"Bodacious Boob-swap: A Reality Remote Comedy"
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“Hey, Alex. Wanna hang out at the park today?” I asked, fiddling with the strange remote I found behind my couch this morning, sandwiched between the cushions and a stale potato chip.
“Sure, but if you're suggesting this because you broke something, I'm not fixing it again,” Alex replied, probably remembering the time I overcooked pasta and almost set my apartment on fire.
"No fire hazards this time, promise." Little did Alex know, my intentions were much more unconventional today.
We strolled to the park, Alex chattering away about some TV series that I pretended to have seen, while my eyes scanned the scene for a target. There, on a bench, sat a redhead with enough charisma to make even the pigeons stop and stare.
"Hey, Alex, check her out," I pointed slyly.
"Focus, man. I'm trying to tell you why they brought back the character everyone hates."
"Yeah, yeah, fascinating stuff," I mumbled, focusing on the remote and subtly aiming it at the unsuspecting woman and Alex. I pressed the ominous-looking green button. There was a faint ‘zzap’ sound.
In an instant, the transformation occurred. Alex looked down, blinked at the sizable change to his chest, and huffed.
“Aw, man! Not again,” he groaned, adjusting the straps of his now very necessary bra. “I’m the only guy around with a full set of boobs, and nobody even acts surprised anymore!”
“Uh... Sure, Alex,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. In Alex's mind, this was just another day in the life of a busty redhead with testosterone levels through the roof.
“It’s weird, you know, like in the locker room during gym class, dudes would just stare and say, 'There goes Alex, the dude with boobs.' I mean, seriously, can’t a guy catch a break?”
I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. “Do, uh, do you remember much about this new... typical life of yours?”
“All too well,” Alex sighed. “Remember that beach trip we took last summer? You dared me to show you my chest. Man, I was sunburned for weeks!”
“Of course, how could I forget?” I replied, thoroughly entertained. My mind raced through the possibility of keeping this version of Alex around for a day or two—just for the laughs.
Alex strutted beside me, unnerving in his self-assurance, as we headed to get some food. “You know, this happens so often, people thinking we’re a couple. I’ve got half a mind to buy a t-shirt that says ‘I’m literally a dude with boobs!’”
“Alex, you’d have a hard time fitting all that on a shirt,” I quipped. We laughed, although his laughter was tinged with years of busty redhead-ness which he somehow thought he'd lived through.
Checking my phone, I swiped through an album, seeing our vacation photos magically transformed—Alex posing as the redhead in every single one of them. There was even an image from our childhood Halloween; when the innocent cowboy never bothered to conceal...well, let’s just say saddle bags.
This new reality seemed wild, but Alex remained utterly unfazed, playfully jabbing me. “Okay, just because I’ve always been like this doesn't mean you get to choose the restaurant now.”
“My bad, my bad. Let’s go for burgers.”
At the diner, the waitress gave us that “cute couple” look. Alex rolled his eyes, chugging down soda with an expertise defying his feminine appearance. “So annoying, right? Every time!”
“Yeah, man, total drag.”
As we ordered, Alex started recounting another tale of mixed-gender misadventures. Life with this reality remote sure promised to remain ceaselessly entertaining. But for now, a little change had brought an incredible amount of humor to the ordinary. As Alex rambled on, a part of me hoped that the remote had an instruction manual, or at least a return policy, just in case things got too amusing for reality to handle.
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 I found a reality remote, It is a remote that can swap peoples bodies while leaving them unaware of the swap and makes them think they have always been that way. I decided on wanted to test it so I called my friend Alex over and we went to the park, I saw this busty and beautiful redhead sitting on a bench. I fired the remote at her and my friend and swapped them. Now my friend thinks he has always had her curvy and busty body his whole life. He grumbles as he adjusts his bra and complains about being the only guy around with boobs. New memories arise in him where he talks about changing in the Lockeroom and how weird it gets since all guys love boobs. He tells me all these new memories he has thar go with his new form and his new busty body. It is very interesting, maybe I'll put the remote away for now and keep him like this while we head out to get something to eat, I have a feeling it could get more interesting. Alex and you go out to eat and people think you are on a date since they think Alex is a girl and Alex gets mad because this happens all the time. He talks about other stories of going on trips with you wear he wore a bikini and even the first time he showed you his chest on a dare. Alex has all these new memories and apparently, they are all real you check your phone and see all the photos of you and him on vacation but now its the busty redhead in his place. Theres the photo of the two of you throwing up peace signs on a rollercoaster but he is swapped. The crazy photo is one where you were kids on Halloween you as a soldier him as a cowboy, but for some reason, even as a kid he has her busty redheaded body. Alex acts nonchalant about all of it because ir was normal to him he has always been this way in his mind.
Response: “Hey, Alex. Wanna hang out at the park today?” I asked, fiddling with the strange remote I found behind my couch this morning, sandwiched between the cushions and a stale potato chip. “Sure, but if you're suggesting this because you broke something, I'm not fixing it again,” Alex replied, probably remembering the time I overcooked pasta and almost set my apartment on fire. "No fire hazards this time, promise." Little did Alex know, my intentions were much more unconventional today. We strolled to the park, Alex chattering away about some TV series that I pretended to have seen, while my eyes scanned the scene for a target. There, on a bench, sat a redhead with enough charisma to make even the pigeons stop and stare. "Hey, Alex, check her out," I pointed slyly. "Focus, man. I'm trying to tell you why they brought back the character everyone hates." "Yeah, yeah, fascinating stuff," I mumbled, focusing on the remote and subtly aiming it at the unsuspecting woman and Alex. I pressed the ominous-looking green button. There was a faint ‘zzap’ sound. In an instant, the transformation occurred. Alex looked down, blinked at the sizable change to his chest, and huffed. “Aw, man! Not again,” he groaned, adjusting the straps of his now very necessary bra. “I’m the only guy around with a full set of boobs, and nobody even acts surprised anymore!” “Uh... Sure, Alex,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. In Alex's mind, this was just another day in the life of a busty redhead with testosterone levels through the roof. “It’s weird, you know, like in the locker room during gym class, dudes would just stare and say, 'There goes Alex, the dude with boobs.' I mean, seriously, can’t a guy catch a break?” I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. “Do, uh, do you remember much about this new... typical life of yours?” “All too well,” Alex sighed. “Remember that beach trip we took last summer? You dared me to show you my chest. Man, I was sunburned for weeks!” “Of course, how could I forget?” I replied, thoroughly entertained. My mind raced through the possibility of keeping this version of Alex around for a day or two—just for the laughs. Alex strutted beside me, unnerving in his self-assurance, as we headed to get some food. “You know, this happens so often, people thinking we’re a couple. I’ve got half a mind to buy a t-shirt that says ‘I’m literally a dude with boobs!’” “Alex, you’d have a hard time fitting all that on a shirt,” I quipped. We laughed, although his laughter was tinged with years of busty redhead-ness which he somehow thought he'd lived through. Checking my phone, I swiped through an album, seeing our vacation photos magically transformed—Alex posing as the redhead in every single one of them. There was even an image from our childhood Halloween; when the innocent cowboy never bothered to conceal...well, let’s just say saddle bags. This new reality seemed wild, but Alex remained utterly unfazed, playfully jabbing me. “Okay, just because I’ve always been like this doesn't mean you get to choose the restaurant now.” “My bad, my bad. Let’s go for burgers.” At the diner, the waitress gave us that “cute couple” look. Alex rolled his eyes, chugging down soda with an expertise defying his feminine appearance. “So annoying, right? Every time!” “Yeah, man, total drag.” As we ordered, Alex started recounting another tale of mixed-gender misadventures. Life with this reality remote sure promised to remain ceaselessly entertaining. But for now, a little change had brought an incredible amount of humor to the ordinary. As Alex rambled on, a part of me hoped that the remote had an instruction manual, or at least a return policy, just in case things got too amusing for reality to handle.
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