The Swap Class Catastrophe
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Title: The Swap Class Catastrophe
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“Oh no, no, no,” I muttered, standing frozen at the foot of the stairs, staring at what should have been my dad but was now the spitting image of Kimberly Christensen, the hottest girl in school.
She—uh, he—or rather, my dad in Kimberly’s body, was standing before me in tight jeans and a gray top that perfectly fit her, um, his...busty and curvaceous figure. Makeup done to a T. He even sported ballet flats. Oh tomatoes, this just got very, very real.
“You’re crushing on Kimberly, aren’t you?” Dad—Kim—leaned in, batting her—uh, his—long, mascara-coated eyelashes at me.
Kill me now.
“Dad,” I groaned, face-palming so hard I nearly fell over. “This is beyond awkward. How did you...why did you...”
“Oh, relax,’ll ya?” Dad-Kimberly chuckled heartily, though it sounded very weird with her angelic voice but his hearty cadence. “Swap class is all about learning and understanding, son. And hey, you might just gain some confidence!”
“Confidence?” I shrieked, voice cracking like a squeezed rubber duck. “Look at you! You look...like...well, you look like Kimberly! And you're my dad!”
“Correction: I am Kimberly now. For a semester,” Dad beamed, which looked all sorts of wrong on her typically smug face. “So let’s make the most of it. Let’s bond!”
“B-bond?” I stammered, backing up ever so slightly. “This is—not normal—this is like—horror movie material.”
Dad-Kimberly rolled her—his?—eyes dramatically, flipping long, brunette locks over a shoulder. Ugh, why did she, no, he, have to get this right? Perfect teen-girl mannerisms, too.
“So, how about that date tonight?” Dad said, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper but still overly bouncy.
“No. Absolutely not. No, Dad,” I argued, already considering the logistics of moving to Alaska to escape this nightmare. “You know about my crush too. It’s...it’s super personal!”
“But honey! That's the whole point!” Dad-Kimberly said with such enthusiasm that not even a Broadway actress could match. “A nice dinner, just the two of us—I’ve got a cute outfit lined up. We can practice flirting!”
“Oh dear God in heaven...” I turned to the heavens, half-hoping divine intervention would send a bolt of lightning right on Kimberly—dad—whatever.
“Hey, Mark...is, uh, is that Kimberly?” Josh, my best friend burst in, eyes wide as if he was seeing a unicorn doing the Macarena. “Woah, she’s hot. What’s she doing here?”
“Don’t, Josh!” I hissed. “That’s not Kimberly...it’s my dad.”
Josh froze, eyes boggling out further in a perfect comic strip portrayal of shock. The milliseconds of silence that followed were golden—until his laughter exploded like a faulty grenade.
“AHAHA! You can’t be serious!” Josh guffawed, doubling over, clutching his sides.
“Oh, I’m very serious, Josh,” Dad-Kimberly nodded, smirking confidently. “I’m in Body Swap class, you see. Trying new perspectives and all that. Your crush on me—I mean, the real me—Kimberly, will have its day,” she winked.
“Somebody help me,” I muttered under my breath, sweating bullets now. “Kill me. Kill me now.”
“Aw, honey, don’t be so dramatic,” Dad-Kimberly waved his—her—slender hand nonchalantly. “This is a great learning opportunity. Trust me.”
“Okay, Mark, dude, if your dad...is her...and she’s...him...I need to sit down,” Josh wavered, finding balance amidst this chaotic revelation.
“Please,” I muttered, partially to Josh but also the universe in general, “Let this semester pass quickly.”
As my dad, now wearing the most confident and disturbing smile known to mankind spun around, preparing for our “date,” I wondered yet again how my life could get any worse. Oh well, just one semester, right? God, this is awkward.
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 Things can get very awkward when your dad is a swap class teacher. He’s been teaching the class for a couple years now. Usually there’s an even number of students but this year it was odd. He had to swap with one of the hottest girls in school this semester. So now he swapped bodies with Kimberly the hottest and bustiest girl in school. All semester she's going to be at my house acting like my dad. God this is awkward and even worse my dad somehow found out my crush on her so now he is going to try and have a fake date with me and try his best to act like her he even did her makeup and put on a nice outfit that consisted of some tight jeans that hugged her curvaceous backside, and a gray top that showed off a bit of belly and was tight around his busty form, I even saw the outline of his bra. He has told her about my crush too. How could this get any worse.
Response: Title: The Swap Class Catastrophe --- “Oh no, no, no,” I muttered, standing frozen at the foot of the stairs, staring at what should have been my dad but was now the spitting image of Kimberly Christensen, the hottest girl in school. She—uh, he—or rather, my dad in Kimberly’s body, was standing before me in tight jeans and a gray top that perfectly fit her, um, his...busty and curvaceous figure. Makeup done to a T. He even sported ballet flats. Oh tomatoes, this just got very, very real. “You’re crushing on Kimberly, aren’t you?” Dad—Kim—leaned in, batting her—uh, his—long, mascara-coated eyelashes at me. Kill me now. “Dad,” I groaned, face-palming so hard I nearly fell over. “This is beyond awkward. How did you...why did you...” “Oh, relax,’ll ya?” Dad-Kimberly chuckled heartily, though it sounded very weird with her angelic voice but his hearty cadence. “Swap class is all about learning and understanding, son. And hey, you might just gain some confidence!” “Confidence?” I shrieked, voice cracking like a squeezed rubber duck. “Look at you! You look...like...well, you look like Kimberly! And you're my dad!” “Correction: I am Kimberly now. For a semester,” Dad beamed, which looked all sorts of wrong on her typically smug face. “So let’s make the most of it. Let’s bond!” “B-bond?” I stammered, backing up ever so slightly. “This is—not normal—this is like—horror movie material.” Dad-Kimberly rolled her—his?—eyes dramatically, flipping long, brunette locks over a shoulder. Ugh, why did she, no, he, have to get this right? Perfect teen-girl mannerisms, too. “So, how about that date tonight?” Dad said, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper but still overly bouncy. “No. Absolutely not. No, Dad,” I argued, already considering the logistics of moving to Alaska to escape this nightmare. “You know about my crush too. It’s...it’s super personal!” “But honey! That's the whole point!” Dad-Kimberly said with such enthusiasm that not even a Broadway actress could match. “A nice dinner, just the two of us—I’ve got a cute outfit lined up. We can practice flirting!” “Oh dear God in heaven...” I turned to the heavens, half-hoping divine intervention would send a bolt of lightning right on Kimberly—dad—whatever. “Hey, Mark...is, uh, is that Kimberly?” Josh, my best friend burst in, eyes wide as if he was seeing a unicorn doing the Macarena. “Woah, she’s hot. What’s she doing here?” “Don’t, Josh!” I hissed. “That’s not Kimberly...it’s my dad.” Josh froze, eyes boggling out further in a perfect comic strip portrayal of shock. The milliseconds of silence that followed were golden—until his laughter exploded like a faulty grenade. “AHAHA! You can’t be serious!” Josh guffawed, doubling over, clutching his sides. “Oh, I’m very serious, Josh,” Dad-Kimberly nodded, smirking confidently. “I’m in Body Swap class, you see. Trying new perspectives and all that. Your crush on me—I mean, the real me—Kimberly, will have its day,” she winked. “Somebody help me,” I muttered under my breath, sweating bullets now. “Kill me. Kill me now.” “Aw, honey, don’t be so dramatic,” Dad-Kimberly waved his—her—slender hand nonchalantly. “This is a great learning opportunity. Trust me.” “Okay, Mark, dude, if your dad...is her...and she’s...him...I need to sit down,” Josh wavered, finding balance amidst this chaotic revelation. “Please,” I muttered, partially to Josh but also the universe in general, “Let this semester pass quickly.” As my dad, now wearing the most confident and disturbing smile known to mankind spun around, preparing for our “date,” I wondered yet again how my life could get any worse. Oh well, just one semester, right? God, this is awkward.
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