"Two Wives, One Dave: The Wishing Coin Mishap"
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"You won't believe the mess I've gotten myself into," I said to Dave as we sat in our usual spot at the pub.
Dave raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his beer. "This better not involve that wishing coin of yours again."
"Oh, it does. And let me tell you, âbe careful what you wish forâ is the understatement of the century," I replied with a chuckle. "So, you remember how I was always whining about how Jessica and I needed more time together, especially since she's been overloaded with work?"
"Yeah, you never shut up about it," Dave said. "So, what happened?"
"Well, in a moment of stress and pure idiocy, I wished for two wives," I said, leaning closer and lowering my voice.
Dave's eyes widened. "No way! That actually worked?"
"Worked? Oh, it worked alright. The coin gave me exactly what I wished for, but with a twisted twist, if you know what I mean," I said, shaking my head.
"You wished for two wives and got two? What's the problem then? Iâd have thought you'd be happier than a kid in a candy store," Dave said, a smirk forming on his face.
"Oh, I got two wives alright," I said. "But the second wifeâitâs..." I hesitated, then decided to just rip the band-aid off. "Itâs you!"
Dave snorted and nearly spit out his beer. "What? You're joking!"
"I'm dead serious. The coin turned you into an exact clone of Jessica. Red hair, curves, everything!" I said, waving my hands for emphasis. "You wear her clothes, complain about how heavy Jessica's, um, assets are while doing chores, and even gossip with my real wife. It's like watching âDesperate Housewivesâ but way weirder."
Dave burst out laughing and slapped his knee. "Me? As your wife? I'd make an amazing wife, by the way!"
"Trust me, you're surprisingly good at it. A bit too into wearing low-cut tops, though. You rock that green one with the plunging neckline like it's your new calling," I said, grinning.
"Well, if you've got it, flaunt it," Dave said, mimicking a hair flip and batting his eyelashes. "So now you've got two of me around the house? That sounds like a nightmare package deal."
"Oh, it's a mixed bag, alright," I said. "On one hand, having two beautiful redheads around isnât without its perks. On the other hand, things get really bizarre when one of them used to be my best mate."
"So, your clone-wife self actually enjoys house chores and gossip?" Dave asked, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Yep, oddly enough," I said. "Now, speaking of which, I need a beer refill. Hey, Wife Dave, can you get us some beers?" I called out, much to the amusement of the other pub-goers.
In response, out of nowhere, who should come strutting but Dave's cloneâmy new wifeâsporting that very same low cut green top. "Of course, darling!" he said in a high-pitched voice, doing an exaggerated hip sway on the way to the bar.
"So, thatâs my life now," I said to the real Dave.
"Dude, you need to get rid of that coin," Dave said, still laughing as his busty clone came back with the beers.
"Tell me about it," I sighed. "But for now, cheers to bizarre wishes and even more bizarre consequences."
"Cheers!" Dave said, clinking his glass with mine, which was a bit of a challenge as his cloneâum, wifeâtried to balance the beers with those new anatomical additions.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIâs 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 I tell my friend about the story Be careful what you wish for. Thatâs what I warn everyone before I tell you about my wishing coin story. Me and my wife had a good relationship but at times I felt she was overworked and wasnât giving me enough attention. So I wished I could have two wives. The wishing coin gave me exactly that. However, it twisted my wish. It turned my nest friend into an exact clone of my wife. Itâs a blessing and a curse, he isnât a bad wife but he definitely has a much more masculine personality compared to my wife which is odd. He seems to love having my wife's curvaceous and busty redheaded body. He wears low cut tops He complains about how heavy her breasts are while he does chores around the house. I've been shocked with how much gossip him and my real wife do now too. Things can get odd around the house now but having two babes around the house definitely has advantage even if one of them used to be a guy. I call my new wife to get us some beers and out he comes porting a green low cut top to show off his new "girls"
Response: "You won't believe the mess I've gotten myself into," I said to Dave as we sat in our usual spot at the pub. Dave raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his beer. "This better not involve that wishing coin of yours again." "Oh, it does. And let me tell you, âbe careful what you wish forâ is the understatement of the century," I replied with a chuckle. "So, you remember how I was always whining about how Jessica and I needed more time together, especially since she's been overloaded with work?" "Yeah, you never shut up about it," Dave said. "So, what happened?" "Well, in a moment of stress and pure idiocy, I wished for two wives," I said, leaning closer and lowering my voice. Dave's eyes widened. "No way! That actually worked?" "Worked? Oh, it worked alright. The coin gave me exactly what I wished for, but with a twisted twist, if you know what I mean," I said, shaking my head. "You wished for two wives and got two? What's the problem then? Iâd have thought you'd be happier than a kid in a candy store," Dave said, a smirk forming on his face. "Oh, I got two wives alright," I said. "But the second wifeâitâs..." I hesitated, then decided to just rip the band-aid off. "Itâs you!" Dave snorted and nearly spit out his beer. "What? You're joking!" "I'm dead serious. The coin turned you into an exact clone of Jessica. Red hair, curves, everything!" I said, waving my hands for emphasis. "You wear her clothes, complain about how heavy Jessica's, um, assets are while doing chores, and even gossip with my real wife. It's like watching âDesperate Housewivesâ but way weirder." Dave burst out laughing and slapped his knee. "Me? As your wife? I'd make an amazing wife, by the way!" "Trust me, you're surprisingly good at it. A bit too into wearing low-cut tops, though. You rock that green one with the plunging neckline like it's your new calling," I said, grinning. "Well, if you've got it, flaunt it," Dave said, mimicking a hair flip and batting his eyelashes. "So now you've got two of me around the house? That sounds like a nightmare package deal." "Oh, it's a mixed bag, alright," I said. "On one hand, having two beautiful redheads around isnât without its perks. On the other hand, things get really bizarre when one of them used to be my best mate." "So, your clone-wife self actually enjoys house chores and gossip?" Dave asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yep, oddly enough," I said. "Now, speaking of which, I need a beer refill. Hey, Wife Dave, can you get us some beers?" I called out, much to the amusement of the other pub-goers. In response, out of nowhere, who should come strutting but Dave's cloneâmy new wifeâsporting that very same low cut green top. "Of course, darling!" he said in a high-pitched voice, doing an exaggerated hip sway on the way to the bar. "So, thatâs my life now," I said to the real Dave. "Dude, you need to get rid of that coin," Dave said, still laughing as his busty clone came back with the beers. "Tell me about it," I sighed. "But for now, cheers to bizarre wishes and even more bizarre consequences." "Cheers!" Dave said, clinking his glass with mine, which was a bit of a challenge as his cloneâum, wifeâtried to balance the beers with those new anatomical additions.
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