on Josh's list was a family dinner that evening. As his brother Luke and sister Mandy bickered at the table, Josh saw the perfect opportunity. With a discreet click, Mandy's flowing red locks zipped across the room to Luke's scalp, while his buzzcut migrated to her head without either of them batting an eye. “Mandy, you really need to stop stealing my hoodie,” Luke grumbled, tossing back his now luscious mane. Mandy flicked her newly-acquired buzzcut dismissively. “Not my fault it looks better on me,” she muttered. Josh's parents walked in, midway through their own conversation. With another click, his mother’s high-pitched, caring voice morphed into his dad’s deep baritone. Conversely, his dad now sounded like he’d inhaled helium, speaking in an impossibly high pitch. "So, how was work today, dear?" his dad squeaked. “It was delightful, darling,” his mom growled back in a rich, deep tone. They carried on as if everything was perfectly normal, leaving Josh nearly in tears from holding back his laughter. The pinnacle of Josh’s entertainment came during the evening news. The sexy and curvaceous weatherwoman strutted around the screen, but after a click, her head found itself atop the rotund, bald anchorman's body, and vice versa. Their voices matched their new appearances, seamlessly blending into the broadcast. Josh continued his shenanigans into the night: swapping his neighbor’s muscular physique with their cat’s lithe body, trading his sister’s fashionable wardrobe with his dad’s bland suits, and even swapping the local gym bro's biceps with a librarian’s spindly arms. However, karma has a way of catching up. While attempting to switch a jogger’s legs with a tree nearby, Josh fumbled. The remote slipped from his grasp, tumbling onto the concrete below. The town plunged into chaos. Legs, torsos, and heads swapped indiscriminately. The streets were filled with the sight of mismatched body parts, outraged giraffes squawking in human voices, and humans lamenting in dog barks. “THIS IS INSANE!” Kevin’s voice boomed out of a squirrel's body, his lush chest nearly toppling the poor animal over. Josh, both horrified and amused, looked around at the carnage. “What have I done?” he muttered, realizing that reversing this would be a massive headache. As the town's mismatched residents tried to adapt to their new forms, an assembly gathered in the park. Somebody waved the remote at Josh, vainly hoping for some semblance of order. Fixing this catastrophe was going to take a lot of swapping—and a little less laughing.
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