Unraveled Stitches
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Title: Unraveled Stitches
"That's preposterous! They can't just let you go because of...this!" I gestured at the buxom figure lounging on my couch.
Joe, my best friend of ten years, poured himself another glass of rum and shrugged dismissively. His slightly tanned shoulders were bare under the straps of a white tank top. The boss apparently didn't fancy the idea of an automobile mechanic with a body that could make a Victoria's Secret model green with envy. That was the reality in the wake of The Great Shift. A cosmic event that swapped millions of bodies randomly, causing havoc that no government or society was prepared for.
"So, they're just going to let all that experience and skill go to waste?" I asked, slamming my fist down on the table.
"Even worse, they're reducing me to a status of cheap eye-candy, my friend." He patted his thick, slinky waves of black hair and added, "I guess they're onto something, huh?"
Instead of answering I laughed, nodding my head. What else could I say to that?
"You can stay here, Joe. I have a spare room and you're welcome to it until you figure things out."
"That's kind of you, Mark." His emerald eyes flicked towards me, heartfelt gratitude glinting within them.
I got him a job at my office, as my personal secretary. Not ideal, but it was what I could do under these circumstances. I wasn't expecting what happened next. The attention he gathered, amusing glances and subtle advances, even from Dave. Most annoying of all, the incessant complaints about uncomfortable lingerie.
"I swear this thing’s trying to slice me in half!" He complained, reaching behind to readjust the offending bra strap.
I couldn't help the chuckle that burst forth. The image of robust Joseph Carter, grease-streaked with a wrench in hand, juxtaposed with this sassy bombshell was a riot. But underneath the laughter, I felt a bloom of something else. The same person I'd considered a brother was suddenly enveloping my senses like a persistent dream.
"Mark," he lightly placed a manicured hand on my arm, "would you tell Dave to tone it down? It's getting creepy."
I assured him I would. We joked around, discussing old memories, but this new reality was subtly infusing a fresh thrill within it. The way laughter bubbled from his lips was both endearing and seductive. I made up my mind, I needed to ask him out.
"Joe," I interjected. His eyes fluttered towards me, the fluttering lashes casting mesmerizing shadows. My heart skipped a beat.
“Wanna go on a date tonight?”
Joe seemed surprised, but his lips slowly curved into a smile.
"I was wondering when you would ask," he admitted, his accent rolling off like molasses. My heart soared. Life was about to get much more interesting.
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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AI Prompts
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: Unraveled Stitches "That's preposterous! They can't just let you go because of...this!" I gestured at the buxom figure lounging on my couch. Joe, my best friend of ten years, poured himself another glass of rum and shrugged dismissively. His slightly tanned shoulders were bare under the straps of a white tank top. The boss apparently didn't fancy the idea of an automobile mechanic with a body that could make a Victoria's Secret model green with envy. That was the reality in the wake of The Great Shift. A cosmic event that swapped millions of bodies randomly, causing havoc that no government or society was prepared for. "So, they're just going to let all that experience and skill go to waste?" I asked, slamming my fist down on the table. "Even worse, they're reducing me to a status of cheap eye-candy, my friend." He patted his thick, slinky waves of black hair and added, "I guess they're onto something, huh?" Instead of answering I laughed, nodding my head. What else could I say to that? "You can stay here, Joe. I have a spare room and you're welcome to it until you figure things out." "That's kind of you, Mark." His emerald eyes flicked towards me, heartfelt gratitude glinting within them. I got him a job at my office, as my personal secretary. Not ideal, but it was what I could do under these circumstances. I wasn't expecting what happened next. The attention he gathered, amusing glances and subtle advances, even from Dave. Most annoying of all, the incessant complaints about uncomfortable lingerie. "I swear this thing’s trying to slice me in half!" He complained, reaching behind to readjust the offending bra strap. I couldn't help the chuckle that burst forth. The image of robust Joseph Carter, grease-streaked with a wrench in hand, juxtaposed with this sassy bombshell was a riot. But underneath the laughter, I felt a bloom of something else. The same person I'd considered a brother was suddenly enveloping my senses like a persistent dream. "Mark," he lightly placed a manicured hand on my arm, "would you tell Dave to tone it down? It's getting creepy." I assured him I would. We joked around, discussing old memories, but this new reality was subtly infusing a fresh thrill within it. The way laughter bubbled from his lips was both endearing and seductive. I made up my mind, I needed to ask him out. "Joe," I interjected. His eyes fluttered towards me, the fluttering lashes casting mesmerizing shadows. My heart skipped a beat. “Wanna go on a date tonight?” Joe seemed surprised, but his lips slowly curved into a smile. "I was wondering when you would ask," he admitted, his accent rolling off like molasses. My heart soared. Life was about to get much more interesting.
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