Unconventional Transitions
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Title: Unconventional Transitions
The day dawned crisp and bright, rather like any other day in the office. That was, until my buddy, Greg, strolled in, or rather, sashayed. Greg was a six-foot-two auto mechanic who now looked more like a voluptuous Southern Belle thanks to the "Great Shift", where three-quarters of the world switched bodies a few months back. Greg ended up in the body of a curvaceous Hooters’ waitress from Alabama, sporting a figure best described as a traffic-stopper.
"Dang it, Bill, this bra is givin’ me the itch," He drawled, fingering the satin contraption with obvious discomfort. "And I swear if that Dave keeps lookin' at me like I’m a juicy steak, I'm gonna go screwdriver happy on his head!"
"Small price to pay for being an office hottie, huh?" I chuckled. Yes, Greg was now, officially, the sexiest lady in the room, throwing everyone from nerdy Sanford to cocky Dan off their game, but his spirit hadn't changed. The tall tales of carburetors and night of poker games he used to weave with a bottle of beer in hand had now shifted to complaints about bras and tips on the best mascara brands.
"Wanna swap?" He retorted, adjusting his substantial chest beneath the crisp white blouse. "I swear, there ain’t no wrench handle as twisty and turny as this bra strap. Can hanker a man, it can."
"Well, I can help you, Greg," I said, sliding my glasses off and giving him a mock serious look. "A couple of drinks tonight, my treat?”
Greg paused, his hands on his ample hips. "Are you… askin’ me out, Bill?" His large blue eyes blinked as he tilted his head, a cascade of blonde curls tumbling on one side.
"Well…" I stammered, feeling my cheeks heat up. "More like, no-secretary-in-the-office-left-behind kinda thing."
"You're a hoot, Bill, never change." He chuckled, slapping his rounded thigh. "Alright, why not. Just make sure it ain’t no seafood joint. I've had my fill of fish and chips in all sense of the phrase in my previous life.”
We both burst into laughter, attracting the attention of Dave, who was passing by. His resentful glares only added to our joy.
Little did he know, even in the face of the 'Great Shift', the stunning blonde secretary he couldn’t keep his eyes off was just my good old auto mechanic friend, Greg, with a far sexier chassis. And, believe it or not, the comedic transformation hasn’t stopped him from still being the most beautiful woman in the office.
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.
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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 didn’t think he could do it anymore since he was now in the body of a southern Hooters waitress with a huge rack and a curvy 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. There’s no doubt he’s 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. 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 hope he says yes.
Response: Title: Unconventional Transitions The day dawned crisp and bright, rather like any other day in the office. That was, until my buddy, Greg, strolled in, or rather, sashayed. Greg was a six-foot-two auto mechanic who now looked more like a voluptuous Southern Belle thanks to the "Great Shift", where three-quarters of the world switched bodies a few months back. Greg ended up in the body of a curvaceous Hooters’ waitress from Alabama, sporting a figure best described as a traffic-stopper. "Dang it, Bill, this bra is givin’ me the itch," He drawled, fingering the satin contraption with obvious discomfort. "And I swear if that Dave keeps lookin' at me like I’m a juicy steak, I'm gonna go screwdriver happy on his head!" "Small price to pay for being an office hottie, huh?" I chuckled. Yes, Greg was now, officially, the sexiest lady in the room, throwing everyone from nerdy Sanford to cocky Dan off their game, but his spirit hadn't changed. The tall tales of carburetors and night of poker games he used to weave with a bottle of beer in hand had now shifted to complaints about bras and tips on the best mascara brands. "Wanna swap?" He retorted, adjusting his substantial chest beneath the crisp white blouse. "I swear, there ain’t no wrench handle as twisty and turny as this bra strap. Can hanker a man, it can." "Well, I can help you, Greg," I said, sliding my glasses off and giving him a mock serious look. "A couple of drinks tonight, my treat?” Greg paused, his hands on his ample hips. "Are you… askin’ me out, Bill?" His large blue eyes blinked as he tilted his head, a cascade of blonde curls tumbling on one side. "Well…" I stammered, feeling my cheeks heat up. "More like, no-secretary-in-the-office-left-behind kinda thing." "You're a hoot, Bill, never change." He chuckled, slapping his rounded thigh. "Alright, why not. Just make sure it ain’t no seafood joint. I've had my fill of fish and chips in all sense of the phrase in my previous life.” We both burst into laughter, attracting the attention of Dave, who was passing by. His resentful glares only added to our joy. Little did he know, even in the face of the 'Great Shift', the stunning blonde secretary he couldn’t keep his eyes off was just my good old auto mechanic friend, Greg, with a far sexier chassis. And, believe it or not, the comedic transformation hasn’t stopped him from still being the most beautiful woman in the office.
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