The Great Shift: A Flipping Pancake and Twisted Hips Comedy
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It was a Wednesday afternoon, the kind where nothing too extraordinary was supposed to happen. Except, of course, for the minor detail that the Great Shift had scrambled Earth's population like eggs in a hyperactive blender. Seventy-five percent of Earth's people had swapped bodies, and I, along with the other fortunate (or unfortunate) 25% stayed exactly the same. It might sound lucky, but after seeing what happened to my family and friends, I'm starting to rethink my stance on that.
I was trying to act normal, flipping pancakes in the kitchen, when Dad walked—or should I say, strutted—in. He was now in the body of our curvy, blonde, next-door neighbor who looked like she'd just stepped out of a glamorous music video.
"Hey, uh, dad," I sputtered, dropping a pancake on the floor. "How's it going?"
Dad—now Patty—looked at me, twisted his hips, and flicked his blonde curls over his shoulder. "Things could be chipper if I could just figure out how these ... accessories work," he said,
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 75% of people on earth swaps bodies due to an occurrence called the great shift. I fortunately kept my body but everyone else is my family is different. My dad was now a Curvy Blonde with a big ass and nice tits. My younger brother ended up in the body of our busty an ultra curvy redheaded MILF neighbor. My older brother ended up in the busty brunettes body. My mom is a 12 year old boy now. And my best friend is in the body of my Ex with her big boobs wide hips, big butt and long blonde hair. I'm trying to live life like it's normal but its not normal to have a life like this.
Response: It was a Wednesday afternoon, the kind where nothing too extraordinary was supposed to happen. Except, of course, for the minor detail that the Great Shift had scrambled Earth's population like eggs in a hyperactive blender. Seventy-five percent of Earth's people had swapped bodies, and I, along with the other fortunate (or unfortunate) 25% stayed exactly the same. It might sound lucky, but after seeing what happened to my family and friends, I'm starting to rethink my stance on that. I was trying to act normal, flipping pancakes in the kitchen, when Dad walked—or should I say, strutted—in. He was now in the body of our curvy, blonde, next-door neighbor who looked like she'd just stepped out of a glamorous music video. "Hey, uh, dad," I sputtered, dropping a pancake on the floor. "How's it going?" Dad—now Patty—looked at me, twisted his hips, and flicked his blonde curls over his shoulder. "Things could be chipper if I could just figure out how these ... accessories work," he said,
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