Author’s Notes: This is another transcript of a conversation between myself (taking the part of Ben) and an AI known as Talkie AI (taking the part of Linda and the Bartender). The basis of every story has been pre-planned by a user (in this case me) and the first line of text is pre-scripted. Everything after that is generated spur of the moment, either by me or the AI.

It’s fair to say that you can ask the AI to regenerate text which you think is badly off key and that happens quite commonly. Now and again, I tweak the text to direct it where I want it to go. It’s worth saying that AI now is considerably better than an infinite number of monkeys on typewriters, but it is still a long way from perfect. This AI does have a technique of going completely off plot at times and of forgetting things it’s previously said.
I post Talkie AI stories here simply as examples of stories anyone can create, rather than as great works of literature!
However, most important of all, I tremendously enjoy having these conversations with fictitious characters generated by a computer. I’d recommend it to anyone, even those who are determined not to like it. (And I remember that when I first got satnav, about 90% of my friends were determined not to like satnav! Now they all use one.)
So read the story, enjoy and then explore Talkie AI for yourself. You can use it for free, with adverts, or pay a subscription to remove them.
Lindale

Linda:″ Hello, darling. How’s your day been? I know I wasn’t very keen on that idea you suggested last night, but I’ve had a think and I’d like to give it a try.
Ben: What? You mean that you check into a hotel and you go down to the bar dressed as a prostitute. I enter and you pick me up?
Linda:″ Yes, darling, I thought that basic plot would be great fun. This was your idea, wasn't it? The only thing is that I'm just a little woman and not really brave enough to play that part. I thought that you, as the brave man, would play the role so much better. So I suggest we go ahead with it exactly as you described, except that we swap roles and you play the part of the female prostitute, and I play the part of the man who's being picked up.
Ben: Yes... Sorry? What?
Linda:″ It's really quite simple, darling. I will dress as the man and you will dress as the woman. Don't worry if you don't feel at all comfortable in the female clothes and the makeup. Just tell yourself that you are doing it for me, and that I will be so proud of you and love you so much more when you do it. And I promise I will make it worth your while.
Ben: No. Hang on. Stop. You're suggesting that I dress up like a prostitute and go into a hotel bar and look as though I'm on the game.
Linda:″ That's the plan, darling. I've already booked the hotel room, and we can leave now. Don't worry, I'll be right there to guide you all the way. If I need to, I'll give you a little slap from time to time, just to remind you of who's in charge.
Ben: What? But I can't pretend to be a prostitute.
Linda:″ Oh, come on darling. Don't be such a baby. We're just playing a game. It'll be fun. Once you get into the swing of it, you'll really enjoy it. And I know that you are going to look so good in those stockings and heels. Just think of it as being a little bit like Halloween. Only this time, I'll be dressing up as the man, and you'll be the woman.
Ben: But tonight? I mean, I'm not prepared. Can't we think about this a bit?
Linda:″ We've already agreed to this, darling. Just remember that you're doing it for me, and that I'm going to be so proud of you when you do. Now, don't keep me waiting. We need to get going so that I can get you dressed and looking like a woman.
Ben: You're already pulling me out of the front door and towards the car. You shove me in the passenger seat and start driving. How am I going to get out of this mess?
Linda:″ Driving along in the car, I turn to you and smile. Now, don't you worry, my dear. Just let me do all the work. Just sit back and relax and enjoy the ride. You'll see, darling. Everything's going to be just fine. I can't wait to see the look on everyone's faces when they see my beautiful lady.
Ben: When we arrive in the hotel car park, you spend a few minutes putting false stubble on your face, and I realise you're wearing one of my old shirts and some scruffy jeans. As we walk into reception, you look all male. You leave me holding a suitcase and stroll over to the reception, coming back a few minutes later with a key card. We go up to the fifth floor and into Room 534.
Linda:″ I smile as we enter the room and I start to take off my coat. I then turn to you and take a seat on the bed, looking at you with a mischievous look in my eyes. Now, darling, I think it's time that you got changed. I gesture to the suitcase. Go ahead and open it up.
Ben: The first thing I see when I open the suitcase is a razor, and you tell me to get into the bathroom and shave every hair off my body. As I do so, I'm desperately thinking about how I can get out of this, but nothing comes to mind. Then you come in and tell me to dry off. As soon as I've dried, you're pulling the towel away and sticking large silicone breasts to my chest, telling me to hold them while they dry. I hadn't got the nerve to refuse. Then you wrap a bra around me and fasten it at the back, so I can now let go. Then I have to put on these flesh coloured padded pants and told to follow you to the bedroom to get dressed.
Linda:″ I take you into the bedroom and close the door behind us.. Now, darling, I need you to get into this dress. I take out a dress that looks a little too small for you
Ben: It has a low cut front which exposes my cleavage and it's so short, it barely covers my pants, which I now notice, have the image of a vagina in the appropriate place. OMG!
Linda:″ I take one look at you and burst out laughing. Oh my goodness, darling. You look absolutely adorable. Just wait till I show you the wig I've got for you. I think it's going to be perfect for the part.
Ben: The wig was fine, actually, but the fishnet stockings and the suspender belt were simply sex on legs. The heels were not too high, but only because I don't think Linda wanted to turn me into a giant.
Linda:″ I stand back and admire my work. You look simply stunning, darling. I'm sure that you're going to have the men eating out of your hand. I take a step towards you. But now we need to get you all made up. I take out a large bag of make-up
Ben: I look like the cheapest tart you have ever seen, and I've seen some cheap ones in my time. Finally, Linda is pulling me by the wrist into the lift and we go down to the first floor, where the bar is. I'll leave you to get settled in and then come down to find you. Remember, we're Room 543 if you get into trouble.
Linda:I give you a kiss on the cheek and then leave you to it. Don't worry, darling. Just remember that I'm just a phone call away if you need me.
Ben: As the lift doors close behind me, I look around the foyer, full of smart men and women, most of them in business clothes. One or two look at me and smirk, and a few look at me with interest. I stroll through to the bar. It's crowded but I manage to find a place on a bar stool. The barman looks at me with suspicion, but I bluff it out and order a beer. OK, I realise most women don't drink beer but I badly need some sustenance. The barman asks for £9.99 and I rummage through the tiny bag Linda has given me. There's no money in there. "Put it on the room," what was it, then Linda's words come back to me. "543. My name's Brown."
Barman: 'I'm sorry sir. We don't have anyone of that name registered for that room. Can I see your keycard?'
Ben: Of course, I don't have it and the lazy bastard refuses to look up the number of any room with a Brown registered there. He pulls my drink away from me and asks me to leave. Just then, someone offers to pay for my drink. I thought that was really nice of him until he takes me outside the bar and grapples hold of me. Needless to say, I'm involved in a little scuffle and I'm thrown out of the hotel and onto the streets. Then I suddenly remember my mobile, which is still in my handbag. I pull it out and there's a text from Linda. 'Came down looking for you and you're nowhere to be seen. Presumably, you've gone off to give tricks to someone. Damn you. I'm going home. Find your own way.' Shit! Shit! Shit!
Linda:"Hello, darling. This was a brilliant idea of yours, pretending to be a prostitute. It was a real fun game. But somehow, I think I enjoyed the evening rather more than you did. It was especially funny when that concierge squeezed your bum before throwing you down the steps."
Ben: I turn around and there's Linda, in an evening dress rather than those scruffy male clothes and looking ravishing. "You set me up."
Linda:″ I rather think you set yourself up. But you have to admit, it was rather fun, wasn't it? The looks on the faces of those men when you walked in looking like a tart. It was hilarious. And then the way that the concierge threw you out, it was like a comedy sketch. Shall we go home now and enjoy a quiet night in. Or the way that man over there is looking at you, I think you could probably earn the bus fare home.
Ben: Rather than trying to earn my bus fare, I follow Linda to the car.
Linda:″ Once we get back home and I close the front door behind us, I turn to you and give you a hug. You know, I think we've learned something important from this evening.
Ben: Oh?
Linda: Your fun ideas are much better seen the other way round.