"The FitSwap Chronicles: Jiggles, Vacuum Showdowns, and Mock Photo Shoots"
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**Day 1**
Dear Journal,
Wow. So, here I am, in Mrs. Thompson's body. I canât believe it actually worked! FitSwap really DID it! I sort of feel like a superhero in disguise. And to be honest, I havenât come down from the shock factor yet.
First things first, you have to understand just how different this is for me. Gone are the days of flat-chested mediocrityâhello, voluptuous redhead. The first thing I did was uh⊠a thorough inspection, if you know what I mean. I chuckled every time I moved because, let me tell you, the physics of having boobs is a real game-changer.
Harry (thatâs me, in case youâve forgotten) was just doing the usual wiggle-snap-pop completely forgetting for a second that I was now Mr. Thompsonâs wife. I caught myself blowing kisses at the mirror and doing mock photo shoots Ă la Americaâs Next Top Model, which was all fun and games until I had to start the house duties. Mrs. T has a lot on her plate, apparently.
**Day 2**
Dear Journal,
Vacuuming. Vacuuming is the Devilâs Playground. Is this thing designed to take over your soul while youâre at it? How does Mrs. Thompson do this all the time? Not only did I have to figure out how to maneuver the thing, but I also found myself enacting a dramatic Broadway scene to âEye of the Tigerâ at some point. Good thing I donât have her kids around to traumatize.
Speaking of traumatizing... FITNESSSSS! Jesus, I forgot she has a spin class on Wednesdays. I wasnât even on the bike yet and her legs started screaming.
In other news, her voice! I've been experimenting with how deep her voice can go, considering I've always had this baritone going on. It sounds like the oddest pubescent hybrid imaginable. âGreetings, Earthling!ââyeah, itâs scary.
**Day 3**
Dear Journal,
So today, I woke up and did that thing where you stretch and then remember you have a body you never had before. Yes, I jiggledânot by choice! When getting dressed, which turned into an anatomy exploration escapade, it hit meâlaundry day. Mrs. Thompson apparently wears things that resemble Victoria's Secret runway rejects when no oneâs at home. Odd but endearing.
Hereâs the kicker: Cody (her son and my best bud) came downstairs, and I knew he noticed something when I messed up the breakfast routine. Heâs always been suspicious of everything. He probably thought Iâd been abducted by aliens, especially since I found myself humming some old Whitesnake tunesâpretty sure Mrs. T wouldnât know those lyrics if she tripped over them.
**Day 4**
Dear Journal,
Mrs. Thompson has amazing handwriting. I had to practice my excuses, I mean, writing, today while sorting her mail. Speaking of, apparently, âcute fireman calendar deliveryâ day is a thing. Who knew? By the way, wearing heels is like signing a contract with pain incarnate. Donât sign that contract, Journal.
I even made a weak attempt at cooking dinner. Pro tip: If you donât know what turmeric is, donât use it. Ever. Cody looked at me (as Mrs. T) as if I were about to serve him a potion. I can barely boil water as Harryâwhy on Earth did I think I could reinvent the culinary wheel here?
**Day 5**
Dear Journal,
FitSwap apparently does âcheck-insâ to make sure you haven't combusted. The nerve! But I *have* to admit, I am kind of enjoying myself. I finished the laundry whilst strutting around the house thinking I was BeyoncĂ©, so there's that.
And of course, thereâs Mr. Thompson. Heâs sort of been MIA. Out on business a lot, I guess. Cody tried to interrogate me about my odd behavior over a game of Trivial Pursuit last night. Letâs just say, the phrase "don't poke the bear" really came into play.
I wonder how long this will last, but hey, at least Iâm making the most of it. If Mr. Thompsonâs not around to appreciate his wifeâs reinvention, then darn it, I will.
Life is a strange, jiggly, exhausting thing, Journal. Hereâs to tomorrowâitâll either be legs day or a vacuum showdown again. Wish me luck!
Yours temporarily as Mrs. Thompson,
Harry⊠or âHarriettâ with a *wink*
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIâs 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.
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Prompt: Write a story with dialogue My best friend worked for this new company called FitSwap it was a company that could swap your body with a personal trainer to workout your body for you. What I didnât know was my mom had signed up and requested my friend to swap with her. Now my friend was in her busty redheaded body having the time of his life. My friend had always had a crush on my mom and now he had full access to her body. He is having a lot of fun though. He laughs as he shakes his protein shake loving how it makes his boobs jiggle. He likes to look in the mirror and blow kisses and flirt with himself. He even tried to see how deep my moms voice could go He also has to take over some of her house duties to though which he dreads, like vacuuming and cooking and doing the laundry. I didn't even know he was in there for a couple of days until I heard mom vacuuming and singing a song she would never know in a million years that my friend loves to sing. write the story from my friends perspective in my moms body. Write the story in a journal format
Response: **Day 1** Dear Journal, Wow. So, here I am, in Mrs. Thompson's body. I canât believe it actually worked! FitSwap really DID it! I sort of feel like a superhero in disguise. And to be honest, I havenât come down from the shock factor yet. First things first, you have to understand just how different this is for me. Gone are the days of flat-chested mediocrityâhello, voluptuous redhead. The first thing I did was uh⊠a thorough inspection, if you know what I mean. I chuckled every time I moved because, let me tell you, the physics of having boobs is a real game-changer. Harry (thatâs me, in case youâve forgotten) was just doing the usual wiggle-snap-pop completely forgetting for a second that I was now Mr. Thompsonâs wife. I caught myself blowing kisses at the mirror and doing mock photo shoots Ă la Americaâs Next Top Model, which was all fun and games until I had to start the house duties. Mrs. T has a lot on her plate, apparently. **Day 2** Dear Journal, Vacuuming. Vacuuming is the Devilâs Playground. Is this thing designed to take over your soul while youâre at it? How does Mrs. Thompson do this all the time? Not only did I have to figure out how to maneuver the thing, but I also found myself enacting a dramatic Broadway scene to âEye of the Tigerâ at some point. Good thing I donât have her kids around to traumatize. Speaking of traumatizing... FITNESSSSS! Jesus, I forgot she has a spin class on Wednesdays. I wasnât even on the bike yet and her legs started screaming. In other news, her voice! I've been experimenting with how deep her voice can go, considering I've always had this baritone going on. It sounds like the oddest pubescent hybrid imaginable. âGreetings, Earthling!ââyeah, itâs scary. **Day 3** Dear Journal, So today, I woke up and did that thing where you stretch and then remember you have a body you never had before. Yes, I jiggledânot by choice! When getting dressed, which turned into an anatomy exploration escapade, it hit meâlaundry day. Mrs. Thompson apparently wears things that resemble Victoria's Secret runway rejects when no oneâs at home. Odd but endearing. Hereâs the kicker: Cody (her son and my best bud) came downstairs, and I knew he noticed something when I messed up the breakfast routine. Heâs always been suspicious of everything. He probably thought Iâd been abducted by aliens, especially since I found myself humming some old Whitesnake tunesâpretty sure Mrs. T wouldnât know those lyrics if she tripped over them. **Day 4** Dear Journal, Mrs. Thompson has amazing handwriting. I had to practice my excuses, I mean, writing, today while sorting her mail. Speaking of, apparently, âcute fireman calendar deliveryâ day is a thing. Who knew? By the way, wearing heels is like signing a contract with pain incarnate. Donât sign that contract, Journal. I even made a weak attempt at cooking dinner. Pro tip: If you donât know what turmeric is, donât use it. Ever. Cody looked at me (as Mrs. T) as if I were about to serve him a potion. I can barely boil water as Harryâwhy on Earth did I think I could reinvent the culinary wheel here? **Day 5** Dear Journal, FitSwap apparently does âcheck-insâ to make sure you haven't combusted. The nerve! But I *have* to admit, I am kind of enjoying myself. I finished the laundry whilst strutting around the house thinking I was BeyoncĂ©, so there's that. And of course, thereâs Mr. Thompson. Heâs sort of been MIA. Out on business a lot, I guess. Cody tried to interrogate me about my odd behavior over a game of Trivial Pursuit last night. Letâs just say, the phrase "don't poke the bear" really came into play. I wonder how long this will last, but hey, at least Iâm making the most of it. If Mr. Thompsonâs not around to appreciate his wifeâs reinvention, then darn it, I will. Life is a strange, jiggly, exhausting thing, Journal. Hereâs to tomorrowâitâll either be legs day or a vacuum showdown again. Wish me luck! Yours temporarily as Mrs. Thompson, Harry⊠or âHarriettâ with a *wink*
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