Title: "Gender Bender and the Mechanic in Stilettos"
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"Hey, buddy, can ya believe dis? One minute, I'm tunin' up cars, the next, I'm in a pair of stilettos with my melons tryin' to pop out like jack-in-the-boxes," he said, adjusting his bra for the hundredth time that morning. "I tell ya, dis thing is like a torture device designed by someone who hates fun. And this pinching? Fuggedaboutit."
I chuckled, watching Joeāor rather "Joanie" as everybody insisted on calling him nowāadjust his top once again. "Yeah, but you've got Dave practically drooling at your feet. If nothing else, it's good for the ego, right?"
Joe rolled his eyes so dramatically I swear I could see them through the back of his head. "That guy? Ugh, I can't tell if he's lookin' to ask me out or planning to dissect me like a science project. And if he tries one more time to 'accidentally' bump into me at the copier, I'll introduce his nose to my knee, capeesh?"
"Well, at least you've still got your sense of humor. And cāmon, you know youāre the hottest thing in the office now, right?"
"Oh, believe me, I know. I see ya triple-takin' every time ya come back from the water cooler. But hey, I appreciate ya lettinā me crash at your place and gettin' me this gig, even if it means my only mechanic work now is fixing your computerās paper jam."
"No problem, Joe, really. And uh, speaking of dates and all, any chance you'd be willin' to go out tonight?"
The corners of his full, red lips turned upward in a mischievous grin. "Why, look at you, Mr. Smooth Talker! Ya think just 'cause I look like this now, I'm gonna swoon an' say yes easily?"
"That was the plan."
He laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that didn't match his new appearance but fit him perfectly. "Alright, alright. But I'm pickin' the outfit. How ābout that green top I wore last week and them booty shorts? No frills, no fancy crap. Just me, you, and a couple of beers at the old dive bar. Deal?"
"Deal," I said, smiling at the thought of Joe... Joanie... whatever we called him now, leaning on that bar, turning heads, and probably making some chump spill his drink without even realizing it.
"And donāt get any funny ideas, alright? I might look like a Barbie, but I can still burp the alphabet and drink ya under the table," Joe warned, giving me a playful punch on the arm.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Joe. Wouldn't have it any other way."
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a story from my friends perspective 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 didnāt think he could do it anymore since he was now in the body of a Hooters waitress from Brooklyn 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. Thereās no doubt heās 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. 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 hope he says yes when he does he picks out a green low cut top and some short booty shorts for the night he wanted to go to hid favorite bar for the date he doesn't want to go somewhere to fancy that ain't his style. Write my friends Dialogue with a Brooklyn accent
Response: "Hey, buddy, can ya believe dis? One minute, I'm tunin' up cars, the next, I'm in a pair of stilettos with my melons tryin' to pop out like jack-in-the-boxes," he said, adjusting his bra for the hundredth time that morning. "I tell ya, dis thing is like a torture device designed by someone who hates fun. And this pinching? Fuggedaboutit." I chuckled, watching Joeāor rather "Joanie" as everybody insisted on calling him nowāadjust his top once again. "Yeah, but you've got Dave practically drooling at your feet. If nothing else, it's good for the ego, right?" Joe rolled his eyes so dramatically I swear I could see them through the back of his head. "That guy? Ugh, I can't tell if he's lookin' to ask me out or planning to dissect me like a science project. And if he tries one more time to 'accidentally' bump into me at the copier, I'll introduce his nose to my knee, capeesh?" "Well, at least you've still got your sense of humor. And cāmon, you know youāre the hottest thing in the office now, right?" "Oh, believe me, I know. I see ya triple-takin' every time ya come back from the water cooler. But hey, I appreciate ya lettinā me crash at your place and gettin' me this gig, even if it means my only mechanic work now is fixing your computerās paper jam." "No problem, Joe, really. And uh, speaking of dates and all, any chance you'd be willin' to go out tonight?" The corners of his full, red lips turned upward in a mischievous grin. "Why, look at you, Mr. Smooth Talker! Ya think just 'cause I look like this now, I'm gonna swoon an' say yes easily?" "That was the plan." He laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that didn't match his new appearance but fit him perfectly. "Alright, alright. But I'm pickin' the outfit. How ābout that green top I wore last week and them booty shorts? No frills, no fancy crap. Just me, you, and a couple of beers at the old dive bar. Deal?" "Deal," I said, smiling at the thought of Joe... Joanie... whatever we called him now, leaning on that bar, turning heads, and probably making some chump spill his drink without even realizing it. "And donāt get any funny ideas, alright? I might look like a Barbie, but I can still burp the alphabet and drink ya under the table," Joe warned, giving me a playful punch on the arm. I couldn't help but laugh. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Joe. Wouldn't have it any other way."
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