"The Reality Remote: A Gender Bender Adventure"
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"Eh, Brian, catch!" I yelled, tossing a beer can through the air. Massively endowed Brian caught it with the grace of an NFL receiver, despite the clumsy proportions of his new body.
"Thanks!" Brian said with the bubbly voice of the woman he'd become. It was so strange to hear his regular crass and informal way of speech coming from such a feminine figure.
"Hey, do you know what's the game score? I dropped my phone in the pool earlier," I asked, trying to maintain the illusion of normality.
He pulled out a pink iPhone, the color he would've claimed to hate in his past male body. He checked the basketball score and said, "We're leading by twelve points. Good day for the Brunets."
His new redheaded MILF figure filled out a rainbow-colored one-piece swimsuit, and I watched agog as he raised another beer to his beautifully painted lips. Normally, Brian would be shirtless, beer in hand, cheering for his team in swim trunks. But now he was all woman, yet none the wiser.
"You okay, man?" Brian asked, noting my stare. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Just...uh... Do you not notice anything different about yourself today?" I finally asked.
He raised an eyebrow as he said, "Nah, I feel great. Better than ever. Why, do I have something on my face?"
"No, it's... never mind, forget about it." I rubbed my temples, somehow I was the only one aware of this transpired madness.
"Dude, this is crazy, but you know what? I think I look damn good in this bathing suit," Brian said with a slight giggle as he struck a provocative pose, completely oblivious of his unnaturally altered state.
Blinking in disbelief, I muttered, "Yeah, you sure do....."
The jolt of fear for my newly curvaceous friend was shadowed by the guilt of breaking the remote - of creating this alternate reality - and the dread of not being able to fix it.
But Brian, ignorant of the changes inflicted upon him, sipped his beer contentedly, saying, "A good game, a cold beer, sun on my skin. Couldn’t ask for more, really. What could be better than this?"
And while a part of me sincerely wished to reverse the bizarre shift I had unintentionally caused, another part of me couldn't help but admire Brian's genuine bliss in his new reality. At the end of the day, I suppose the reality remote had worked its wonder on at least one of us.
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.
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Prompt: write a story with lots of dialogue about When I found a reality remote I didn’t know what to do with it. The reality remote swaps peoples bodies but leaves them unaware of the changes it makes them think they've always had the body they now have. I could change the world in a matter of seconds. I was so excited to use it at the pool with my friend. Unfortunately, I dropped it and it shattered it swapped everyone but me and nobody notices the difference. I can’t seem to fix it. Now my friend is stuck in his redheaded MILF body wearing a rainbow colored one piece showing off a ton on his new massive cleavage and he doesn’t even think it’s wrong that he had the body of a woman even though he’s a guy he's even kept his personality even though he's a beautiful curvaceous woman now he asked me to toss him a beer and then he checked the score to a basketball game on his new pink iPhone. this reality remote is insane. write a lot of dialogue
Response: "Eh, Brian, catch!" I yelled, tossing a beer can through the air. Massively endowed Brian caught it with the grace of an NFL receiver, despite the clumsy proportions of his new body. "Thanks!" Brian said with the bubbly voice of the woman he'd become. It was so strange to hear his regular crass and informal way of speech coming from such a feminine figure. "Hey, do you know what's the game score? I dropped my phone in the pool earlier," I asked, trying to maintain the illusion of normality. He pulled out a pink iPhone, the color he would've claimed to hate in his past male body. He checked the basketball score and said, "We're leading by twelve points. Good day for the Brunets." His new redheaded MILF figure filled out a rainbow-colored one-piece swimsuit, and I watched agog as he raised another beer to his beautifully painted lips. Normally, Brian would be shirtless, beer in hand, cheering for his team in swim trunks. But now he was all woman, yet none the wiser. "You okay, man?" Brian asked, noting my stare. "You look like you've seen a ghost." "Just...uh... Do you not notice anything different about yourself today?" I finally asked. He raised an eyebrow as he said, "Nah, I feel great. Better than ever. Why, do I have something on my face?" "No, it's... never mind, forget about it." I rubbed my temples, somehow I was the only one aware of this transpired madness. "Dude, this is crazy, but you know what? I think I look damn good in this bathing suit," Brian said with a slight giggle as he struck a provocative pose, completely oblivious of his unnaturally altered state. Blinking in disbelief, I muttered, "Yeah, you sure do....." The jolt of fear for my newly curvaceous friend was shadowed by the guilt of breaking the remote - of creating this alternate reality - and the dread of not being able to fix it. But Brian, ignorant of the changes inflicted upon him, sipped his beer contentedly, saying, "A good game, a cold beer, sun on my skin. Couldn’t ask for more, really. What could be better than this?" And while a part of me sincerely wished to reverse the bizarre shift I had unintentionally caused, another part of me couldn't help but admire Brian's genuine bliss in his new reality. At the end of the day, I suppose the reality remote had worked its wonder on at least one of us.
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