Title: "Grilling with Johnny: The Cowgirl Cowboy Chronicles"
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There's nothing quite like a Saturday afternoon barbecue at Johnny's place. You see, Johnny used to be your stereotypical cowboy—always catching a ball game with a beer in one hand and a wrench in the other. If there was something to be fixed, Johnny was your man. The dude fixed my car more times than I can count and patched up my leaky roof like it was nothing. Heck, the guy was practically a walking Marlboro Man ad.
But things have taken a wild turn, thanks to what scientists are calling "Second Puberty." I know, it sounds like a bad sci-fi movie, but it's a real thing. Apparently, some guys hit round two of puberty and, well, they turn into women. Muscles? Gone. Beard? History. In their place? Curves and, let's just say, assets that could rival any pin-up model.
Johnny is still trying to be the same old cowboy he used to be. These days, though, he's doing it with a figure that looks like it jumped out of a country music video—in a way-too-tight tank top, a black bra peeking out, cut-off jean booty shorts, and a cowboy hat perched on a cascade of long blonde hair. It's worth mentioning that the guy could still probably out-grill half the neighborhood, but I swear, seeing him in that getup...
I'm on my way over to Johnny's place, and I can't help but chuckle to myself. This is going to be one heck of a strange relationship from here on out. I sneak up behind him as he's flipping burgers on the grill.
"What's up, dude?" I say, giving him a friendly jab in the ribs.
Johnny literally jumps and almost sends the burgers flying. "What the hell, dude, you scared me!"
I take a moment to catch my breath from laughing so hard. "Sorry, man, I mean, ma'am, I mean... What do you even go by now?"
Johnny just rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath, probably a curse or two. "It's still Johnny, alright? Just because I've got... these," he gestures vaguely at his chest, "doesn't mean you get to mess with me."
"Fair enough," I say, struggling to keep a straight face. "But seriously, how are things? Adjusting alright?"
He takes off his hat and wipes his brow, exposing yet another contradiction—a rugged cowboy face topping a body that could sell out a Victoria's Secret catalog.
"Honestly? It's kinda weird," he says. "The other day, I caught myself checking out my reflection in the hardware store window. And don't even get me started about shopping for bras..."
I think I might pass out from trying so hard not to laugh. "C'mon, man, let’s at least get the burgers on the table before we dive into the adventures of lingerie shopping."
Johnny shoots me a death glare but eventually cracks a smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just grab the buns, will ya?"
We set the table, and as we dig into our burgers, I can't help but notice Johnny sneaking glances at the UPS guy making his rounds across the street. I smirk to myself. "You know, you can just admit if you like dudes now. I'll still be your friend."
Johnny looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust. “Shut up, will you? A guy can't appreciate another guy's strong jawline?"
I laugh so hard I nearly choke on my burger. "Oh man, Johnny. You really are the gift that keeps on giving."
He smirks back at me. “Guess you’re stuck with me, cowboy boots and all.”
It's a strange new world, but hey, if anyone can handle it, it's Johnny, the cowboy turned cowgirl. And if nothing else, at least the burgers are still amazing.
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.
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Prompt: My buddy was your typical cowboy type guy. He was always helping me out with cars and house work, he was far more of your typical manly man than I was. But that all changed once he got second puberty which was a strange occurrence that happened to men which turned them into women. He’s muscles and beard turned into a curvy figure with huge busty boobs. He’s still trying to be the same old cowboy he used to be. It’s just not the same anymore. I even think he might be attracted to guys now, not that he’d ever admit it I'm on my way over to his place he is grilling us some burgers wearing a white tank top with a black bra underneath and some cutoff jean booty shorts and a cowboy hat atop his long blonde mane of hair. What's up dude I greet him sneaking up on him which makes him jump at the grill. What the hell dude you scared me. This is going to be a strange relationship I just know it.
Response: There's nothing quite like a Saturday afternoon barbecue at Johnny's place. You see, Johnny used to be your stereotypical cowboy—always catching a ball game with a beer in one hand and a wrench in the other. If there was something to be fixed, Johnny was your man. The dude fixed my car more times than I can count and patched up my leaky roof like it was nothing. Heck, the guy was practically a walking Marlboro Man ad. But things have taken a wild turn, thanks to what scientists are calling "Second Puberty." I know, it sounds like a bad sci-fi movie, but it's a real thing. Apparently, some guys hit round two of puberty and, well, they turn into women. Muscles? Gone. Beard? History. In their place? Curves and, let's just say, assets that could rival any pin-up model. Johnny is still trying to be the same old cowboy he used to be. These days, though, he's doing it with a figure that looks like it jumped out of a country music video—in a way-too-tight tank top, a black bra peeking out, cut-off jean booty shorts, and a cowboy hat perched on a cascade of long blonde hair. It's worth mentioning that the guy could still probably out-grill half the neighborhood, but I swear, seeing him in that getup... I'm on my way over to Johnny's place, and I can't help but chuckle to myself. This is going to be one heck of a strange relationship from here on out. I sneak up behind him as he's flipping burgers on the grill. "What's up, dude?" I say, giving him a friendly jab in the ribs. Johnny literally jumps and almost sends the burgers flying. "What the hell, dude, you scared me!" I take a moment to catch my breath from laughing so hard. "Sorry, man, I mean, ma'am, I mean... What do you even go by now?" Johnny just rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath, probably a curse or two. "It's still Johnny, alright? Just because I've got... these," he gestures vaguely at his chest, "doesn't mean you get to mess with me." "Fair enough," I say, struggling to keep a straight face. "But seriously, how are things? Adjusting alright?" He takes off his hat and wipes his brow, exposing yet another contradiction—a rugged cowboy face topping a body that could sell out a Victoria's Secret catalog. "Honestly? It's kinda weird," he says. "The other day, I caught myself checking out my reflection in the hardware store window. And don't even get me started about shopping for bras..." I think I might pass out from trying so hard not to laugh. "C'mon, man, let’s at least get the burgers on the table before we dive into the adventures of lingerie shopping." Johnny shoots me a death glare but eventually cracks a smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just grab the buns, will ya?" We set the table, and as we dig into our burgers, I can't help but notice Johnny sneaking glances at the UPS guy making his rounds across the street. I smirk to myself. "You know, you can just admit if you like dudes now. I'll still be your friend." Johnny looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust. “Shut up, will you? A guy can't appreciate another guy's strong jawline?" I laugh so hard I nearly choke on my burger. "Oh man, Johnny. You really are the gift that keeps on giving." He smirks back at me. “Guess you’re stuck with me, cowboy boots and all.” It's a strange new world, but hey, if anyone can handle it, it's Johnny, the cowboy turned cowgirl. And if nothing else, at least the burgers are still amazing.
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