"Switched Lives: A Divorce and Boat Trip Adventure"
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“Doug, we need a break, man,” I pronounce when we settle into the plush leather seats of his SUV. Doug’s ocean-blue eyes flicker to me before they resume concentrating on the road.
“A divorce and body switcheroo in the span of a week. Yeah, I could use one,” Doug chuckles; his vibrant, ex-wife’s voice startles me again.
Fast forward three hours and we’re at the coast. His, or rather his ex-wife’s, boat bobs gently on the turquoise water. He’s hidden behind a significant pair of sunglasses, beach hat, and a patriotic bikini that accentuates every curve on that perfect body. Every once in a while, he catches me stealing glances.
"Can you stop ogling at me? I'm Doug, remember?" he teases, breaking the awkward silence.
"Yes, I know. But seeing you in Lisa's body is quite…disconcerting," I reply honestly, my face warming at the confession. I sneak another peek at that behind, those curves seeming to beg for attention in the midday sun.
Doug snorts, disrupting my inappropriate train of thought. "Hey, at least we can say this trip is anything but boring, huh?"
I chuckle weakly. "Yeah, that's one way to put it."
We chat, fish and laugh. All the while, I'm acutely aware of Doug’s female form. Although uncomfortable, the humour of the situation manages to temper the strangeness. We spend the day swapping stories, joking about his changed physique, and pondering the absurdity of life.
Later that evening, we sit on the deck, indulging in a couple of beers. Doug stretches his lean, feminine legs, causing the fabric of the bikini to hug his marvelous figure tighter. I quickly look away, feeling a fresh wave of guilt for ogling my best friend.
Doug bursts into laughter, his soft, melodic chuckles filling the night air. He nudges me, his curvy shoulder bumping into mine. “Hey, we should do this again. I know it's odd with my…current situation, but it's been fun."
I sigh and give a nod of agreement. "Yeah, Doug. Despite everything…this has been one hell of a trip."
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 lots of dialogue where After my friend has gone through divorce I knew he would need a regular guys vacation. But when I found out that his ex wife had Also stolen his body I was in shock. We went out to the coast to have some fun on his boat but he’s annoyed I keep looking at his…or his ex wife’s sexy ass. How can he blame me though his wife has curves for days she's busty and curvy and just perfect and he was wearing a red white and blue bikini to really show it off. After awhile he begam to joke around about his new predicament this guys trip was defiantly the most odd, but also was the most fun too.
Response: “Doug, we need a break, man,” I pronounce when we settle into the plush leather seats of his SUV. Doug’s ocean-blue eyes flicker to me before they resume concentrating on the road. “A divorce and body switcheroo in the span of a week. Yeah, I could use one,” Doug chuckles; his vibrant, ex-wife’s voice startles me again. Fast forward three hours and we’re at the coast. His, or rather his ex-wife’s, boat bobs gently on the turquoise water. He’s hidden behind a significant pair of sunglasses, beach hat, and a patriotic bikini that accentuates every curve on that perfect body. Every once in a while, he catches me stealing glances. "Can you stop ogling at me? I'm Doug, remember?" he teases, breaking the awkward silence. "Yes, I know. But seeing you in Lisa's body is quite…disconcerting," I reply honestly, my face warming at the confession. I sneak another peek at that behind, those curves seeming to beg for attention in the midday sun. Doug snorts, disrupting my inappropriate train of thought. "Hey, at least we can say this trip is anything but boring, huh?" I chuckle weakly. "Yeah, that's one way to put it." We chat, fish and laugh. All the while, I'm acutely aware of Doug’s female form. Although uncomfortable, the humour of the situation manages to temper the strangeness. We spend the day swapping stories, joking about his changed physique, and pondering the absurdity of life. Later that evening, we sit on the deck, indulging in a couple of beers. Doug stretches his lean, feminine legs, causing the fabric of the bikini to hug his marvelous figure tighter. I quickly look away, feeling a fresh wave of guilt for ogling my best friend. Doug bursts into laughter, his soft, melodic chuckles filling the night air. He nudges me, his curvy shoulder bumping into mine. “Hey, we should do this again. I know it's odd with my…current situation, but it's been fun." I sigh and give a nod of agreement. "Yeah, Doug. Despite everything…this has been one hell of a trip."
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