"Unaware Transformation: Frank's Unintentional Beauty Makeover"
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I had been working on my transformation app for years, and after countless sleepless nights, gallons of coffee, and an embarrassing number of talking-to-myself incidents, I finally finished developing it. The pièce de résistance was the awareness slider, which allows me to make people aware or unaware of their changes.
The first order of business? Testing it on my unsuspecting friend, Frank. Frank fit the middle-aged-man stereotype to a T: balding, beer belly, and an unshakable love for the Denver Broncos. This was going to be one heck of an experiment.
I fiddled with the app, selected the transformation to a hot, busty blonde in red lingerie, and set the awareness slider to "unaware." Ready, set, transform!
I walked into the living room. There was Frank, or rather, a sexy blonde version of him, lounging on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. The transformation was flawless. Frank's new sultry body, clad in skimpy red lingerie, contrasted hilariously with his sport-induced nonchalance.
"Hey Frank," I called out, doing my best not to snort with laughter.
He glanced over at me, his thin eyebrows raised. "Wha’s up, Joe?"
Apparently, the transformation hadn’t dampened his thick Bronx accent. He turned back to his precious sports game. Unfazed, as if nothing had happened.
"Not much. What’s going on with the game?"
"Oh, ya know, same ol', same ol’," he said, waving a hand. Then, in an effortless flip, he switched to the news channel. The anchorwoman presented the latest headlines, her rack as prominent as Frank’s was now.
Frank commented, "Geez, look at the rack on that one. Almost got me beat!" He compared his own equally impressive bust and nodded in approval.
Struggling to hold back laughter, I said, "You think?"
He snorted. "Hey, look—a’ the weather woman's ass. Bet she turns a few heads, huh?"
I bit my lip; his new hourglass figure would have turned more heads. "Yeah, but I think your... form is even better," I said, barely containing my amusement.
Frank nodded thoughtfully, completely oblivious to my hidden meaning. He rose from the couch, announcing, "Gonna change. These clothes are gettin' tight."
I waited on the sofa, bursting with anticipation. When Frank emerged, I nearly lost it. He still wore his trusty Denver Broncos shirt, but now it was a women's cut, revealing his flat stomach and ample cleavage, some pink bra strap peeking out on the sides. His shorts had morphed into revealing cut-off booty shorts, showing off much more than anyone signed up to see.
"Lookin' good, Frank," I managed, biting my inner cheek to keep from howling with laughter.
"Thanks, Joe," he said, completely oblivious. "Y'know, these new cut shirts ain't half bad. Mighty comfortable. And these shorts," he put his hands on his hips, "I can feel the breeze better, ya know?"
Avoiding eye contact to keep from cackling, I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, a real breeze breakthrough."
Frank settled back into his seat, grabbing a bottle of beer. "Hey, you ever think 'bout goin' on one of these transformation thingies? Seems like all the rage nowadays," he said, sipping his drink.
Deep down, I knew I couldn’t leave him like this forever. But for now, I decided to let him enjoy his "new normal." I grinned, taking a seat next to him.
"Maybe I will, Frank. But first, I want to see if that weather woman has any competition today."
We both turned to the screen, and I couldn't help but marvel at my success. The app worked perfectly. As for whether or not I should tell Frank? Well, that’s a whole other story.
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: Write a story with dialogue where I had been working on my transformation app for years and I finally had finished my development of it. It could transform anyone into a different form. The best part is the awareness slider, I can make people aware or unsafe of their changes. I decided to test it on my friend. I changed his body in the body of a hot busty blonde babe in a red lingerie, but the best sort was I set the awareness setting to unaware. I went into the living room to see him in his sexy body still watching sports on TV. He flips into the news for a second and comments on the news anchors rack, which is similar to his own, he also likes the weather woman's ass which his own ass was much better than. His clothes also changed with the swap he goes to change and walks out in his old Denver Broncos shirt but now its in a women's cut that shows off his midriff and plenty of cleavage I even saw some of his pink bra strap. the shorts he wore were now cutoff booty shorts He thinks this is all normal and that he has always had this busty body. Give my friend a Middle aged man accent in his dialogue.
Response: I had been working on my transformation app for years, and after countless sleepless nights, gallons of coffee, and an embarrassing number of talking-to-myself incidents, I finally finished developing it. The pièce de résistance was the awareness slider, which allows me to make people aware or unaware of their changes. The first order of business? Testing it on my unsuspecting friend, Frank. Frank fit the middle-aged-man stereotype to a T: balding, beer belly, and an unshakable love for the Denver Broncos. This was going to be one heck of an experiment. I fiddled with the app, selected the transformation to a hot, busty blonde in red lingerie, and set the awareness slider to "unaware." Ready, set, transform! I walked into the living room. There was Frank, or rather, a sexy blonde version of him, lounging on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. The transformation was flawless. Frank's new sultry body, clad in skimpy red lingerie, contrasted hilariously with his sport-induced nonchalance. "Hey Frank," I called out, doing my best not to snort with laughter. He glanced over at me, his thin eyebrows raised. "Wha’s up, Joe?" Apparently, the transformation hadn’t dampened his thick Bronx accent. He turned back to his precious sports game. Unfazed, as if nothing had happened. "Not much. What’s going on with the game?" "Oh, ya know, same ol', same ol’," he said, waving a hand. Then, in an effortless flip, he switched to the news channel. The anchorwoman presented the latest headlines, her rack as prominent as Frank’s was now. Frank commented, "Geez, look at the rack on that one. Almost got me beat!" He compared his own equally impressive bust and nodded in approval. Struggling to hold back laughter, I said, "You think?" He snorted. "Hey, look—a’ the weather woman's ass. Bet she turns a few heads, huh?" I bit my lip; his new hourglass figure would have turned more heads. "Yeah, but I think your... form is even better," I said, barely containing my amusement. Frank nodded thoughtfully, completely oblivious to my hidden meaning. He rose from the couch, announcing, "Gonna change. These clothes are gettin' tight." I waited on the sofa, bursting with anticipation. When Frank emerged, I nearly lost it. He still wore his trusty Denver Broncos shirt, but now it was a women's cut, revealing his flat stomach and ample cleavage, some pink bra strap peeking out on the sides. His shorts had morphed into revealing cut-off booty shorts, showing off much more than anyone signed up to see. "Lookin' good, Frank," I managed, biting my inner cheek to keep from howling with laughter. "Thanks, Joe," he said, completely oblivious. "Y'know, these new cut shirts ain't half bad. Mighty comfortable. And these shorts," he put his hands on his hips, "I can feel the breeze better, ya know?" Avoiding eye contact to keep from cackling, I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, a real breeze breakthrough." Frank settled back into his seat, grabbing a bottle of beer. "Hey, you ever think 'bout goin' on one of these transformation thingies? Seems like all the rage nowadays," he said, sipping his drink. Deep down, I knew I couldn’t leave him like this forever. But for now, I decided to let him enjoy his "new normal." I grinned, taking a seat next to him. "Maybe I will, Frank. But first, I want to see if that weather woman has any competition today." We both turned to the screen, and I couldn't help but marvel at my success. The app worked perfectly. As for whether or not I should tell Frank? Well, that’s a whole other story.
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