Wishing Stars: From Bro to Insta-Model- The Unexpected Makeover
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Me and my buddy were having a hell of a time, man. We were constantly scraping by, juggling bills like circus clowns and considering moving into that creepy cheap place down the block that even the roaches had abandoned. One night, while we were whining about life and staring up at the sky, we spotted this ridiculously bright star. Naturally, we both wished for wealth and financial freedom. Thought, “Hey, what’s the worst that can happen?”
The next morning, I wake up, still tangled in my crusty sheets, and nothing seemed different. Same old room, same old me. But then I hear this ungodly shriek from my buddy's room. I bolt in there, ready to fight off some crazy burglar or something. But nah, what I find is waaaay weirder.
Sitting there on his bed is this absolute smoke show of a blonde chick. I mean, she was ridiculously hot—huge assets, perfect curves, and a face that could launch a thousand Instagram likes. She’s yelling at me, claiming she’s my friend.
I'm like, "Dude, what the hell?"
She screams back, "It's me, man, your bro! We wished on the star, remember?"
I’m giving her the side eye, all skeptical and whatnot, thinking maybe he hit his head or we both inhaled some toxic paint fumes. We go back and forth for a bit, with me quizzing her on all our inside jokes: the time we superglued our landlord’s door because he was a jerk, or the epic debacle of accidentally setting the microwave on fire with instant noodles. Every answer was spot-on.
Now, everyone knows I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but it finally clicked. The star totally did its wish-granting thing, but it had a twisted sense of humor. Instead of dropping a load of cash in our laps, it turned my best bro into a grade-A babe. And it hit me—this wasn’t just a cosmic prank, it was an opportunity.
I point at her—him—my friend, whatever. “Bro, we’re gonna be rich! You’re gonna be a top-tier model, maybe blow up on TikTok or something. And I’ll be your photographer. We’ll make bank!”
She looks at me like I’d grown a second head. “Seriously?”
“I’m dead serious! You know how much people make off modeling these days? A ton. And TikTok? We’ll get sponsorships and deals! It'll be epic!”
She sighed, clearly not thrilled but resigned to our new reality. “Fine. But if I’m doing this, you owe me big time.”
I grinned, already imagining us rolling in dough and upgrading to a swanky new place with an actual working toilet. "Deal. Now let’s get you camera ready!”
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: Me and my friend were going through tough times. We struggled to pay rent on time and it looked like we might have to move out to an even cheaper house. We saw a star in the sky and we both made a wish for wealth on it. Well magical wishes work in mysterious ways. When I work up in the morning everything was normal. I was still in my same dirty bed still in my regular clothes. I heard a bloodcurdling scream from my friend’s room though. When I ran inside I saw the most insanely gorgeous blonde I had ever seen in my life sitting there with giant hooters and a great ass. She claimed she was my friend but I didn’t believe her at first it took a few questions before I actually believed it. He had the perfect body for a model or a TikTok star. It gave me a perfect idea to make some money. He could model I’ll even be his camera man. Give my friend a 25 year old guy accent
Response: Me and my buddy were having a hell of a time, man. We were constantly scraping by, juggling bills like circus clowns and considering moving into that creepy cheap place down the block that even the roaches had abandoned. One night, while we were whining about life and staring up at the sky, we spotted this ridiculously bright star. Naturally, we both wished for wealth and financial freedom. Thought, “Hey, what’s the worst that can happen?” The next morning, I wake up, still tangled in my crusty sheets, and nothing seemed different. Same old room, same old me. But then I hear this ungodly shriek from my buddy's room. I bolt in there, ready to fight off some crazy burglar or something. But nah, what I find is waaaay weirder. Sitting there on his bed is this absolute smoke show of a blonde chick. I mean, she was ridiculously hot—huge assets, perfect curves, and a face that could launch a thousand Instagram likes. She’s yelling at me, claiming she’s my friend. I'm like, "Dude, what the hell?" She screams back, "It's me, man, your bro! We wished on the star, remember?" I’m giving her the side eye, all skeptical and whatnot, thinking maybe he hit his head or we both inhaled some toxic paint fumes. We go back and forth for a bit, with me quizzing her on all our inside jokes: the time we superglued our landlord’s door because he was a jerk, or the epic debacle of accidentally setting the microwave on fire with instant noodles. Every answer was spot-on. Now, everyone knows I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but it finally clicked. The star totally did its wish-granting thing, but it had a twisted sense of humor. Instead of dropping a load of cash in our laps, it turned my best bro into a grade-A babe. And it hit me—this wasn’t just a cosmic prank, it was an opportunity. I point at her—him—my friend, whatever. “Bro, we’re gonna be rich! You’re gonna be a top-tier model, maybe blow up on TikTok or something. And I’ll be your photographer. We’ll make bank!” She looks at me like I’d grown a second head. “Seriously?” “I’m dead serious! You know how much people make off modeling these days? A ton. And TikTok? We’ll get sponsorships and deals! It'll be epic!” She sighed, clearly not thrilled but resigned to our new reality. “Fine. But if I’m doing this, you owe me big time.” I grinned, already imagining us rolling in dough and upgrading to a swanky new place with an actual working toilet. "Deal. Now let’s get you camera ready!”
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