"Touchdowns and Tangles: The Curious Case of the Southern Belle in the Corner Office"
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"Darlin', I swear these things are more trouble than they're worth," he drawled one day, hands on his hips as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His bra strap had slipped down his shoulder again and he didn't seem to have the courage to put it back into place.
"And I'm tellin' ya, I've caught Dave checkin' out my backside more than once," he continued, hooking a thumb over his shoulder towards the faint reflection of his new curves in the mirror. "I didn't think I'd have to worry about dealin' with somethin' like that in the office, of all places."
That night, as I decided to ask him out on a date, I found him already settled down in the living room. The sports channel was on, a Cowboys game just starting, and he looked up with a grin when I walked in.
"Y'all up for some cowboy action?" he called, already invested in the game.
"I was actually thinking more like a date," I stammered out, suddenly losing my nerve. But he just laughed, his new blonde curls bobbing with the motion.
"Well aren't you just sweet as pie?" He said, patting the spot next to him. "C'mon, sit down, darlin'. We've got a game to watch."
So I sat down, and we watched the game. He yelled at bad calls, cheered when his team scored, even doing a little shoulder shimmy in celebration that made his new gifts jiggle.
Halfway through, he turned to me and said, still in that southern drawl, "Just so you know, I ain't opposed to that date idea of yours. But tonight, we watch football. This cheerleader ain't missin' her team's game."
As for the drinks afterward, he immediately ordered something fruity, saying it was the kind of drink his new body craved. I just laughed and ordered a beer. And as we sat there, talking about the game and making fun of Dave's shameless gawking, I found myself falling even more head over heels for my friend. His body might have changed, and his voice too, but he was still the same old friend I knew and loved. Even if he was now the hottest secretary in the office.
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 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 southern Dallas Cowboys cheerleader 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 He also does impressions of all the guys gawking at him at the office he is quite fun now and makes my job a lot more fun too. 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 decided to take him to a sports bar that head good steak and good drinks. He ordered something fruity while I ordered a beer. The cowboys game came on and me and him got invested we complained about calls and he even did a little shoulder shimmy touchdown celebration to make his two new big friends on his chest shimmy and jiggle like crazy. my friend in his southern belle form never lost his cheery and jokey personality, it made me fall in love with him more. Write my friends Dialogue with a southern Drawl.
Response: "Darlin', I swear these things are more trouble than they're worth," he drawled one day, hands on his hips as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His bra strap had slipped down his shoulder again and he didn't seem to have the courage to put it back into place. "And I'm tellin' ya, I've caught Dave checkin' out my backside more than once," he continued, hooking a thumb over his shoulder towards the faint reflection of his new curves in the mirror. "I didn't think I'd have to worry about dealin' with somethin' like that in the office, of all places." That night, as I decided to ask him out on a date, I found him already settled down in the living room. The sports channel was on, a Cowboys game just starting, and he looked up with a grin when I walked in. "Y'all up for some cowboy action?" he called, already invested in the game. "I was actually thinking more like a date," I stammered out, suddenly losing my nerve. But he just laughed, his new blonde curls bobbing with the motion. "Well aren't you just sweet as pie?" He said, patting the spot next to him. "C'mon, sit down, darlin'. We've got a game to watch." So I sat down, and we watched the game. He yelled at bad calls, cheered when his team scored, even doing a little shoulder shimmy in celebration that made his new gifts jiggle. Halfway through, he turned to me and said, still in that southern drawl, "Just so you know, I ain't opposed to that date idea of yours. But tonight, we watch football. This cheerleader ain't missin' her team's game." As for the drinks afterward, he immediately ordered something fruity, saying it was the kind of drink his new body craved. I just laughed and ordered a beer. And as we sat there, talking about the game and making fun of Dave's shameless gawking, I found myself falling even more head over heels for my friend. His body might have changed, and his voice too, but he was still the same old friend I knew and loved. Even if he was now the hottest secretary in the office.
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