"Fighting with Fate: Transformation into Mii Brawler"
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The day had begun like any other, ordinary and stuffed with routine. Yet, as the afternoon wore on, you found yourself getting more and more absorbed in the game of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Each punch, kick, and block tickled that familiar sense of thrill. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins, even though you were merely tapping away on a controller. Little did you know, the world around you began to shimmer, ever so slightly, with an otherworldly glow.
Your hands tightened around the controller, but it felt strangely different now. The plastic seemed colder, more ethereal. Your eyes darted to the screen, where the default Mii Brawler outfit, so familiar, seemed almost...inviting. The room darkened for a moment, and a sharp pain shot through you, like a white-hot bolt of electricity. You winced, closing your eyes to the sudden discomfort.
When you opened them, the first thing you noticed was the change in your height. The world seemed a bit larger, towering over you. Your clothes shimmered, morphing visibly before your very eyes. Your shirt and jeans receded, replaced by a snug, red-and-black Mii Brawler outfit, complete with extra padding on your forearms and shins. The brown belt gripped your waist, its golden buckle gleaming "Mii" brightly.
"What's happening?" you tried to say, but no words emerged, only a silent gasp.
Panic set in as you felt your facial features shift. Your skin tightened and smoothed. Your voice box pulsed and twisted, leaving you unable to form words. Instead, a grunt escaped your lips, a sound you’d only ever heard within the game.
If you were female, your body began to make even more dramatic changes. Your breasts flattened, the curves that once defined your femininity vanished, and a cold sensation rippled through your abdomen. It was like a strange inversion, your organs seemed to twist and turn until they did not feel familiar anymore. The only person who could have been there to witness it was you, and you groaned deeply, the sound more masculine now. Your hands reached for your crotch, feeling the new parts there, the unfamiliarity sinking in.
Your hair darkened and shortened, each strand turning jet black until your head sported the typical Mii Brawler's hairstyle. You caught a glance of your reflection in the darkened screen: a stern, masculine face stared back at you.
The world dimmed around the edges of your vision. Super Smash Bros Ultimate had engulfed the room, transforming your furniture and walls into a vast, colorful battlefield.
"Welcome to the fight!" Mii Swordfighter shouted in the distance. His words echoing in your mind, but not your mouth.
Despite your realization that you were now part of this fantastical realm, your spirit battled the flood of foreign memories attempting to overwrite your human identity.
"I mustn't forget who I am!" you tried to think. However, Mii Brawler’s memories surged—each battle, each victory, each loss overwhelming your sense of self. The camaraderie with Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner felt like it had always been part of you.
"It’s a part of the job, being ready to fight," Mii Gunner said with a cool certainty, walking past you.
Your human memories flickered like dying embers, each thought rapidly replaced by the familiar strategies, moves, and sensations that were the essence of being a Mii Fighter. Finally, the last vestige of your previous life slipped away. You grunted softly, an odd sense of acceptance settling into your new subconscious.
The skies above Smashville brightened, signaling the start of a new match. An inexplicable vigor pulsed through your being.
"This isn't the dream," you find yourself realizing, "I am Mii Brawler."
The daydream of your human existence had ended, replaced entirely by the fervent reality of your new, eternal battle. Ready or not, the battlefield called.
"Ready to fight!" you roared internally, every fiber of your new, reality-altered existence poised for combat.
This story was generated by user WhyMeei 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: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (a video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, the reader's breasts deflates/compresses into nothingness/nonexistence, her feminine curves disappearing to make her body more masculine, and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) inverts and is then pushed out of her crotch to turn into testicles and a penis; but this is optional and only necessary if the reader is a female, and the gender does not change if the reader is male before the transformation into Mii Brawler), body change (long black hair, a more stern masculine expression, voice change (making the reader (just like other Mii Fighters (Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, who also cannot speak/talk) unable to speak/talk but can still gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like the other Mii Fighters, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), slight muscle growth, and slight height change to 5.3 feet (160 centimeters) tall), clothes change (the reader's clothes becoming a standard red-and-black-colored Mii Brawler outfit with extra padding on the forearms and shins, and a trademark brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with Mii Brawler's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting the new personality and memories off, making him forget all about his previous self and remember that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, thus he knew that he was always Mii Brawler). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: The day had begun like any other, ordinary and stuffed with routine. Yet, as the afternoon wore on, you found yourself getting more and more absorbed in the game of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Each punch, kick, and block tickled that familiar sense of thrill. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins, even though you were merely tapping away on a controller. Little did you know, the world around you began to shimmer, ever so slightly, with an otherworldly glow. Your hands tightened around the controller, but it felt strangely different now. The plastic seemed colder, more ethereal. Your eyes darted to the screen, where the default Mii Brawler outfit, so familiar, seemed almost...inviting. The room darkened for a moment, and a sharp pain shot through you, like a white-hot bolt of electricity. You winced, closing your eyes to the sudden discomfort. When you opened them, the first thing you noticed was the change in your height. The world seemed a bit larger, towering over you. Your clothes shimmered, morphing visibly before your very eyes. Your shirt and jeans receded, replaced by a snug, red-and-black Mii Brawler outfit, complete with extra padding on your forearms and shins. The brown belt gripped your waist, its golden buckle gleaming "Mii" brightly. "What's happening?" you tried to say, but no words emerged, only a silent gasp. Panic set in as you felt your facial features shift. Your skin tightened and smoothed. Your voice box pulsed and twisted, leaving you unable to form words. Instead, a grunt escaped your lips, a sound you’d only ever heard within the game. If you were female, your body began to make even more dramatic changes. Your breasts flattened, the curves that once defined your femininity vanished, and a cold sensation rippled through your abdomen. It was like a strange inversion, your organs seemed to twist and turn until they did not feel familiar anymore. The only person who could have been there to witness it was you, and you groaned deeply, the sound more masculine now. Your hands reached for your crotch, feeling the new parts there, the unfamiliarity sinking in. Your hair darkened and shortened, each strand turning jet black until your head sported the typical Mii Brawler's hairstyle. You caught a glance of your reflection in the darkened screen: a stern, masculine face stared back at you. The world dimmed around the edges of your vision. Super Smash Bros Ultimate had engulfed the room, transforming your furniture and walls into a vast, colorful battlefield. "Welcome to the fight!" Mii Swordfighter shouted in the distance. His words echoing in your mind, but not your mouth. Despite your realization that you were now part of this fantastical realm, your spirit battled the flood of foreign memories attempting to overwrite your human identity. "I mustn't forget who I am!" you tried to think. However, Mii Brawler’s memories surged—each battle, each victory, each loss overwhelming your sense of self. The camaraderie with Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner felt like it had always been part of you. "It’s a part of the job, being ready to fight," Mii Gunner said with a cool certainty, walking past you. Your human memories flickered like dying embers, each thought rapidly replaced by the familiar strategies, moves, and sensations that were the essence of being a Mii Fighter. Finally, the last vestige of your previous life slipped away. You grunted softly, an odd sense of acceptance settling into your new subconscious. The skies above Smashville brightened, signaling the start of a new match. An inexplicable vigor pulsed through your being. "This isn't the dream," you find yourself realizing, "I am Mii Brawler." The daydream of your human existence had ended, replaced entirely by the fervent reality of your new, eternal battle. Ready or not, the battlefield called. "Ready to fight!" you roared internally, every fiber of your new, reality-altered existence poised for combat.
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