Title: "Double Trouble: A Wish Gone Awry"
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"Hey, Joe, you won't believe what happened to me last month. It's like something straight out of a weird comedy show," I started, chuckling as I settled down on the couch with a cold beer in hand. Joe raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, intrigued.
"Oh, this I gotta hear. What's the scoop?" Joe asked, grinning.
"Okay, so here's the deal. You know how Sally and I have a great relationship, right? Well, sometimes I felt like she was overworked and not giving me enough attention. So one night, I found this old coin in the attic, thought it was a lucky charm, and made a wish. You know, in a very philosophical way," I said, waving my hands for emphasis.
Joe snorted. "You wished for world peace or a superpower, didn't you?"
"Worse," I confessed, lowering my voice. "I wished for two wives."
Joe choked on his laughter. "Two wives? Are you nuts? One's already enough trouble!"
"I thought it’d be like twice the love and attention, you know? But the coin had other plans. It twisted my wish in the most bizarre way possible. The next morning, I wake up to find my best friend, Tom, turned into an exact clone of my wife!" I exclaimed.
Joe's jaw dropped. "Wait, wait. So, Tom's now—"
"Yup, he’s now a curvaceous, busty redhead, identical to Sally," I confirmed, taking a swig of my beer.
Joe shook his head, laughing. "This is gold. So, what’s it like having two Sallys?"
"Well, it's a mixed bag. Tom, or should I say Tami now, loves it. He—she—wears low-cut tops and complains about her heavy breasts while doing chores. It's hilarious and disturbing at the same time," I said, laughing at the memory.
Joe was in tears. "Your best friend, a bombshell wife, and still a sports fan?"
"Exactly! The other day, I called 'my new wife' to get us some beers, and out she comes, strutting in a green low-cut top, showing off his, um, new 'assets'. Then she sees the game score and complains about our team being down by ten points. It's like having a wife and a bro all rolled into one!" I said, shaking my head.
Joe wiped his eyes. "That's surreal. Do you ever regret it?"
"Sometimes," I admitted. "It’s strange seeing Tami and Sally gossiping like two teenage girls. And there are definitely moments when Tami's masculine personality pops out, and it's just weird. But then other times, having two drop-dead gorgeous redheads around…Well, let's just say it's not the worst wish gone wrong," I said, raising my beer in a toast.
Joe clinked his bottle against mine. "Here's to wishing coins and unpredictable wishes. You, my friend, have given me the laugh of the year."
"Glad I could entertain," I replied, laughing along. "Just remember, be careful what you wish for."
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 I tell my friend about the story Be careful what you wish for. That’s what I warn everyone before I tell you about my wishing coin story. Me and my wife had a good relationship but at times I felt she was overworked and wasn’t giving me enough attention. So I wished I could have two wives. The wishing coin gave me exactly that. However, it twisted my wish. It turned my nest friend into an exact clone of my wife. It’s a blessing and a curse, he isn’t a bad wife but he definitely has a much more masculine personality compared to my wife which is odd. He seems to love having my wife's curvaceous and busty redheaded body. He wears low cut tops He complains about how heavy her breasts are while he does chores around the house. I've been shocked with how much gossip him and my real wife do now too. Things can get odd around the house now but having two babes around the house definitely has advantage even if one of them used to be a guy. I call my new wife to get us some beers and out he comes porting a green low cut top to show off his new "girls". She walks into the room sees the score to the game and complains about out team being down by 10 points
Response: "Hey, Joe, you won't believe what happened to me last month. It's like something straight out of a weird comedy show," I started, chuckling as I settled down on the couch with a cold beer in hand. Joe raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, intrigued. "Oh, this I gotta hear. What's the scoop?" Joe asked, grinning. "Okay, so here's the deal. You know how Sally and I have a great relationship, right? Well, sometimes I felt like she was overworked and not giving me enough attention. So one night, I found this old coin in the attic, thought it was a lucky charm, and made a wish. You know, in a very philosophical way," I said, waving my hands for emphasis. Joe snorted. "You wished for world peace or a superpower, didn't you?" "Worse," I confessed, lowering my voice. "I wished for two wives." Joe choked on his laughter. "Two wives? Are you nuts? One's already enough trouble!" "I thought it’d be like twice the love and attention, you know? But the coin had other plans. It twisted my wish in the most bizarre way possible. The next morning, I wake up to find my best friend, Tom, turned into an exact clone of my wife!" I exclaimed. Joe's jaw dropped. "Wait, wait. So, Tom's now—" "Yup, he’s now a curvaceous, busty redhead, identical to Sally," I confirmed, taking a swig of my beer. Joe shook his head, laughing. "This is gold. So, what’s it like having two Sallys?" "Well, it's a mixed bag. Tom, or should I say Tami now, loves it. He—she—wears low-cut tops and complains about her heavy breasts while doing chores. It's hilarious and disturbing at the same time," I said, laughing at the memory. Joe was in tears. "Your best friend, a bombshell wife, and still a sports fan?" "Exactly! The other day, I called 'my new wife' to get us some beers, and out she comes, strutting in a green low-cut top, showing off his, um, new 'assets'. Then she sees the game score and complains about our team being down by ten points. It's like having a wife and a bro all rolled into one!" I said, shaking my head. Joe wiped his eyes. "That's surreal. Do you ever regret it?" "Sometimes," I admitted. "It’s strange seeing Tami and Sally gossiping like two teenage girls. And there are definitely moments when Tami's masculine personality pops out, and it's just weird. But then other times, having two drop-dead gorgeous redheads around…Well, let's just say it's not the worst wish gone wrong," I said, raising my beer in a toast. Joe clinked his bottle against mine. "Here's to wishing coins and unpredictable wishes. You, my friend, have given me the laugh of the year." "Glad I could entertain," I replied, laughing along. "Just remember, be careful what you wish for."
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