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**Title: The Great Trait Swap Caper**
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Dave was, in many ways, your average guy—paying bills, forgetting birthdays, and finding joy in simple, everyday mischief. But today was different. Today, Dave had acquired something extraordinary: a sleek gadget that looked like a universal TV remote but claimed to do so much more. According to the suspiciously nondescript manual, it could swap physical traits between any two people, instantly and without warning. Dave's first thought? "This is going to be hilarious."
So, naturally, he called his best friend, Mike, over for what Mike believed would be their usual Saturday video game marathon.
"Hey, Mike, you ever wonder what it’d be like to have a woman’s--" Dave started, twirling the remote in his hand.
"Dude, what are you even talking about?" Mike interrupted, not looking away from the screen. He was too engrossed in blasting zombies to pay any attention to Dave's musings.
Without another word, Dave pointed the remote at the television, then at Mike in quick succession.
*Click!*
Mike suddenly paused the game and stared at his chest. "Dude... why do I feel so... front heavy?" His hands wandered down, feeling something soft and plush that wasn’t there before.
"Surprise!" Dave burst into laughter. There on Mike's chest were the ample assets of Jennifer, the barista from the local coffee shop.
Mike looked down in disbelief and muttered, "What. The. HELL?" He then caught a glimpse of a passing window and saw his reflection. "DUDE, these are... Jennifer's?" His voice went up an octave in shock and embarrassment.
"Absolutely," Dave said between fits of laughter.
Just then, Dave's sister Beth walked into the room, her long red hair bouncing as she moved. That gave Dave another idea.
*Click! Click!*
Beth's hair instantly shortened into a buzzcut, and outside in the garden, his brother, Jeff, suddenly flipped his head to find red locks swaying across his eyes.
"What on EARTH?!" Jeff shouted from outside. Meanwhile, Beth touched her now near-bald head, blinking in confusion.
"You are in SO much trouble," she hissed.
"Mom will sort it out," Dave chuckled, feeling unrestrained by Beth's glare. Speaking of which, he aimed the remote out the kitchen window where his mom and dad were having a conversation over coffee.
*Click!*
Dad's usually deep baritone voice transformed into a high-pitched sing-song, while Mom's pleasant, caring tone descended into a gravelly growl.
Dave's mom blinked, attempting to clear her throat, "What's wrong with my voice?" Her question sounded more like a bear trying to sing opera.
His dad held his throat, "Honey, did you swallow helium when I wasn’t looking?"
It was pandemonium. Pure, chaotic pandemonium, and Dave loved every second.
As if choreographed by fate, the television suddenly displayed the weather lady, Serena, standing next to the rotund anchorman, Bob.
Another wicked idea formed in Dave's head. *Click!*
Serena's beautifully sculpted head now adorned Bob’s portly frame, while Bob’s balding, round head miraculously floated atop Serena’s hourglass body. The newsroom seemed puzzled as Serena continued with the forecast in Bob's gruff voice, and Bob—now with plush lips—struggled to summarize local news without bursting into nervous, high-pitched giggles.
Mike, cross-armed and jiggling indignantly, confronted Dave. "This has to stop. Like, right now!" But it was hard to take Mike seriously when he had a busty chest that defied gravity.
Dave, clutching his stomach from laughing too hard, managed to say, "Alright, alright! I'll fix it before anyone else realizes."
With a swift series of clicks, he swapped everyone back—mostly. He might have left his dad with his mom’s voice just for the comedic value at family dinners. But that's beside the point.
Dave handed the remote to Mike, who immediately aimed and clicked. "And now, YOU know what it's like to have a chest like Jennifer's!"
Feeling the sudden weight on his chest, Dave's eyes widened. "Touché, Mike. Touché."
As they both stood there, experiencing firsthand the marvels of genetic mischief, they couldn't help but burst into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.
Maybe, just maybe, this was more fun than video games.
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 dialogue about a guy who gets a trait swap remote. It can swap parts of peoples bodies without them realizing it. He tries it out and swaps the chest of a busty women onto one of his male best friends. He swaps his sisters long red hair with his brothers short buzzcut. He swaps his moms caring high pitches voice with his dad deep baritone. He even swaps the heads of the curvy weatherwoman on tv with the fat bald anchorman. Write a story with a bunch of other sexy swaps like swapping women's breasts with guys and women's large asses with men as well.
Response: **Title: The Great Trait Swap Caper** --- Dave was, in many ways, your average guy—paying bills, forgetting birthdays, and finding joy in simple, everyday mischief. But today was different. Today, Dave had acquired something extraordinary: a sleek gadget that looked like a universal TV remote but claimed to do so much more. According to the suspiciously nondescript manual, it could swap physical traits between any two people, instantly and without warning. Dave's first thought? "This is going to be hilarious." So, naturally, he called his best friend, Mike, over for what Mike believed would be their usual Saturday video game marathon. "Hey, Mike, you ever wonder what it’d be like to have a woman’s--" Dave started, twirling the remote in his hand. "Dude, what are you even talking about?" Mike interrupted, not looking away from the screen. He was too engrossed in blasting zombies to pay any attention to Dave's musings. Without another word, Dave pointed the remote at the television, then at Mike in quick succession. *Click!* Mike suddenly paused the game and stared at his chest. "Dude... why do I feel so... front heavy?" His hands wandered down, feeling something soft and plush that wasn’t there before. "Surprise!" Dave burst into laughter. There on Mike's chest were the ample assets of Jennifer, the barista from the local coffee shop. Mike looked down in disbelief and muttered, "What. The. HELL?" He then caught a glimpse of a passing window and saw his reflection. "DUDE, these are... Jennifer's?" His voice went up an octave in shock and embarrassment. "Absolutely," Dave said between fits of laughter. Just then, Dave's sister Beth walked into the room, her long red hair bouncing as she moved. That gave Dave another idea. *Click! Click!* Beth's hair instantly shortened into a buzzcut, and outside in the garden, his brother, Jeff, suddenly flipped his head to find red locks swaying across his eyes. "What on EARTH?!" Jeff shouted from outside. Meanwhile, Beth touched her now near-bald head, blinking in confusion. "You are in SO much trouble," she hissed. "Mom will sort it out," Dave chuckled, feeling unrestrained by Beth's glare. Speaking of which, he aimed the remote out the kitchen window where his mom and dad were having a conversation over coffee. *Click!* Dad's usually deep baritone voice transformed into a high-pitched sing-song, while Mom's pleasant, caring tone descended into a gravelly growl. Dave's mom blinked, attempting to clear her throat, "What's wrong with my voice?" Her question sounded more like a bear trying to sing opera. His dad held his throat, "Honey, did you swallow helium when I wasn’t looking?" It was pandemonium. Pure, chaotic pandemonium, and Dave loved every second. As if choreographed by fate, the television suddenly displayed the weather lady, Serena, standing next to the rotund anchorman, Bob. Another wicked idea formed in Dave's head. *Click!* Serena's beautifully sculpted head now adorned Bob’s portly frame, while Bob’s balding, round head miraculously floated atop Serena’s hourglass body. The newsroom seemed puzzled as Serena continued with the forecast in Bob's gruff voice, and Bob—now with plush lips—struggled to summarize local news without bursting into nervous, high-pitched giggles. Mike, cross-armed and jiggling indignantly, confronted Dave. "This has to stop. Like, right now!" But it was hard to take Mike seriously when he had a busty chest that defied gravity. Dave, clutching his stomach from laughing too hard, managed to say, "Alright, alright! I'll fix it before anyone else realizes." With a swift series of clicks, he swapped everyone back—mostly. He might have left his dad with his mom’s voice just for the comedic value at family dinners. But that's beside the point. Dave handed the remote to Mike, who immediately aimed and clicked. "And now, YOU know what it's like to have a chest like Jennifer's!" Feeling the sudden weight on his chest, Dave's eyes widened. "Touché, Mike. Touché." As they both stood there, experiencing firsthand the marvels of genetic mischief, they couldn't help but burst into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. Maybe, just maybe, this was more fun than video games.
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