Title: "Brazen Bobby: The Southerner in the Stretch Top"
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The deep turquoise reception desk was instantly illuminated as Jack walked into the office. He gave a nod to the sultry blonde seated behind it, vaguely recognizing the hearty chuckle that laced the words, “Mornin’, sugar!”
Jack startled, doing a double take. The blonde's powdery blue eyes shone with mirth above a nose daubed with freckles, cascading curls framing a heart-shaped face. She was incredibly blessed, her curves evident even behind her cheerleader’s stretch top. But it wasn’t her appearance that gave him pause, but rather... “Bobby?”
“The one and only, as useful as a back pocket on a shirt, darlin’!” The blonde cheerleader chirped back with the same jovial welcome that Bobby used to have, but now her voice exhorted a velvety caress of a southern belle.
“Bobby, you... you look…!”
“Like a treat, Jack? Why, thank you, I reckon I do clean up well in my new digs. Ain’t that Eric feller just droolin’, bless his heart.” Bobby giggled, flashing an uncanny impression of his doe-eyed co-worker before giving a playful shimmy that rendered Eric aghast and Jack, blushing.
“You still have all your mechanic knowledge?”
“Darn tootin’, darlin’! Got the beauty 'n' the brains. Dumb as a sack of rocks ain't my style, ya hear?” Bobby replied, as he prepared a cup of coffee for Jack in his 'meetings day' mug.
“All the same sports fan?”
“Honey, the way we're runnin’ plays, it's like a cow pissin’ on a flat rock. Anyone can see that.” If anything, Bobby's sports commentary had only amplified since the Great Shift.
That evening, Jack found himself at their favorite sports bar. Seated before him was Bobby, his golden curls bouncing as he animatedly threw himself into watching a Cowboys game. Jack tells Bobby about his plans to ask him out, the nerves making his hands unsteady. Bobby just blinked back, whiskey sour halfway to his lips.
“I reckon that sounds right as rain, darlin', but can we get to chili fries first, they're as fishy as a politician’s promise. If'n you don't mind, I'll need to shimmy outta this bra before we get sailin' - feel like it’s tighter than a new hat! But bless your heart for askin', sug'!”
In the midst of the laughter, the chest shimmy, and the cheers for the Cowboys game, Jack realized he truly had fallen for the same old Bobby, just in a slightly different package.
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 After the great shift which was an event that swapped 75 percent of the countries bodies my buddy had lost his job. He was an auto mechanic and his boss didn’t think he could do it anymore since he was now in the body of a southern Dallas Cowboys cheerleader with a huge rack and a curvy blonde body he also kept her accent. I let him stay with me and I also got him a job as my secretary for the time being. There’s no doubt he’s now the hottest in the office. The best part is he is still his old goofy wisecracking self but just in a far sexier body He also still has knowledge about sports which is great to talk about at work with him He also does impressions of all the guys gawking at him at the office Like Dave, Mike, Charles, and Eric he loves to impersonate them. He is quite fun now and makes my job a lot more fun too. Today he was complaining about his bra pinching and the fact that Dave one of my coworkers wouldn't stop checking him out. I'm thinking about asking him out on a date tonight I decided to take him to a sports bar that head good steak and good drinks. He ordered something fruity while I ordered a beer. The cowboys game came on and me and him got invested we complained about bad calls the refs were making and he even did a little shoulder shimmy touchdown celebration to make his two new big friends on his chest shimmy and jiggle like crazy. my friend in his southern belle form never lost his cheery and jokey personality, it made me fall in love with him more. Write my friends Dialogue with a southern Drawl.
Response: The deep turquoise reception desk was instantly illuminated as Jack walked into the office. He gave a nod to the sultry blonde seated behind it, vaguely recognizing the hearty chuckle that laced the words, “Mornin’, sugar!” Jack startled, doing a double take. The blonde's powdery blue eyes shone with mirth above a nose daubed with freckles, cascading curls framing a heart-shaped face. She was incredibly blessed, her curves evident even behind her cheerleader’s stretch top. But it wasn’t her appearance that gave him pause, but rather... “Bobby?” “The one and only, as useful as a back pocket on a shirt, darlin’!” The blonde cheerleader chirped back with the same jovial welcome that Bobby used to have, but now her voice exhorted a velvety caress of a southern belle. “Bobby, you... you look…!” “Like a treat, Jack? Why, thank you, I reckon I do clean up well in my new digs. Ain’t that Eric feller just droolin’, bless his heart.” Bobby giggled, flashing an uncanny impression of his doe-eyed co-worker before giving a playful shimmy that rendered Eric aghast and Jack, blushing. “You still have all your mechanic knowledge?” “Darn tootin’, darlin’! Got the beauty 'n' the brains. Dumb as a sack of rocks ain't my style, ya hear?” Bobby replied, as he prepared a cup of coffee for Jack in his 'meetings day' mug. “All the same sports fan?” “Honey, the way we're runnin’ plays, it's like a cow pissin’ on a flat rock. Anyone can see that.” If anything, Bobby's sports commentary had only amplified since the Great Shift. That evening, Jack found himself at their favorite sports bar. Seated before him was Bobby, his golden curls bouncing as he animatedly threw himself into watching a Cowboys game. Jack tells Bobby about his plans to ask him out, the nerves making his hands unsteady. Bobby just blinked back, whiskey sour halfway to his lips. “I reckon that sounds right as rain, darlin', but can we get to chili fries first, they're as fishy as a politician’s promise. If'n you don't mind, I'll need to shimmy outta this bra before we get sailin' - feel like it’s tighter than a new hat! But bless your heart for askin', sug'!” In the midst of the laughter, the chest shimmy, and the cheers for the Cowboys game, Jack realized he truly had fallen for the same old Bobby, just in a slightly different package.
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