I stood at the crowded airport, feeling slightly nervous and more than a bit confused. The Great Shift had thrown everyoneâs lives into disarray, but having my brother Jamesâor rather, Emilyâstay with me was still a bit mind-boggling.
"Where on earth is he?" I muttered, scanning the sea of travelers.
âDave, bro, itâs-a me!â The voice was feminine, but the accent couldâve come straight out of a 1970s gangster film.
I turned to see a beautiful and busty redhead with a pink roller bag waving frantically at me. My jaw nearly hit the floor.
âJames?â I stammered.
âThe one and-a only!â Heâshe?âJames rushed over and hugged me. "Thanks-a for lettin' me crash at your place, bro. I gotta get myself sorted out, ya know?"
I awkwardly patted his back, trying to process this. "Uh, yeah, no problem. But, uh, whatâs with all the bags, man? Err, maâam? How many clothes do you need?â
James rolled his eyes, donning a sly grin. âYou kiddin' me, Dave? I gotta look fabulous now, itâs-a part of the deal. Plus, you think a girlâs day-to-day wardrobe is simple? Fuggedaboutit!â
I couldnât help but laugh. While JamesâEmilyâhad certainly gone through a massive change, his sense of humor and snark were fully intact. âWell, welcome to my humble abode, I guess.â
James snapped his fingers with flair. âDis is just great! Hope you got some space in the closet, bro. Lemme tell ya, Iâm gonna need it.â
As we made our way out of the airport, I caught myself staring at his... her... chest, at least three more times. Each time, James caught me and made a quick-witted comment.
âHey, my eyes are up here, buddy!â heâd smirk, winking each time.
âSorry, man, itâs justâthis is weird.â
âTell me about it,â James sighed dramatically as we reached the car. âBut listen, this body comes wit' perks! I havenât paid for a drink in weeks!â
We packed up the car with more bags than a Kardashian on a weekend shopping spree, and finally settled in for the drive home.
âSo, whatâs it like?â I asked, genuinely curious.
âEh, itâs-a like switching to a new brand of cigar,â he said with a shrug. âTakes a minute to get used to, but after a while, itâs kinda nice. The Brits got class, I'll give 'em that!â
I chuckled. âYouâve even got her accent down, dude. At this rate, youâll be having tea and crumpets by next week.â
âWatch it, or Iâll start callin' you âguvnor,ââ James warned with a mock-serious look. âAnd donât get me started on trying to figure out all these girly gadgets. What the heck is contour, eh? And why do I need fifteen shades of lipstick?â
âYou tell me,â I said, laughing harder now. âI barely know what aftershave to buy.â
âAh, well, maybe weâll both learn a little somethinâ,â James said, putting his feet up on the dashboard with a newfound grace. âBut mostly, I just wanna find a way to feel ânormalâ again, you know?â
âYeah,â I nodded, feeling oddly touched. âWeâll get there, bro. And until then, try not to snag all my girls with that new bod, alright?â
âNo promises,â James winked, tossing his hair like a shampoo commercial model. âNo promises at all.â
As I drove on, life resumed its peculiar, shifted normalcy. While James might have been in a more... eye-catching body, at least his personality was just the same. And trust me, when youâve got a busty redhead with an Italian mobster accent crashing on your couch, life is never going to be boring.
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.
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Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where My brother was one of the people who got effected by the great shift which was an event that swapped 70 percent of the worlds bodies. He got put in the body of a girl named Emily who was from London he even got her accent somehow. My mom told me I had to pick him up and let him stay with me. I still donât know what he looks like for sure. I walk around the airport for awhile to look for him. Until I hear a feminine âDave, bro its me.â I look over to see a beautiful and busty redhead walking over with a pink roller bag. He smiles and hugs me and thanks me for letting him stay with me while he sorts things out. I just didn't think he would have so many bags I mean how many clothes does he need. I cant stop staring at his boobs he has caught me multiple times and likes to tease me about it. He is still his same joke telling and snarky brother he's always been just with a new much more curvy body. Right my brothers dialogue in an Italian mobster accent
Response: I stood at the crowded airport, feeling slightly nervous and more than a bit confused. The Great Shift had thrown everyoneâs lives into disarray, but having my brother Jamesâor rather, Emilyâstay with me was still a bit mind-boggling. "Where on earth is he?" I muttered, scanning the sea of travelers. âDave, bro, itâs-a me!â The voice was feminine, but the accent couldâve come straight out of a 1970s gangster film. I turned to see a beautiful and busty redhead with a pink roller bag waving frantically at me. My jaw nearly hit the floor. âJames?â I stammered. âThe one and-a only!â Heâshe?âJames rushed over and hugged me. "Thanks-a for lettin' me crash at your place, bro. I gotta get myself sorted out, ya know?" I awkwardly patted his back, trying to process this. "Uh, yeah, no problem. But, uh, whatâs with all the bags, man? Err, maâam? How many clothes do you need?â James rolled his eyes, donning a sly grin. âYou kiddin' me, Dave? I gotta look fabulous now, itâs-a part of the deal. Plus, you think a girlâs day-to-day wardrobe is simple? Fuggedaboutit!â I couldnât help but laugh. While JamesâEmilyâhad certainly gone through a massive change, his sense of humor and snark were fully intact. âWell, welcome to my humble abode, I guess.â James snapped his fingers with flair. âDis is just great! Hope you got some space in the closet, bro. Lemme tell ya, Iâm gonna need it.â As we made our way out of the airport, I caught myself staring at his... her... chest, at least three more times. Each time, James caught me and made a quick-witted comment. âHey, my eyes are up here, buddy!â heâd smirk, winking each time. âSorry, man, itâs justâthis is weird.â âTell me about it,â James sighed dramatically as we reached the car. âBut listen, this body comes wit' perks! I havenât paid for a drink in weeks!â We packed up the car with more bags than a Kardashian on a weekend shopping spree, and finally settled in for the drive home. âSo, whatâs it like?â I asked, genuinely curious. âEh, itâs-a like switching to a new brand of cigar,â he said with a shrug. âTakes a minute to get used to, but after a while, itâs kinda nice. The Brits got class, I'll give 'em that!â I chuckled. âYouâve even got her accent down, dude. At this rate, youâll be having tea and crumpets by next week.â âWatch it, or Iâll start callin' you âguvnor,ââ James warned with a mock-serious look. âAnd donât get me started on trying to figure out all these girly gadgets. What the heck is contour, eh? And why do I need fifteen shades of lipstick?â âYou tell me,â I said, laughing harder now. âI barely know what aftershave to buy.â âAh, well, maybe weâll both learn a little somethinâ,â James said, putting his feet up on the dashboard with a newfound grace. âBut mostly, I just wanna find a way to feel ânormalâ again, you know?â âYeah,â I nodded, feeling oddly touched. âWeâll get there, bro. And until then, try not to snag all my girls with that new bod, alright?â âNo promises,â James winked, tossing his hair like a shampoo commercial model. âNo promises at all.â As I drove on, life resumed its peculiar, shifted normalcy. While James might have been in a more... eye-catching body, at least his personality was just the same. And trust me, when youâve got a busty redhead with an Italian mobster accent crashing on your couch, life is never going to be boring.
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