Title: "Reality Twisted: The Body Swap Remote"
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"Hey there, can you toss me a beer?" The voice belonged to my best friend Mark, but it was now distorted by the soft and sultry voice of a woman.
"Sure," I said, trying not to let my eyes dwell on the ample chest that protruded from a rainbow colored one-piece swimsuit.
"Thanks, buddy," Mark said, catching the can I tossed with a lady's soft, manicured hand. He popped the lid and took a long swig, then returned his attention to the pink iPhone on the pool table. "Damn, the Celtics are losing."
Still stunned, I asked, "You aren't feeling, I dunno, different?"
Mark looked at me, furrowing his now beautifully arched brows. "Different how so?"
"I mean, you don't feel out of sorts or anything looking at your body?" I prodded, gesturing vaguely towards his voluptuous form.
His red hair cascaded around his shoulders as he looked himself over. "Are you saying I should? Cause I feel just fine, if anything I feel fantastic – tons of energy, feeling good."
I was dumbfound. Of course, I should have expected as much; the reality remote didn’t just swap bodies, it twisted the fabric of reality itself. It made the new 'owners' believe they've always possessed the bodies they now inhabited.
"It's just... never mind" I replied, shaking my head.
Mark shrugged and glanced up at the overhead TV. "Okay, suit yourself. Now, stop distracting me from the game."
As the hours went by, I watched my masculine best friend enjoy a day poolside in a woman's body. It was surreal. He’d flex his long legs and adjust the straps of the one-piece from time to time, curling his red hair around a finger as he watched the game.
The remote was at the bottom of my pool bag, smashed beyond repair. The day was turning into a nightmare even though it started with so much promise. Now, the people I loved were living in bodies that weren’t theirs yet they didn’t even bat an eye. And all I could do was watch.
As the afternoon began to wane, I resolved myself to fix this whatever the cost. I was the one who screwed up by being careless with something as powerfully reality-altering as that remote. I was the only one who had the power to set things right again.
But first, I thought as I reached for a beer, I had a basketball game to finish with my friend – no matter what body he currently resided in.
"Think they'll pull this one out?" I asked Mark, nodding towards the TV.
He sighed, a despondent expression overtaking the alluring features of his face. "Doubt that. The game’s in the gutter."
I couldn't help but chuckle. Even as a curvaceous woman wearing rainbow colors, Mark was still good old Mark.
Maybe I could live with this reality for a little while longer.
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 there, can you toss me a beer?" The voice belonged to my best friend Mark, but it was now distorted by the soft and sultry voice of a woman. "Sure," I said, trying not to let my eyes dwell on the ample chest that protruded from a rainbow colored one-piece swimsuit. "Thanks, buddy," Mark said, catching the can I tossed with a lady's soft, manicured hand. He popped the lid and took a long swig, then returned his attention to the pink iPhone on the pool table. "Damn, the Celtics are losing." Still stunned, I asked, "You aren't feeling, I dunno, different?" Mark looked at me, furrowing his now beautifully arched brows. "Different how so?" "I mean, you don't feel out of sorts or anything looking at your body?" I prodded, gesturing vaguely towards his voluptuous form. His red hair cascaded around his shoulders as he looked himself over. "Are you saying I should? Cause I feel just fine, if anything I feel fantastic – tons of energy, feeling good." I was dumbfound. Of course, I should have expected as much; the reality remote didn’t just swap bodies, it twisted the fabric of reality itself. It made the new 'owners' believe they've always possessed the bodies they now inhabited. "It's just... never mind" I replied, shaking my head. Mark shrugged and glanced up at the overhead TV. "Okay, suit yourself. Now, stop distracting me from the game." As the hours went by, I watched my masculine best friend enjoy a day poolside in a woman's body. It was surreal. He’d flex his long legs and adjust the straps of the one-piece from time to time, curling his red hair around a finger as he watched the game. The remote was at the bottom of my pool bag, smashed beyond repair. The day was turning into a nightmare even though it started with so much promise. Now, the people I loved were living in bodies that weren’t theirs yet they didn’t even bat an eye. And all I could do was watch. As the afternoon began to wane, I resolved myself to fix this whatever the cost. I was the one who screwed up by being careless with something as powerfully reality-altering as that remote. I was the only one who had the power to set things right again. But first, I thought as I reached for a beer, I had a basketball game to finish with my friend – no matter what body he currently resided in. "Think they'll pull this one out?" I asked Mark, nodding towards the TV. He sighed, a despondent expression overtaking the alluring features of his face. "Doubt that. The game’s in the gutter." I couldn't help but chuckle. Even as a curvaceous woman wearing rainbow colors, Mark was still good old Mark. Maybe I could live with this reality for a little while longer.
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