### The Dad-Kimberly Dilemma
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### The Swap Class Catastrophe
The bell rang, signaling the end of another nerve-wracking swap session. I pushed through the swarm of students like a salmon swimming upstream, eager to meet my dad— who was currently occupying the body of the hottest girl in school, Kimberly. My heart thudded as I approached the classroom, and I could already feel the wave of secondhand embarrassment about to crash over me.
There he was—or rather, there she was, leaning against the doorframe in Kimberly's body, her curves accentuated in tight jeans and a snug gray top. "Hey, Champ," my dad said in Kimberly's sugary voice, giving me a once-over with eyes that were definitely not Kimberly's usual icy blue.
"Dad!" I whispered harshly, hoping no one would overhear. "Shouldn't you be, like, staying low-key?"
"Low key? In this body?" Dad laughed, and the sound was so un-Kimberly like it made me cringe. "Might as well have some fun with it."
"Why did I take this class again?" I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. "It's awkward enough without my dad acting like Kimberly."
Dad-Kimberly slung a denim-clad hip. "Speaking of fun, I suggested we have dinner together tonight. You know, like a father-son bonding session. Only, this time, I'm gonna be your dinner date."
Oh no. I could already see where this was going. "D-Dad, you can't be serious."
"Dead serious, Champ," Dad-Kimberly replied while adjusting a non-existent bra strap with a wink. "I even practiced applying Kimberly's makeup. And these jeans? They're my size now. Pretty cool, huh?"
I groaned inwardly. "Dad, you're killing me."
"Oh come on, Ethan," Dad-Kimberly pouted, stepping a little too close for comfort. "It’ll be fun! Think of it as practice for when you date the real Kimberly."
"Did you have to dress up in her clothes?" I whined, looking around to make sure no one could overhear our insane conversation. The hall was mercifully empty, everyone had already scattered.
"If I'm gonna do this, I'm doing it right," Dad-Kimberly said with a confident nod. "Besides, this is what the kids wear these days, right?"
"Oh, God..."
"And don't forget," Dad added, almost gleefully, "I know about your crush on her."
My face ignited like an embarrassing firework. "Why? Why would you do that?"
"Becaaause," Dad-Kimberly stretched the word into multiple syllables. "You're my son, and I want what's best for you."
"If you want what's best for me, you'll stop being... this."
Dad-Kimberly straightened up and gave me a weird, earnest look. "Ethan, your mom and I have always wanted you to feel comfortable speaking to girls. Consider this a hands-on lesson."
"You're not a girl!" I shot back, exasperated.
The manic look in Dad-Kimberly's eyes nearly made me consider therapy. "Details, details! So, what time should I pick you up tonight? Seven?"
"Seven? In our kitchen?" I asked, bewildered.
"Why not? We can make it fancy—fancy tablecloth, some candles. What do you say?"
"Look, can we just settle for takeout pizza and a game instead?" I pleaded.
"Oh, will it be romantic pizza?" Dad-Kimberly asked with exaggerated innocence, batting Kimberly’s long lashes at me.
"Romantic—? Oh, just... fine. Pizza it is. But please, for the love of all that is holy, try not to be so... Kimberly-ish."
"You got it, Champ," Dad-Kimberly saluted, causing noticeable jiggles in the most inappropriate of places.
I sighed and started to walk away, but Dad-Kimberly called out, "Hey Ethan, one more thing."
"What now?"
"Which do you think is better, smoky eyes or natural look?"
I slapped my hand to my forehead. "Just please... pick one and stick with it."
"Smoky eyes it is!" Dad-Kimberly winked one last time before sashaying down the hallway.
I trudged home, half wishing I had the ability to swap bodies just long enough to swap out of this entire semester. Heaven help me—all of this, could only get worse from here.
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 Things can get very awkward when your dad is a swap class teacher. He’s been teaching the class for a couple years now. Usually there’s an even number of students but this year it was odd. He had to swap with one of the hottest girls in school this semester. So now he swapped bodies with Kimberly a hot brunette and the hottest and bustiest girl in school. All semester she's going to be at my house acting like my dad. God this is awkward and even worse my dad somehow found out my crush on her so now he is going to try and have a fake date with me and try his best to act like her he even did her makeup and put on a nice outfit that consisted of some tight jeans that hugged her curvaceous backside, and a gray top that showed off a bit of belly and was tight around his busty form, I even saw the outline of his bra. He has told her about my crush too. How could this get any worse.
Response: ### The Swap Class Catastrophe The bell rang, signaling the end of another nerve-wracking swap session. I pushed through the swarm of students like a salmon swimming upstream, eager to meet my dad— who was currently occupying the body of the hottest girl in school, Kimberly. My heart thudded as I approached the classroom, and I could already feel the wave of secondhand embarrassment about to crash over me. There he was—or rather, there she was, leaning against the doorframe in Kimberly's body, her curves accentuated in tight jeans and a snug gray top. "Hey, Champ," my dad said in Kimberly's sugary voice, giving me a once-over with eyes that were definitely not Kimberly's usual icy blue. "Dad!" I whispered harshly, hoping no one would overhear. "Shouldn't you be, like, staying low-key?" "Low key? In this body?" Dad laughed, and the sound was so un-Kimberly like it made me cringe. "Might as well have some fun with it." "Why did I take this class again?" I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. "It's awkward enough without my dad acting like Kimberly." Dad-Kimberly slung a denim-clad hip. "Speaking of fun, I suggested we have dinner together tonight. You know, like a father-son bonding session. Only, this time, I'm gonna be your dinner date." Oh no. I could already see where this was going. "D-Dad, you can't be serious." "Dead serious, Champ," Dad-Kimberly replied while adjusting a non-existent bra strap with a wink. "I even practiced applying Kimberly's makeup. And these jeans? They're my size now. Pretty cool, huh?" I groaned inwardly. "Dad, you're killing me." "Oh come on, Ethan," Dad-Kimberly pouted, stepping a little too close for comfort. "It’ll be fun! Think of it as practice for when you date the real Kimberly." "Did you have to dress up in her clothes?" I whined, looking around to make sure no one could overhear our insane conversation. The hall was mercifully empty, everyone had already scattered. "If I'm gonna do this, I'm doing it right," Dad-Kimberly said with a confident nod. "Besides, this is what the kids wear these days, right?" "Oh, God..." "And don't forget," Dad added, almost gleefully, "I know about your crush on her." My face ignited like an embarrassing firework. "Why? Why would you do that?" "Becaaause," Dad-Kimberly stretched the word into multiple syllables. "You're my son, and I want what's best for you." "If you want what's best for me, you'll stop being... this." Dad-Kimberly straightened up and gave me a weird, earnest look. "Ethan, your mom and I have always wanted you to feel comfortable speaking to girls. Consider this a hands-on lesson." "You're not a girl!" I shot back, exasperated. The manic look in Dad-Kimberly's eyes nearly made me consider therapy. "Details, details! So, what time should I pick you up tonight? Seven?" "Seven? In our kitchen?" I asked, bewildered. "Why not? We can make it fancy—fancy tablecloth, some candles. What do you say?" "Look, can we just settle for takeout pizza and a game instead?" I pleaded. "Oh, will it be romantic pizza?" Dad-Kimberly asked with exaggerated innocence, batting Kimberly’s long lashes at me. "Romantic—? Oh, just... fine. Pizza it is. But please, for the love of all that is holy, try not to be so... Kimberly-ish." "You got it, Champ," Dad-Kimberly saluted, causing noticeable jiggles in the most inappropriate of places. I sighed and started to walk away, but Dad-Kimberly called out, "Hey Ethan, one more thing." "What now?" "Which do you think is better, smoky eyes or natural look?" I slapped my hand to my forehead. "Just please... pick one and stick with it." "Smoky eyes it is!" Dad-Kimberly winked one last time before sashaying down the hallway. I trudged home, half wishing I had the ability to swap bodies just long enough to swap out of this entire semester. Heaven help me—all of this, could only get worse from here.
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