Conception of Identity
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Title: Conception of Identity
Officer Jillian Murphy flipped her now-long, glossy brunette lock behind as she paced down the bustling corridors of the city police station. She was taken aback by the slight weight on her chest, creating a bounce with every step she took. Every inch of her body was now unmistakably feminine, from the swaying hips to the smooth legs, a mysterious change that occurred overnight.
In her official navy-blue uniform, the uniform of a police officer, she bore the insignia of the city's law enforcement. The tailored trousers hugged her curves, while her numerous badges of honor pinned on the fitted navy shirt highlighted her strong, feminine shape. Down to the smallest detail, her uniform was different. It wasn't just men's attire downsized to fit a woman. It was a carefully designed uniform to make her, and other female officers, formally authoritative yet approachable and feminine.
Despite her reflection appearing foreign, Jillian's memories as a male officer named Jack were still intact and clear in her mind. Yet, everytime she tried to speak his name, it was as if it had been erased from her vocabulary. Her tongue twisted, her brain stuttered, but not a sound. It was as if her past existence had been erased from reality. The world pranced on, oblivious to the insanity, treating her now as the lady cop she appeared to be.
Jillian was trapped in a tragic circumstance that left her entirely helpless. As she sat at her spacious desk preparing her daily reports, a picture of Brittney, her ex-girlfriend, stared back at her from a picture frame. Jillian stared at her beautiful former partner, familiar waves of affection washing over her, but missing was the sexual desire she once felt. In place of it were memories of admiring male colleagues, passionate dreams, and an unwelcome kindling of new attractions.
What she found baffling was her emerging taste for men. Jillian reminisced with desperation about her past relationships with women, recalling their flowing hair, soft lips, but nothing seemed to elicit the same attraction anymore.
She felt an indomitable urge to resist this new development, to cling onto what was left of her former self. The mental bout left her frantic, pacing around her room at night. The impossibility for her to feel attracted to women seemed like the universeās cruel joke. Repeatedly trying to induce those feelings was as fruitless as casting stones in an empty well.
Officer Jillian Murphy existed outwardly, the picture of calm and confidence in the station, but inside, her mind was an intricately woven web of discord. She viewed her new face in the rearview mirror of her patrol car ā long fluttery lashes, jewel-like brown eyes, a buttoned nose, and voluptuous lips. She used to have a ruggedly square jaw, thick black hair. Now, she had a soft, oval face with delicate features emphasised by her lengthened hair.
Each day was, in reality, a strife against her nightmare. The shock of unexplainable changes, the battle against unwelcome attractions and the silencing of her forgotten identity. Yet through the fire, Jillian Murphy endured. She was a police officer. It was her pledge to protect, to serve, no matter the chaos that reigned within her. Through it all, she prayed to find peace with this new reality. But only time would tell whether she could make peace with her new identity in her quest for her lost self.
This story was generated by user trooboe3959 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: young cop turned male to female. reality change everyone except for the former man remembers and thinks he was always a female officer. shows the difference with female officers. describes the female cop uniform. unable to say his former name or use male pronouns. with now long hair. sexual orientation changes from woman to now only being attracted to men tries to resist this but is not able to as she tries to remember what she found attractive about woman but is not able to and she becomes frantic trying in vain to prove her attraction to woman. still remembers she used to be a man but is not able to share that with anyone or say her old male name despite her best efforts. describes her new appearance
Response: Title: Conception of Identity Officer Jillian Murphy flipped her now-long, glossy brunette lock behind as she paced down the bustling corridors of the city police station. She was taken aback by the slight weight on her chest, creating a bounce with every step she took. Every inch of her body was now unmistakably feminine, from the swaying hips to the smooth legs, a mysterious change that occurred overnight. In her official navy-blue uniform, the uniform of a police officer, she bore the insignia of the city's law enforcement. The tailored trousers hugged her curves, while her numerous badges of honor pinned on the fitted navy shirt highlighted her strong, feminine shape. Down to the smallest detail, her uniform was different. It wasn't just men's attire downsized to fit a woman. It was a carefully designed uniform to make her, and other female officers, formally authoritative yet approachable and feminine. Despite her reflection appearing foreign, Jillian's memories as a male officer named Jack were still intact and clear in her mind. Yet, everytime she tried to speak his name, it was as if it had been erased from her vocabulary. Her tongue twisted, her brain stuttered, but not a sound. It was as if her past existence had been erased from reality. The world pranced on, oblivious to the insanity, treating her now as the lady cop she appeared to be. Jillian was trapped in a tragic circumstance that left her entirely helpless. As she sat at her spacious desk preparing her daily reports, a picture of Brittney, her ex-girlfriend, stared back at her from a picture frame. Jillian stared at her beautiful former partner, familiar waves of affection washing over her, but missing was the sexual desire she once felt. In place of it were memories of admiring male colleagues, passionate dreams, and an unwelcome kindling of new attractions. What she found baffling was her emerging taste for men. Jillian reminisced with desperation about her past relationships with women, recalling their flowing hair, soft lips, but nothing seemed to elicit the same attraction anymore. She felt an indomitable urge to resist this new development, to cling onto what was left of her former self. The mental bout left her frantic, pacing around her room at night. The impossibility for her to feel attracted to women seemed like the universeās cruel joke. Repeatedly trying to induce those feelings was as fruitless as casting stones in an empty well. Officer Jillian Murphy existed outwardly, the picture of calm and confidence in the station, but inside, her mind was an intricately woven web of discord. She viewed her new face in the rearview mirror of her patrol car ā long fluttery lashes, jewel-like brown eyes, a buttoned nose, and voluptuous lips. She used to have a ruggedly square jaw, thick black hair. Now, she had a soft, oval face with delicate features emphasised by her lengthened hair. Each day was, in reality, a strife against her nightmare. The shock of unexplainable changes, the battle against unwelcome attractions and the silencing of her forgotten identity. Yet through the fire, Jillian Murphy endured. She was a police officer. It was her pledge to protect, to serve, no matter the chaos that reigned within her. Through it all, she prayed to find peace with this new reality. But only time would tell whether she could make peace with her new identity in her quest for her lost self.
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