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Forgotten Realms: A Keyblade Wielder's Office Odyssey

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The sky above Twilight Town glowed with hues of orange and purple, emitting an oddly serene ambiance. Sora stood confidently, Keyblade in hand, his spiky hair bouncing with each movement as he surveyed the landscape for any signs of darkness. His heart swelled with the resolve to protect his friends, fate once again churning around him like a melancholic melody.

But something strange was happening. The familiar scenery of Twilight Town began to blur, and the air itself rippled like a stone-skipped pond. Sora felt an uneasy tug at his very essence, as if reality itself had other plans for him. Before he could react, a blinding flash seared his vision and his world shattered into pieces.

---

When Sora came to, everything was different. His sight was foggy as he struggled to adjust to his new surroundings. The world smelled sterile, artificial -- gone were the grassy plains and cobblestone streets. Instead, he seemed to be in a quiet office. Desks, computers, and papers cluttered the room around him.

"What is this place?" Sora mumbled, his voice trailing off as he looked down at his own hands to find they were no longer his. He gasped. Nails painted in crimson, no gloves, slender fingers that were not his own. He felt panic rise in his chest, but the moment he stood up to shout, he felt his voice change, higher and softer. "What's happening to me? This isn’t real! It can’t be!"

As though answering his confusion, the air rippled once more and he felt a painful surge through his body, making him wince. His clothes warped, the beloved jacket and flannel turning into soft, elegant fabrics. He felt his chest swell painfully, his hips widen, height increasing and new curves blessing him with a figure he had never possessed. Sora tried to scream, but the pain was too intense, constricting his voice into silence.

"Stop it!" he thought, his own memories struggling to hold themselves together. But an overwhelming flood of foreign memories started pouring in, shaping and warping his mind. As much as he struggled to cling to his own identity, the force was relentless.

"No! I can't... I can’t forget! I’m Sora!" he tried to remind himself. Yet, each moment that passed forced another piece of him away, replacing it with something more mundane and completely unfamiliar.

---

When the transformation was done, Itou-san blinked furiously, adjusting her glasses and getting irritated with the strain. She glanced around the room, feeling slightly disoriented but at home. Rubbing her temples, she muttered in fluent Japanese, "Why was I standing just then...? Strange."

Kiara Kobayashi poked her head over the partition, smiling. "Itou-san, are you alright? You seem a bit off."

Itou-san smiled back warmly, her own clear and glossy lips parting to speak, "I'm fine, Kiara. Just an odd headache. Nothing to worry about."

She settled back into her chair, densely checking papers scattered across her desk. Despite a quiet, nagging feeling of unease, she brushed it off. She had work to do and responsibilities to uphold, one of which was mentoring the younger office hires.

Her mind had fully adapted to the new reality that wrapped around her, washing away the remnants of a brave young keyblade wielder named Sora. To her, she had always been Itou-san, a professional with a sharp mind for business and a somewhat strict demeanor toward the fresh blood like Kiara.

"Remember, Kiara, we've got a presentation due by tomorrow afternoon. I expect your slide deck to be perfect," Itou-san remarked.

Kiara nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Itou-san! I’ll get it done."

As the busy hum of the office droned on, Itou felt completely at peace within her transformed world. Keys clacked, phones rang, and the normal melee of office life continued uninterrupted. And deep within her soul, Sora’s light flickered, almost a distant, forgotten dream.

This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-2 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.

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Prompt: Write a transformation story of Sora (in his outfit from Kingdom Hearts 3) from the Kingdom Hearts game series turning into a Japanese office lady named Itou-san (from the mundane real life), complete with reality change (the world of Kingdom Hearts warping and turning into the real world) gender change, age progression (becoming almost 40 years old), height progression, and mind/mental change (with Sora's personality and memories being completely replaced with an office lady's personality and memories, despite Sora's best efforts on fighting off his new memories/personality, making him, now her, completely forget she was ever a boy named Sora and remembered that she has always been an office lady, being basically a babysitter to her office friend Kiara Kobayashi (who is also an office lady), and she herself being named Itou-san). For Sora's appearance, he is a 15 year old boy who wears a black v-neck t-shirt with white hemming, black shorts with gray pockets like Dream Drop Distance held on by red straps similar to Kingdom Hearts II. Unlike previous outfits, his shorts are tight around his calves. He wears a longer black hooded jacket with red hemming, gray pockets with white hemming, and red flannel flaps that are held down by a series of yellow buttons. His shoes have the opposite color scheme of Dream Drop Distance with the ankle and tongue of the shoe folded down, and a single black strap. His gray fingerless gloves come to a v on his hands and are just short of his elbow. The gloves have red hemming, a yellow strap around the wrist, and a silver circle plate on the back of the hand like in Kingdom Hearts. His hair is significantly shorter and less spiky (although it is still spiky), and he continues to wear his signature crown necklace. Like most typical heroes, Sora is brave and heroic, impulsively risking his own life for people he doesn't know and is loyal to a fault. Despite everything that he has endured throughout his journey, Sora retains his upbeat and optimistic attitude. He shows little tolerance for cowardice and selfishness but is ultimately forgiving of those that are sorry for their actions. Sora has a remarkable capacity to forgive, even to those who have harmed him and his friends. For Itou's appearance (after Sora turned into her), she is a tall, curvaceous, Japanese adult woman, standing at 5.7 feet tall. She also has long, curved fingernails with crimson nail polish (she does not have gloves, unlike Sora). Her chest is essentially larger than a pair of DD cups, and she has feminine parts rather than masculine ones. She has a small brown ponytail behind her and spiraling down the right side of her face. Her lips are plump with dark red lipsticks that are meant to promote her maturity and steal attention away from the amount of makeup she’d used to make her face look younger. She has a mole beneath her right lip, almost pairing with the emergency of one on her face -- however that one is beneath her left eye. She wears a pair of glasses, since she cannot see without glasses. She has typical chestnut-brown irises in her eyes, and she has thick black eyelashes. She accessorizes with a dark women’s jacket and dark skirt that hugs her pelvis and thighs loosely with a slit on either side exposing much of her thighs. The skirt also extends up to her stomach, hiding beneath the woman's jacket. She also has a light pink blouse that is only halfway buttoned up. She also has a pair of dark thigh highs with a lace trim that stopped just below the skirt, covering them while likewise being translucent enough for them to be on full display. Her small feet have a pair of black heels. Itou is almost forty and so her age was a sensitive subject. She couldn’t deny that it had an effect on how she treats the younger hires though, and considering her history with Kiara Kobayashi (whom she is a superior to) maybe she is being a little too harsh. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

Response: The sky above Twilight Town glowed with hues of orange and purple, emitting an oddly serene ambiance. Sora stood confidently, Keyblade in hand, his spiky hair bouncing with each movement as he surveyed the landscape for any signs of darkness. His heart swelled with the resolve to protect his friends, fate once again churning around him like a melancholic melody. But something strange was happening. The familiar scenery of Twilight Town began to blur, and the air itself rippled like a stone-skipped pond. Sora felt an uneasy tug at his very essence, as if reality itself had other plans for him. Before he could react, a blinding flash seared his vision and his world shattered into pieces. --- When Sora came to, everything was different. His sight was foggy as he struggled to adjust to his new surroundings. The world smelled sterile, artificial -- gone were the grassy plains and cobblestone streets. Instead, he seemed to be in a quiet office. Desks, computers, and papers cluttered the room around him. "What is this place?" Sora mumbled, his voice trailing off as he looked down at his own hands to find they were no longer his. He gasped. Nails painted in crimson, no gloves, slender fingers that were not his own. He felt panic rise in his chest, but the moment he stood up to shout, he felt his voice change, higher and softer. "What's happening to me? This isn’t real! It can’t be!" As though answering his confusion, the air rippled once more and he felt a painful surge through his body, making him wince. His clothes warped, the beloved jacket and flannel turning into soft, elegant fabrics. He felt his chest swell painfully, his hips widen, height increasing and new curves blessing him with a figure he had never possessed. Sora tried to scream, but the pain was too intense, constricting his voice into silence. "Stop it!" he thought, his own memories struggling to hold themselves together. But an overwhelming flood of foreign memories started pouring in, shaping and warping his mind. As much as he struggled to cling to his own identity, the force was relentless. "No! I can't... I can’t forget! I’m Sora!" he tried to remind himself. Yet, each moment that passed forced another piece of him away, replacing it with something more mundane and completely unfamiliar. --- When the transformation was done, Itou-san blinked furiously, adjusting her glasses and getting irritated with the strain. She glanced around the room, feeling slightly disoriented but at home. Rubbing her temples, she muttered in fluent Japanese, "Why was I standing just then...? Strange." Kiara Kobayashi poked her head over the partition, smiling. "Itou-san, are you alright? You seem a bit off." Itou-san smiled back warmly, her own clear and glossy lips parting to speak, "I'm fine, Kiara. Just an odd headache. Nothing to worry about." She settled back into her chair, densely checking papers scattered across her desk. Despite a quiet, nagging feeling of unease, she brushed it off. She had work to do and responsibilities to uphold, one of which was mentoring the younger office hires. Her mind had fully adapted to the new reality that wrapped around her, washing away the remnants of a brave young keyblade wielder named Sora. To her, she had always been Itou-san, a professional with a sharp mind for business and a somewhat strict demeanor toward the fresh blood like Kiara. "Remember, Kiara, we've got a presentation due by tomorrow afternoon. I expect your slide deck to be perfect," Itou-san remarked. Kiara nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Itou-san! I’ll get it done." As the busy hum of the office droned on, Itou felt completely at peace within her transformed world. Keys clacked, phones rang, and the normal melee of office life continued uninterrupted. And deep within her soul, Sora’s light flickered, almost a distant, forgotten dream.

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