"Gender-Bending Bliss: The Unaware Transformation Experiment"
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I had spent years hunched over my laptop, hungrily typing line after line of code, pouring every ounce of my expertise and creativity into this one project — the Transformation App. It could transform anyone into a different form, and the best part about it was the awareness slider. It allowed me to control how aware or unaware the person would be of their changes. A genius touch, if I may say so myself.
After running a slew of tests on non-human subjects, my app was finally ready for its first human trial. Excitement bubbled within me as I decided to test it on my best friend, Tom. I invited him over with the promise of free beer and a football game.
Tom, a middle-aged man with a slight beer belly and a hearty laugh, plopped down on my living room couch. He popped open his beer and settled in to watch his favorite team, the Denver Broncos.
"Hey there, buddy. What's the occasion?" Tom asked, his thick accent resonating through the room. His voice was like a comfortable old chair—worn yet reliable.
"Oh, you know. Just wanted to see my best friend. And maybe try something out," I said, holding my phone out conspicuously.
Tom took a deep swig of his beer without diverting his eyes from the screen. "Yeah, yeah. Broncos are finally gonna win it this year. Mark my words."
While he was captivated by the game, I opened my app and selected his profile from the database. Scrolling through the options, I finally settled on "Hot Busty Blonde Babe in Red Lingerie" and set the awareness slider to "Unaware."
"Here goes nothing," I muttered under my breath and tapped 'Transform.'
In less than a second, Tom's body underwent an extreme and miraculous metamorphosis. The beer belly disappeared, replaced by toned muscles and curvaceous proportions. His rugged face softened into delicate features framed by long, flowing blonde hair. His clothes changed into a set of red lingerie that hugged his new form obscenely well.
But the piece de resistance was the awareness setting. According to Tom, nothing felt different.
"Hey, could you turn up the volume? I kinda missed what the announcer said," Tom's voice had transformed too. It was higher, sultrier, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Sure thing," I replied, adjusting the remote.
Tom flipped through channels, momentarily landing on a news segment. He stared at the screen, his new lips pouting in concentration.
"That news anchor’s got quite the rack on her, doncha think?" He glanced sideways at me, waiting for a reaction.
"Yeah, sure. Quite impressive," I said, barely containing my laughter.
He switched to the weather channel next, giving a low and appreciative whistle. "Look at the ass on that weather lady. Practically perfect."
I had to stifle a snicker because, unbeknownst to Tom, his own newly acquired behind was a vision of perfection. When the game resumed, he lounged back, completely at ease in his transformed state.
After a while, he decided to change. "Be right back," he said, sauntering off to my bedroom where I had already laid out a few clothes for him.
When Tom re-emerged, I nearly doubled over. He had on his old Denver Broncos shirt, now tailored to a woman's cut. It showed off his midriff and gave a generous view of cleavage. The edges of a pink bra strap peeked out from his shoulder. And the shorts—those cutoff booty shorts clung to his hips and thighs in a way that drew anyone’s attention.
"You think this shirt always was this snug around the chest? Or maybe I’m just fillin’ it out better these days." He puzzled, completely unfazed by his absurd statements.
"You look fantastic, Tom," I said, barely able to keep a straight face.
"Thanks, buddy. Say, you got any more of those beers?"
I handed him another cold one and he returned to his spot on the couch, completely unaware of the spectacle he had become. As he resumed watching the game, I marveled at the success of my transformation app. The awareness slider worked like a charm. Now, all I needed to decide was what—or who—my next experiment would be.
This story was generated by user zach3 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 story with dialogue where I had been working on my transformation app for years and I finally had finished my development of it. It could transform anyone into a different form. The best part is the awareness slider, I can make people aware or unsafe of their changes. I decided to test it on my friend. I changed his body in the body of a hot busty blonde babe in a red lingerie, but the best sort was I set the awareness setting to unaware. I went into the living room to see him in his sexy body still watching sports on TV. He flips into the news for a second and comments on the news anchors rack, which is similar to his own, he also likes the weather woman's ass which his own ass was much better than. His clothes also changed with the swap he goes to change and walks out in his old Denver Broncos shirt but now its in a women's cut that shows off his midriff and plenty of cleavage I even saw some of his pink bra strap. the shorts he wore were now cutoff booty shorts He thinks this is all normal and that he has always had this busty body. Give my friend a Middle aged man accent in his dialogue.
Response: I had spent years hunched over my laptop, hungrily typing line after line of code, pouring every ounce of my expertise and creativity into this one project — the Transformation App. It could transform anyone into a different form, and the best part about it was the awareness slider. It allowed me to control how aware or unaware the person would be of their changes. A genius touch, if I may say so myself. After running a slew of tests on non-human subjects, my app was finally ready for its first human trial. Excitement bubbled within me as I decided to test it on my best friend, Tom. I invited him over with the promise of free beer and a football game. Tom, a middle-aged man with a slight beer belly and a hearty laugh, plopped down on my living room couch. He popped open his beer and settled in to watch his favorite team, the Denver Broncos. "Hey there, buddy. What's the occasion?" Tom asked, his thick accent resonating through the room. His voice was like a comfortable old chair—worn yet reliable. "Oh, you know. Just wanted to see my best friend. And maybe try something out," I said, holding my phone out conspicuously. Tom took a deep swig of his beer without diverting his eyes from the screen. "Yeah, yeah. Broncos are finally gonna win it this year. Mark my words." While he was captivated by the game, I opened my app and selected his profile from the database. Scrolling through the options, I finally settled on "Hot Busty Blonde Babe in Red Lingerie" and set the awareness slider to "Unaware." "Here goes nothing," I muttered under my breath and tapped 'Transform.' In less than a second, Tom's body underwent an extreme and miraculous metamorphosis. The beer belly disappeared, replaced by toned muscles and curvaceous proportions. His rugged face softened into delicate features framed by long, flowing blonde hair. His clothes changed into a set of red lingerie that hugged his new form obscenely well. But the piece de resistance was the awareness setting. According to Tom, nothing felt different. "Hey, could you turn up the volume? I kinda missed what the announcer said," Tom's voice had transformed too. It was higher, sultrier, but he didn't seem to notice. "Sure thing," I replied, adjusting the remote. Tom flipped through channels, momentarily landing on a news segment. He stared at the screen, his new lips pouting in concentration. "That news anchor’s got quite the rack on her, doncha think?" He glanced sideways at me, waiting for a reaction. "Yeah, sure. Quite impressive," I said, barely containing my laughter. He switched to the weather channel next, giving a low and appreciative whistle. "Look at the ass on that weather lady. Practically perfect." I had to stifle a snicker because, unbeknownst to Tom, his own newly acquired behind was a vision of perfection. When the game resumed, he lounged back, completely at ease in his transformed state. After a while, he decided to change. "Be right back," he said, sauntering off to my bedroom where I had already laid out a few clothes for him. When Tom re-emerged, I nearly doubled over. He had on his old Denver Broncos shirt, now tailored to a woman's cut. It showed off his midriff and gave a generous view of cleavage. The edges of a pink bra strap peeked out from his shoulder. And the shorts—those cutoff booty shorts clung to his hips and thighs in a way that drew anyone’s attention. "You think this shirt always was this snug around the chest? Or maybe I’m just fillin’ it out better these days." He puzzled, completely unfazed by his absurd statements. "You look fantastic, Tom," I said, barely able to keep a straight face. "Thanks, buddy. Say, you got any more of those beers?" I handed him another cold one and he returned to his spot on the couch, completely unaware of the spectacle he had become. As he resumed watching the game, I marveled at the success of my transformation app. The awareness slider worked like a charm. Now, all I needed to decide was what—or who—my next experiment would be.
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