"A Transformation on a Sunny Afternoon"
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It was a sunny afternoon in 2022, and seven-year-old James was walking home alone for the very first time. His mom, Emma, had finally given him permission to do so. She was a young mother, only 23 years old, born on July 15, 1999. Emma was relatively petite, standing at 5'4" and weighing around 120 pounds. She had shoulder-length, light brown hair styled into loose waves and bright green eyes that always sparkled when she smiled. As James walked down the familiar streets, he felt both excited and apprehensive.
"Just a few more blocks," he thought, his small feet padding along the sidewalk.
Before long, James noticed a woman sitting on a bench beside the sidewalk. She was older, looking to be in her late thirties, with a weariness in her eyes that spoke of many hard years. Her name was Lisa; she was 38 years old, born on February 10, 1984. She was of average height, about 5'6", and though her frame was slightly gaunt, she appeared strong. She wore a bright red tank top paired with short denim shorts. On her feet were leather wedges that looked worn. Lisa’s hair, a messy cascade of blond curls, framed her face, and her pale blue eyes seemed to be searching for something far off in the distance.
As James walked closer, he noticed Lisa was carrying a small, tattered purse on her shoulder. She was holding an array of items in her hands: a broken lighter, a piece of burnt foil, and other feminine items such as a compact mirror, a lipstick, and a pack of tissues. The juxtaposition of these items against her rough appearance confused James.
Suddenly, he blinked, and when he opened his eyes, Lisa was gone. The bench lay empty except for the discarded items - the purse, the foil, and the leather wedges.
"Where did she go?" James wondered, a nervous flutter in his stomach. "Ew, I just wanna get home," he said aloud, quickening his pace.
As he hurried along, James suddenly tripped over something unseen, losing his shoes and socks in the process. His bare feet slipped into the oversized leather wedges. The worn shoes felt foreign and uncomfortable against his small feet.
“Ew, girly shoes like mommy wears!” he exclaimed, quickly kicking them off.
But as he did, a tingling sensation started in his toes, spreading up his feet. He watched in horror as his small, boyish feet began to stretch and age, becoming more feminine and mature. Each part of the transformation was slow and detailed; the nails grew longer and polished, the arches lifted, and his toes slimmed and refined.
“No, no, no, no! I don’t wanna be a girl!” James shouted, watching helplessly as his legs began to lengthen. His calves and thighs transformed, gaining a feminine contour and softening, changing in size and shape.
His torso and chest followed, his frame elongating as his hips widened. His chest swelled slightly, taking on a gentle curve that was unmistakably female. The muscles in his arms shifted, becoming more slender and delicate, his hands growing and refining in a similar feminine manner.
James’s head reshaped, his face becoming more angular yet soft. His light brown hair darkened into a deep blond, growing longer and beginning to curl like Lisa's. As his eyes changed from brown to a pale blue hue, his voice matured, taking on a soft, feminine quality though missing a few teeth.
The transformation culminated when his clothes transformed into the exact same outfit Lisa had worn: the bright red tank top and short denim shorts. He felt a strange deja vu, yet the memories of being James started to blur and fade, replaced by Lisa’s memories. By the end, he was no longer James but the homeless woman, Lisa.
Lisa blinked in confusion, looking down at herself. She began to tally her possessions. “Why am I barefoot?” she muttered, now aware that much of her prior belongings were missing. She searched around and found her old wedges and purse along with the burnt foil and other feminine items.
Sitting down on the bench, she carefully placed the first leather wedge on her foot, sliding it in with precision, then followed with the second, paying close attention to each step of the process. Once her feet were securely in the wedges, she stood up, walking with a practiced, confident pace.
Spying her purse, Lisa quickly shoved all her items inside. Fishing out her cracked phone, she checked the time and then freaked out. "Oh shit, it's almost eight, I better hurry before Walmart closes. I need more foil 'cause I need some more fentanyl. I don't care, I ain't paying neither. I dare a bitch to touch me! I may be 38 years old, my street name is Crystal 'cause I steal from people. I'm homeless, but I've been arrested in the past. Don't fuck with me. I've been homeless for five years; I just don't give a damn anymore. I just stabbed another woman on the streets last week for her stash."
Without another thought to who she used to be, Lisa hurried off, the weight of her past and the remnants of James’s existence fading into the oblivion of her new reality.
This story was generated by user manemansteve with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: story about 7 year old James in the year 2022 walking home alone for the first time with permission from his young mom. Include his mom's name and age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have him see a homeless woman wearing a tank top, short shorts and leather wedges with a description of the whole outfit. Include the woman's name, age being 15+ years older than his mom, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have her be carrying a purse on her shoulder and have her be holding things in her hands a homeless woman might hold with a description of the feminine items and a lighter and burnt foil and other nasty stuff. Have him blink and suddenly no longer see the woman but have him see the purse and the foil and leather wedges and other feminine items and the other nasty stuff with the nasty stuff mentioned. Have the boy get confused and nervous as he walked by and have him say ew I just wanna get home and have it be in quoted text. Have him suddenly trip over something causing him to lose his shoes and socks somehow and have his feet slip into the leather wedges and have him get grossed out and saying ew girly shoes like mommy wears and have it be in quoted text kicking them off. Have his feet start tingling cracking and aging feminizing and maturing into female feet with a slow very detailed step by step description of it happening. Have him freak out as his legs lengthened and feminized and matured with a slow very detailed step by step description of it happening. Have him say no no no no i don't wanna be a girl and have it be in quoted text. Have his torso and chest feminize and mature with a slow very detailed step by step description of it happening. Have his arms and hands feminize and mature with a slow very detailed step by step description of it happening. Have his head and hair feminize and mature changing hair color and eye color as his voice matured into a female but with missing teeth with a slow very detailed step by step description of it happening. Have the same outfit the homeless woman was wearing earlier form on him with a detailed description of it happening with the color of the outfit mentioned and be consistent in the story. Have his memories start changing and maturing and hardening until he only remembered being the homeless woman minus her purse and stuff and wedges. Have the homeless woman blink in confusion as she looked down at herself and noticed she was missing stuff. Have her say why am I barefoot and have it be in quoted text adding more words to the quoted text to show her confusion. Have her go over to her leather wedges sitting down. Have her put the first one on her foot with a slow very detailed description of her doing it step by step. Have her put the next one on her other foot with a detailed description of her doing it step by step. Have her spot her purse and foil and have her now walk effortlessly and fast in the wedges with a detailed description of how she walked and what she did. Have her pick up her foil and her other feminine items from earlier being consistent with what they are shoving all of them in her purse. Have her pull her cracked phone out to check what time it is freaking out. Have her say oh shit it's almost ____ i better hurry before Walmart closes i need more foil cause i need some more fent _____ i don't care i ain't paying neither i dare a bit___ to touch me i may be __ years old my street name is ____ cause i ____ i'm homeless but i've _____ in the past don't fuck with me i've been homeless for __ years i just don't give a ___ anymore i just ____ another woman on the streets last week for _____ and have it be in quoted filling in the blanks having no memory of who she used to be.
Response: It was a sunny afternoon in 2022, and seven-year-old James was walking home alone for the very first time. His mom, Emma, had finally given him permission to do so. She was a young mother, only 23 years old, born on July 15, 1999. Emma was relatively petite, standing at 5'4" and weighing around 120 pounds. She had shoulder-length, light brown hair styled into loose waves and bright green eyes that always sparkled when she smiled. As James walked down the familiar streets, he felt both excited and apprehensive. "Just a few more blocks," he thought, his small feet padding along the sidewalk. Before long, James noticed a woman sitting on a bench beside the sidewalk. She was older, looking to be in her late thirties, with a weariness in her eyes that spoke of many hard years. Her name was Lisa; she was 38 years old, born on February 10, 1984. She was of average height, about 5'6", and though her frame was slightly gaunt, she appeared strong. She wore a bright red tank top paired with short denim shorts. On her feet were leather wedges that looked worn. Lisa’s hair, a messy cascade of blond curls, framed her face, and her pale blue eyes seemed to be searching for something far off in the distance. As James walked closer, he noticed Lisa was carrying a small, tattered purse on her shoulder. She was holding an array of items in her hands: a broken lighter, a piece of burnt foil, and other feminine items such as a compact mirror, a lipstick, and a pack of tissues. The juxtaposition of these items against her rough appearance confused James. Suddenly, he blinked, and when he opened his eyes, Lisa was gone. The bench lay empty except for the discarded items - the purse, the foil, and the leather wedges. "Where did she go?" James wondered, a nervous flutter in his stomach. "Ew, I just wanna get home," he said aloud, quickening his pace. As he hurried along, James suddenly tripped over something unseen, losing his shoes and socks in the process. His bare feet slipped into the oversized leather wedges. The worn shoes felt foreign and uncomfortable against his small feet. “Ew, girly shoes like mommy wears!” he exclaimed, quickly kicking them off. But as he did, a tingling sensation started in his toes, spreading up his feet. He watched in horror as his small, boyish feet began to stretch and age, becoming more feminine and mature. Each part of the transformation was slow and detailed; the nails grew longer and polished, the arches lifted, and his toes slimmed and refined. “No, no, no, no! I don’t wanna be a girl!” James shouted, watching helplessly as his legs began to lengthen. His calves and thighs transformed, gaining a feminine contour and softening, changing in size and shape. His torso and chest followed, his frame elongating as his hips widened. His chest swelled slightly, taking on a gentle curve that was unmistakably female. The muscles in his arms shifted, becoming more slender and delicate, his hands growing and refining in a similar feminine manner. James’s head reshaped, his face becoming more angular yet soft. His light brown hair darkened into a deep blond, growing longer and beginning to curl like Lisa's. As his eyes changed from brown to a pale blue hue, his voice matured, taking on a soft, feminine quality though missing a few teeth. The transformation culminated when his clothes transformed into the exact same outfit Lisa had worn: the bright red tank top and short denim shorts. He felt a strange deja vu, yet the memories of being James started to blur and fade, replaced by Lisa’s memories. By the end, he was no longer James but the homeless woman, Lisa. Lisa blinked in confusion, looking down at herself. She began to tally her possessions. “Why am I barefoot?” she muttered, now aware that much of her prior belongings were missing. She searched around and found her old wedges and purse along with the burnt foil and other feminine items. Sitting down on the bench, she carefully placed the first leather wedge on her foot, sliding it in with precision, then followed with the second, paying close attention to each step of the process. Once her feet were securely in the wedges, she stood up, walking with a practiced, confident pace. Spying her purse, Lisa quickly shoved all her items inside. Fishing out her cracked phone, she checked the time and then freaked out. "Oh shit, it's almost eight, I better hurry before Walmart closes. I need more foil 'cause I need some more fentanyl. I don't care, I ain't paying neither. I dare a bitch to touch me! I may be 38 years old, my street name is Crystal 'cause I steal from people. I'm homeless, but I've been arrested in the past. Don't fuck with me. I've been homeless for five years; I just don't give a damn anymore. I just stabbed another woman on the streets last week for her stash." Without another thought to who she used to be, Lisa hurried off, the weight of her past and the remnants of James’s existence fading into the oblivion of her new reality.
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