Waves of Acceptance
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It was a strange time, that was for sure. No one knew why, but for the past few years, baby boys were all that had been born. Scientists had thrown around all sorts of theories, but nothing concrete had come up. Then, they had this idea called the "gender wave," hoping it would help balance things out.
I never thought it would actually impact my life directly. That was until my best friend, Jake, was selected for the gender wave. The transformation was quick and seamless. One moment, he was Jake, the football-loving, bourbon-drinking guy I had known since kindergarten; the next, he was Jaquelyn, a ridiculously busty and curvy brunette who had taken an odd liking to makeup and manicures. Through it all, though, he was still Jake—just in a different package.
"Hey, Max," Jaquelyn greeted me, her voice a higher pitch but still retaining that playful tone I recognized. She gave a little shimmy that made me look away, blushing.
"Hey, Jaque," I replied, using the nickname she preferred after the change. "How's, uh, everything going?"
She laughed—a light, musical sound that contradicted the robust laughter of old Jake. "You know, same old, same old. Just trying to decide between red or pink nails today."
I chuckled nervously. "Definitely red. It's more... bold."
"Good call," she purred, heading to the nail polish rack. “How’s your day been?”
“It’s been alright,” I said, trying to play it cool. “Caught the game last night?”
Jaque turned to look at me with eyes that sparkled mischievously. “Of course, I did! Just because I’ve got these,” she gestured at her chest, “doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten my love for football.”
I laughed at that, feeling more at ease. “Yeah, I guess not. You’ve been handling this whole thing pretty well, huh?”
She shrugged and began applying the nail polish. “Why not? I mean, what’s the point in complaining? If I’m stuck like this, might as well make the most of it, right?”
I nodded, taking a seat next to her. “You know, you really do look good. I mean, not just adjusting well, but like... actually good.”
“Aww, you’re sweet,” she said, blowing on her nails as they dried. Then, she leaned in closer, giving me that playful, flirty look she’d adopted so well. “But no trying to date your best friend, alright?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Wouldn’t dream of it. You’re too high maintenance now,” I teased.
“Oh, whatever,” she rolled her eyes dramatically, though a smile played at the corners of her lips. “Speaking of high maintenance, I’ve got a hair appointment later. Wanna come with?”
“Seriously? You want me to go with you to the salon?” I asked, wide-eyed.
“Sure! It’ll be fun. Besides, you could use a trim,” she said, running a hand through my messy hair. “Come on, it'll be like old times."
“Fine, fine. I'll tag along,” I agreed, realizing this was just another way Jaque was trying to keep our friendship alive in this strange new world.
As we walked out of the house, side by side, I couldn't help but think about how well Jaquelyn had adjusted. There were still flashes of the old Jake—the love for sports, the appreciation for good booze—but this new side of her had opened up things I never would have imagined. And as crazy as it all was, I was glad my friend was dealing with the change so well.
"You know," I said, looking over at her, "I think we're going to be alright."
Jaque grinned, linking her arm through mine as we strolled down the street. "Of course we are, Max. We always have been."
And just as always, I was happy to have my best friend by my side, through thick and thin, no matter what strange turns life threw our way.
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, there was a strange thing happening in the world, for some reason for the past few years only boys were being born. Scientist haven’t been able to figure it out, but they’ve come up with a new idea. The gender wave, about 20 percent of men are going to become women. My friend became one of those men. He ended up getting a super busty and curvy brunette body. He also became super flirty and liked to flirt with me. He does keep lots of his normal personality though he still likes boobs, booze, and football, even in his new ultra busty and feminine frame. He also gets some feminine traits he loves getting his nails done and loves to put on makeup and do his hair as well, that's always a bit strange. Its great having such a hot but funny friend. It kills me when he tries to do impressions from his feminine body as well. It's a strange new world but I'm happy my friends dealing with this so well.
Response: It was a strange time, that was for sure. No one knew why, but for the past few years, baby boys were all that had been born. Scientists had thrown around all sorts of theories, but nothing concrete had come up. Then, they had this idea called the "gender wave," hoping it would help balance things out. I never thought it would actually impact my life directly. That was until my best friend, Jake, was selected for the gender wave. The transformation was quick and seamless. One moment, he was Jake, the football-loving, bourbon-drinking guy I had known since kindergarten; the next, he was Jaquelyn, a ridiculously busty and curvy brunette who had taken an odd liking to makeup and manicures. Through it all, though, he was still Jake—just in a different package. "Hey, Max," Jaquelyn greeted me, her voice a higher pitch but still retaining that playful tone I recognized. She gave a little shimmy that made me look away, blushing. "Hey, Jaque," I replied, using the nickname she preferred after the change. "How's, uh, everything going?" She laughed—a light, musical sound that contradicted the robust laughter of old Jake. "You know, same old, same old. Just trying to decide between red or pink nails today." I chuckled nervously. "Definitely red. It's more... bold." "Good call," she purred, heading to the nail polish rack. “How’s your day been?” “It’s been alright,” I said, trying to play it cool. “Caught the game last night?” Jaque turned to look at me with eyes that sparkled mischievously. “Of course, I did! Just because I’ve got these,” she gestured at her chest, “doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten my love for football.” I laughed at that, feeling more at ease. “Yeah, I guess not. You’ve been handling this whole thing pretty well, huh?” She shrugged and began applying the nail polish. “Why not? I mean, what’s the point in complaining? If I’m stuck like this, might as well make the most of it, right?” I nodded, taking a seat next to her. “You know, you really do look good. I mean, not just adjusting well, but like... actually good.” “Aww, you’re sweet,” she said, blowing on her nails as they dried. Then, she leaned in closer, giving me that playful, flirty look she’d adopted so well. “But no trying to date your best friend, alright?” I laughed, shaking my head. “Wouldn’t dream of it. You’re too high maintenance now,” I teased. “Oh, whatever,” she rolled her eyes dramatically, though a smile played at the corners of her lips. “Speaking of high maintenance, I’ve got a hair appointment later. Wanna come with?” “Seriously? You want me to go with you to the salon?” I asked, wide-eyed. “Sure! It’ll be fun. Besides, you could use a trim,” she said, running a hand through my messy hair. “Come on, it'll be like old times." “Fine, fine. I'll tag along,” I agreed, realizing this was just another way Jaque was trying to keep our friendship alive in this strange new world. As we walked out of the house, side by side, I couldn't help but think about how well Jaquelyn had adjusted. There were still flashes of the old Jake—the love for sports, the appreciation for good booze—but this new side of her had opened up things I never would have imagined. And as crazy as it all was, I was glad my friend was dealing with the change so well. "You know," I said, looking over at her, "I think we're going to be alright." Jaque grinned, linking her arm through mine as we strolled down the street. "Of course we are, Max. We always have been." And just as always, I was happy to have my best friend by my side, through thick and thin, no matter what strange turns life threw our way.
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