When Cheers Collide
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Title: When Cheers Collide
"Aw, fer Pete's sake, Joe, ain't this just a regular barrel o' laughs!" Jake drawled in his new lusciously-thick southern accent, leaning against the office desk in a way that had Dave, the office gawk, practically drooling.
He was still the same wise-cracking football fanatic I used to watch the Dallas Cowboys with, but my friendâs transformation had taken him from Carhartt denim to Cheerleader spandex! Two months after The Great Shift, Jake still couldn't unhitch himself from the surprisingly agile moves of his Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader body, and his daily complaints about lacy undergarments quickly turned into office hilarities.
"Landsakes alive, this dang bra feels tighter than a long-tail cat in a room full o' rockin' chairs," he grumbled, adjusting the bountiful chest that was now his to command (and consistently worry Dave into a hot flush).
"Yâknow Jake, bet youâd feel better if you let go of that ill-fitting bra," Michael jeered from the corner.
âWatch it, Mikey-boy, I've seen scarecrows with fuller field than them pea-shooters youâre carryinâ,â Jake retorted, making everyone within earshot dissolve into laughter.
Jake truly was the life of the party, the silver lining in the dry office documentation existence we led. His new feminine charm and old hearty spirit cooled off the worst office incompetences with spot-on hilarity, "Didn't ole Eric look like he was fixin' to flat line, gawkin' at me earlier? Did him a frightful favour by dropping that file near his desk. Lord! Boy can hoot and stammer!"
That evening, atthe sports bar, over the mouthwatering steaks and the electric rush of the Cowboys game, I felt the bond of our friendship tighten. Jake, cheerleader-body enveloping a football aficionadoâs spirit, was now the belle of the bar scene.
Jake passionately tossed his golden curls around when an umpire's call hurt us badly, "Oh foâ goodness' sake, ref! Yâall as blind as a mole. Ainât that a foul play?â His outrage over the call was so intense that it outshone the shimmer of the giant screen reflecting in his eyes.
Quick as a wink, he swished around in his chair to face me when the Cowboys scored a touchdown, âWell ain't that just peachy! Cowboys for life, sweetie!â
With a cheeky grin, he did a super-charged shoulder shimmy, invoking the Cowboys cheerleader spirit that belonged with his new body. By God! That was a sight for sore eyes. Once the laughter subsided and the game was over, I couldnât help but feel a hint of something more - beyond our usual âbeer buddiesâ camaraderie.
Looking at him, with his jubilant manner and infectious laughter, I realized there was no harm in being true to my feelings. Perhaps it was time for some honest-to-goodness courage. âJake, âbout I treat you to some Apple Pie Moonshine and Corn Dogs next time?â
Well, who said shiftin' bodies had to be all doom 'n' gloom? Certainly not our officeâs Southern Belle.
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 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 didnât think he could do it anymore since he was now in the body of a southern Dallas Cowboys cheerleader with a huge rack and a curvy blonde 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. Thereâs no doubt heâs 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 He also still has knowledge about sports which is great to talk about at work with him He also does impressions of all the guys gawking at him at the office Like Dave, Mike, Charles, and Eric he loves to impersonate them. He is quite fun now and makes my job a lot more fun too. 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 decided to take him to a sports bar that head good steak and good drinks. He ordered something fruity while I ordered a beer. The cowboys game came on and me and him got invested we complained about bad calls the refs were making and he even did a little shoulder shimmy touchdown celebration to make his two new big friends on his chest shimmy and jiggle like crazy. my friend in his southern belle form never lost his cheery and jokey personality, it made me fall in love with him more. Write my friends Dialogue with a southern Drawl.
Response: Title: When Cheers Collide "Aw, fer Pete's sake, Joe, ain't this just a regular barrel o' laughs!" Jake drawled in his new lusciously-thick southern accent, leaning against the office desk in a way that had Dave, the office gawk, practically drooling. He was still the same wise-cracking football fanatic I used to watch the Dallas Cowboys with, but my friendâs transformation had taken him from Carhartt denim to Cheerleader spandex! Two months after The Great Shift, Jake still couldn't unhitch himself from the surprisingly agile moves of his Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader body, and his daily complaints about lacy undergarments quickly turned into office hilarities. "Landsakes alive, this dang bra feels tighter than a long-tail cat in a room full o' rockin' chairs," he grumbled, adjusting the bountiful chest that was now his to command (and consistently worry Dave into a hot flush). "Yâknow Jake, bet youâd feel better if you let go of that ill-fitting bra," Michael jeered from the corner. âWatch it, Mikey-boy, I've seen scarecrows with fuller field than them pea-shooters youâre carryinâ,â Jake retorted, making everyone within earshot dissolve into laughter. Jake truly was the life of the party, the silver lining in the dry office documentation existence we led. His new feminine charm and old hearty spirit cooled off the worst office incompetences with spot-on hilarity, "Didn't ole Eric look like he was fixin' to flat line, gawkin' at me earlier? Did him a frightful favour by dropping that file near his desk. Lord! Boy can hoot and stammer!" That evening, atthe sports bar, over the mouthwatering steaks and the electric rush of the Cowboys game, I felt the bond of our friendship tighten. Jake, cheerleader-body enveloping a football aficionadoâs spirit, was now the belle of the bar scene. Jake passionately tossed his golden curls around when an umpire's call hurt us badly, "Oh foâ goodness' sake, ref! Yâall as blind as a mole. Ainât that a foul play?â His outrage over the call was so intense that it outshone the shimmer of the giant screen reflecting in his eyes. Quick as a wink, he swished around in his chair to face me when the Cowboys scored a touchdown, âWell ain't that just peachy! Cowboys for life, sweetie!â With a cheeky grin, he did a super-charged shoulder shimmy, invoking the Cowboys cheerleader spirit that belonged with his new body. By God! That was a sight for sore eyes. Once the laughter subsided and the game was over, I couldnât help but feel a hint of something more - beyond our usual âbeer buddiesâ camaraderie. Looking at him, with his jubilant manner and infectious laughter, I realized there was no harm in being true to my feelings. Perhaps it was time for some honest-to-goodness courage. âJake, âbout I treat you to some Apple Pie Moonshine and Corn Dogs next time?â Well, who said shiftin' bodies had to be all doom 'n' gloom? Certainly not our officeâs Southern Belle.
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