"The Unintentional Transformation of Bob's Beach Day"
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"Hey Chuck! Toss me a beer, would ya?" called Bob, laying on a classic 80's styled sun chair, his red hair shining against the sun and his rainbow one-piece threatening to give someone, mainly me, a heart attack.
Surely, the sight of my best friend in his current state was a visual I had to wipe from my memory. With a shudder, I tried to suppress the image and hurled him a cold one.
"No problem, Barbara," I jested, enjoying the irony.
Bob rolled his emerald eyes at me, catching the beer and cracking it open with a singular, almost poetic, maneuver. He then pulled out his brand new pink iPhone and checked the score of the basketball game.
"Who's ahead now, Barbara?" I teased again, trying to see if he was aware of the absurd situation we found ourselves in.
"The Wildcats, genius," he gritted his teeth and shot me a glare, oblivious to the change in his attire. "Call me Barbara one more time, Chuck, and I’m throwing you in the pool."
"Fine, fine. Touchy, aren't we?" I responded, laughing, but inside panicking. Every bit of logic was screaming at me that this couldn't be happening.
Deciding to give it another go, I tried a different approach.
"Buddy, aren't you a bit too… voluptuous today? Your chest, doesn't it feel a bit heavy?” I suggested, pointing to the elephant - or should I say the two massive elephants - in the room.
Bob looked at his chest, as if seeing it for the first time.
"So what?" he shrugged, "Been working out, the gym pays off." He stood, stretching, showing off his now curvaceous body.
"Working out? Bob, aren't you more of an… indoor guy?" I asked incredulously.
"Nah, been hitting the gym lately. You just probably didn't notice, too busy with your gadgets," he said dismissively, gesturing towards my collection of collectibles. "Including that bloody mysterious remote."
The 'bloody mysterious remote'. If he knew that this was the cause of his current state… but shockingly, everything seemed normal to him, apart from my incessant questions. Staring at the shattered reality remote, I prayed to God Bob never found out what it was.
'Cause if he does, he was likely to get kick-start on my swimming classes.
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 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: "Hey Chuck! Toss me a beer, would ya?" called Bob, laying on a classic 80's styled sun chair, his red hair shining against the sun and his rainbow one-piece threatening to give someone, mainly me, a heart attack. Surely, the sight of my best friend in his current state was a visual I had to wipe from my memory. With a shudder, I tried to suppress the image and hurled him a cold one. "No problem, Barbara," I jested, enjoying the irony. Bob rolled his emerald eyes at me, catching the beer and cracking it open with a singular, almost poetic, maneuver. He then pulled out his brand new pink iPhone and checked the score of the basketball game. "Who's ahead now, Barbara?" I teased again, trying to see if he was aware of the absurd situation we found ourselves in. "The Wildcats, genius," he gritted his teeth and shot me a glare, oblivious to the change in his attire. "Call me Barbara one more time, Chuck, and I’m throwing you in the pool." "Fine, fine. Touchy, aren't we?" I responded, laughing, but inside panicking. Every bit of logic was screaming at me that this couldn't be happening. Deciding to give it another go, I tried a different approach. "Buddy, aren't you a bit too… voluptuous today? Your chest, doesn't it feel a bit heavy?” I suggested, pointing to the elephant - or should I say the two massive elephants - in the room. Bob looked at his chest, as if seeing it for the first time. "So what?" he shrugged, "Been working out, the gym pays off." He stood, stretching, showing off his now curvaceous body. "Working out? Bob, aren't you more of an… indoor guy?" I asked incredulously. "Nah, been hitting the gym lately. You just probably didn't notice, too busy with your gadgets," he said dismissively, gesturing towards my collection of collectibles. "Including that bloody mysterious remote." The 'bloody mysterious remote'. If he knew that this was the cause of his current state… but shockingly, everything seemed normal to him, apart from my incessant questions. Staring at the shattered reality remote, I prayed to God Bob never found out what it was. 'Cause if he does, he was likely to get kick-start on my swimming classes.
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