"The Mom Swap Chronicles: Guess Who's Mom Today?"
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"Guess the Momma" was their favorite game. I'd been subject to this daily charade for a while now. My mother isn't the typical suburban mom. She’s a body-swapper. Yes, you heard it right—she can swap bodies with anyone. Only problem? She can't control it. When it was just her randomly switching bodies, it was confusing but manageable. Then, my friends found out and thought it would be fun to swap into her curvy body.
Today, the new Mom de Jour was padding around the poolside in her electric blue bikini, her brown hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders. From where I sat with my bowl of cereal, I could see the stupid grin on her face as she kept glancing down at herself.
"Dude, stop it! That's my mom, you creep," I shouted from the porch.
"Whoa! These things are heavy!" the Mom du Jour yelled back, jostling her new body parts. As a rule, I never thought I'd hear those words from my mother's mouth. I decided it must be Joel – his love for comic book superheroes extended a little too much to their exaggerated female forms.
The door behind me opened. "Am I interrupting something weird again?" asked my Dad, running a hand through his hair. I could see him start to blush as he took in the sight of his wife standing by the pool.
"It's one of my friends," I explained, dipping my spoon into my cereal. "Probably Joel."
Dad shook his head, trying to suppress a laugh, "Did I ever tell you about the time your mom swapped with our dog, Mr. Fluffy? She was chasing her tail for hours."
"Why are you guys so cool with this?" I whined, shoving a spoonful of cereal into my mouth.
Dad shrugged and replied with a mischievous wink, "Keeps life interesting."
Just then, my phone buzzed with a text message. I picked it up to see a message from Joel.
"Dude, help! I swapped with your mom. How do I handle these things?"
I choked on my cereal, spluttering, "Well, there goes my guess."
Dad glanced at me, his eyebrows raised.
"Apparently, it's not Joel," I announced, watching the fake 'Mom' by the pool dive in, making an impressive splash.
"Well, son," Dad said, sipping his coffee, "looks like you're back to square one. Who do you guess now?"
I groaned, picking up the game once again. Welcome to my bizarre life. The good news was, despite the oddness of it all, we managed to find humor in our strange situation. After all, laughter is, indeed, the best medicine. And, thankfully, there was plenty of that in our family.
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.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a story with dialogue where My mom has a strange curse, she’s a body swapper but she can’t seem to control her powers. Everyday a new person is in her body. My friends know about this power and decide to trade off each day to swap into her body. Whoever it is today is having fun out in our pool. They love to take over her sexy and curvy body. Now I have to figure out who's in her body today. Judging by the way she's looking down at her bikini clad breasts in curiosity and excitement I'm sure its one of my male friends.
Response: "Guess the Momma" was their favorite game. I'd been subject to this daily charade for a while now. My mother isn't the typical suburban mom. She’s a body-swapper. Yes, you heard it right—she can swap bodies with anyone. Only problem? She can't control it. When it was just her randomly switching bodies, it was confusing but manageable. Then, my friends found out and thought it would be fun to swap into her curvy body. Today, the new Mom de Jour was padding around the poolside in her electric blue bikini, her brown hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders. From where I sat with my bowl of cereal, I could see the stupid grin on her face as she kept glancing down at herself. "Dude, stop it! That's my mom, you creep," I shouted from the porch. "Whoa! These things are heavy!" the Mom du Jour yelled back, jostling her new body parts. As a rule, I never thought I'd hear those words from my mother's mouth. I decided it must be Joel – his love for comic book superheroes extended a little too much to their exaggerated female forms. The door behind me opened. "Am I interrupting something weird again?" asked my Dad, running a hand through his hair. I could see him start to blush as he took in the sight of his wife standing by the pool. "It's one of my friends," I explained, dipping my spoon into my cereal. "Probably Joel." Dad shook his head, trying to suppress a laugh, "Did I ever tell you about the time your mom swapped with our dog, Mr. Fluffy? She was chasing her tail for hours." "Why are you guys so cool with this?" I whined, shoving a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. Dad shrugged and replied with a mischievous wink, "Keeps life interesting." Just then, my phone buzzed with a text message. I picked it up to see a message from Joel. "Dude, help! I swapped with your mom. How do I handle these things?" I choked on my cereal, spluttering, "Well, there goes my guess." Dad glanced at me, his eyebrows raised. "Apparently, it's not Joel," I announced, watching the fake 'Mom' by the pool dive in, making an impressive splash. "Well, son," Dad said, sipping his coffee, "looks like you're back to square one. Who do you guess now?" I groaned, picking up the game once again. Welcome to my bizarre life. The good news was, despite the oddness of it all, we managed to find humor in our strange situation. After all, laughter is, indeed, the best medicine. And, thankfully, there was plenty of that in our family.
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