The beeping and buzzing of the malfunctioning machine finally ceased, and I let out a deep breath. Whatever happened, it was over. I turned and faced my family, the adrenaline fading away and being replaced by something between bewilderment and hilarity.
"Okay, is everyone alright?" I asked, holding a handful of freshly-written name tags.
My dadânow an exact busty redheaded replica of my girlfriendâwas the first to respond. "Alright? Kid, I haven't had this much hair since '82! Look at it!" He ran his fingers through the now luscious, red waves. "I feel like Fabio!"
"Fabio didn't have double D cups, Dad," I snorted, unable to hide my grin.
My brother, the younger one, was enthusiastically flicking his head back and forth, headbanging to an imaginary beat. "Yeah! I've always wanted long hair! This is awesome."
"Caleb, stop! You're going to snap your neck," my momâanother spitting image of my girlfriendâinterrupted, clearly amused. She was examining her new look with a strange sort of satisfaction. "I've never felt so young. We might need to calibrate this thing better, though, honey."
"Yeah. About that calibration..." I trailed off, watching in mixed horror and fascination as my older brother tied his new long hair into a ponytail. He huffed in annoyance.
"Long hair is such a pain. How do you girls deal with this?" he grumbled.
My dad laughed heartily. "Oh, you think thatâs bad, son? Check out these nails!" He waved his hands, showing off the new, meticulously black-painted nails. "I might have a future as a hand model!"
My older brother, now still adjusting his ponytail, paused to look at his own nails. "I gotta admit, they look pretty cool. Could do without the boobs though." He cupped them experimentally. "This is going to take some getting used to."
"Maybe name tags will help," I said, trying to hold the giggles as I handed them out. "And let's, uh, coordinate whoâs who for everyoneâs sanity."
As they pinned their tags on, my mom, now looking weirdly like my girlfriend complete with the same green low-cut dress, caught her reflection in the mirror. She turned to me, voice filled with intrigue and amusement. "Honey, do you think the neighbors would recognize us like this?"
"Mom, please, let's contain this weirdness to our house," I chuckled. "No point in traumatizing Mr. and Mrs. Thompson."
"Speaking of trauma," Caleb teased, striking a pose, "should we take a selfie? You know, to commemorate this insane day?"
"That's actually a funny idea," my mom said with a wink. "We need to document our new...um, look." She adjusted her dress, making sure the name tag was in place. "Say âcheese,â everyone!"
My older brother, smirking, threw up a peace sign. "Cheese!" he echoed.
"Quack," my dad interjected, making a...duck face. Because of course he would.
Caleb put on his best rock star face, flinging his hair dramatically once more, and I, the only one not changed, quickly tapped the camera button on my phone before this crazy moment was gone.
"Oh my god," I said, looking at the snapshot. "We look...ridiculously busty, to say the least. And quite the crazy family photo."
"We're definitely the sexiest family in town now," my dad joked, still admiring his reflection.
"Somehow, I donât think everyone else will agree," I laughed. "But for the record, I do."
"Admit it, you're secretly enjoying this too, arenât you?" my girlfriendâs voice echoed through my family yet with all their different personalities still shining through.
I smirked, shaking my head. "Maybe a little. But we definitely need to fix this."
"And when we do," my mom said with a sly smile, "I want another go. But preferably without turning into your girlfriend next time."
"Deal," I chuckled. "But no more volunteers! I need to recalibrate it first."
The laughter that filled the room was infectious. Despite how strange everything had become, it also brought us closer in a way no one could've predicted. Though, I'll admitârecalibration couldn't come soon enough.
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Prompt: write a story with lots of dialogue about how After my clone invention had a mishap. My house has been a bit weirder. My girlfriend said she was willing to test the machine for me which was awesome. Unfortunately, It malfunctioned and cloned my family. Now my family all look like my busty redheaded girlfriend. Iâm going to need name tags to tell who is who. Or maybe not the one fondling her boobs is probably my brother. But what about my other brother mom and dad I grab some nametags and hand them to my family so they can put them on. When the men of my family write their names down, they couldn't help but laugh seeing their newly black painted and long nails each of them quipping about the nails they now sported. They also couldn't believe the amount of hair they had, my dad flung his hair about he was balding, so this new hair was quite the surprise, he said he felt like Fabio I of course told him Fabio didn't have double D cups on his chest. My other brother was annoyed with his hair, so he threw it into a ponytail, my other brother began to headbang with his flowing locks It was awkward for all the guys in my family to have boobs and curves that they definitely didn't have before. Everyone's personalities were a giveaway too my dad was still wisecracking and snarky. My brother was the same energetic guy he always was. My other brother was much like my dad and decided to bust a few jokes about the situation and my mom was pretty pleased to be younger again. My mom suggested we all take a family photo together which was a funny idea. Everyone except me now looking like my curvy and busty girlfriend all in the same green low cut dress she had been wearing when the change took place one was doing a duck face one was throwing up a peace sign one was winking at the camera the other was cupping their boobs in the photo. This invention has caused quite the change to my family, Though I will admit were the sexiest and most busty family in town. Write lots of dialogue.
Response: The beeping and buzzing of the malfunctioning machine finally ceased, and I let out a deep breath. Whatever happened, it was over. I turned and faced my family, the adrenaline fading away and being replaced by something between bewilderment and hilarity. "Okay, is everyone alright?" I asked, holding a handful of freshly-written name tags. My dadânow an exact busty redheaded replica of my girlfriendâwas the first to respond. "Alright? Kid, I haven't had this much hair since '82! Look at it!" He ran his fingers through the now luscious, red waves. "I feel like Fabio!" "Fabio didn't have double D cups, Dad," I snorted, unable to hide my grin. My brother, the younger one, was enthusiastically flicking his head back and forth, headbanging to an imaginary beat. "Yeah! I've always wanted long hair! This is awesome." "Caleb, stop! You're going to snap your neck," my momâanother spitting image of my girlfriendâinterrupted, clearly amused. She was examining her new look with a strange sort of satisfaction. "I've never felt so young. We might need to calibrate this thing better, though, honey." "Yeah. About that calibration..." I trailed off, watching in mixed horror and fascination as my older brother tied his new long hair into a ponytail. He huffed in annoyance. "Long hair is such a pain. How do you girls deal with this?" he grumbled. My dad laughed heartily. "Oh, you think thatâs bad, son? Check out these nails!" He waved his hands, showing off the new, meticulously black-painted nails. "I might have a future as a hand model!" My older brother, now still adjusting his ponytail, paused to look at his own nails. "I gotta admit, they look pretty cool. Could do without the boobs though." He cupped them experimentally. "This is going to take some getting used to." "Maybe name tags will help," I said, trying to hold the giggles as I handed them out. "And let's, uh, coordinate whoâs who for everyoneâs sanity." As they pinned their tags on, my mom, now looking weirdly like my girlfriend complete with the same green low-cut dress, caught her reflection in the mirror. She turned to me, voice filled with intrigue and amusement. "Honey, do you think the neighbors would recognize us like this?" "Mom, please, let's contain this weirdness to our house," I chuckled. "No point in traumatizing Mr. and Mrs. Thompson." "Speaking of trauma," Caleb teased, striking a pose, "should we take a selfie? You know, to commemorate this insane day?" "That's actually a funny idea," my mom said with a wink. "We need to document our new...um, look." She adjusted her dress, making sure the name tag was in place. "Say âcheese,â everyone!" My older brother, smirking, threw up a peace sign. "Cheese!" he echoed. "Quack," my dad interjected, making a...duck face. Because of course he would. Caleb put on his best rock star face, flinging his hair dramatically once more, and I, the only one not changed, quickly tapped the camera button on my phone before this crazy moment was gone. "Oh my god," I said, looking at the snapshot. "We look...ridiculously busty, to say the least. And quite the crazy family photo." "We're definitely the sexiest family in town now," my dad joked, still admiring his reflection. "Somehow, I donât think everyone else will agree," I laughed. "But for the record, I do." "Admit it, you're secretly enjoying this too, arenât you?" my girlfriendâs voice echoed through my family yet with all their different personalities still shining through. I smirked, shaking my head. "Maybe a little. But we definitely need to fix this." "And when we do," my mom said with a sly smile, "I want another go. But preferably without turning into your girlfriend next time." "Deal," I chuckled. "But no more volunteers! I need to recalibrate it first." The laughter that filled the room was infectious. Despite how strange everything had become, it also brought us closer in a way no one could've predicted. Though, I'll admitârecalibration couldn't come soon enough.
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