"Haunted Ruffles: A Gender-Swapped Escape from the Zombie Pandemic"
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In the year 2020, amidst the chaos of the zombie pandemic, seven-year-old Benjamin clung to his mother's side inside a grocery store. Benjamin was a white boy with sandy blond hair and large green eyes, dressed in a bright red hoodie, blue jeans, and sneakers. His small hands clung to a worn teddy bear, a source of comfort in the unpredictable world they now inhabited.
His mother, Emma, was thirty-five years old, standing at 5’6” and weighing 130 pounds. Her birthday on November 12, 1985, had been a quiet affair this past year, overshadowed by the constant threat of the undead. Her long brown hair, often tied back in a messy bun, framed her blue eyes that were now tinged with perpetual worry.
Emma and Benjamin wearily moved through the grocery store, vigilantly adding cans of beans, boxes of pasta, and bottle after bottle of water to their shopping cart. The store, usually bustling with life, now echoed eerily with the shuffling of survivors and the distant groans of zombies.
An uneasy tension gripped the air, snapping into panic as zombies began pouring into the store. Emma grabbed Benjamin's hand, her voice urgent but calm. "Run, Ben!" she called, leading them in a frantic sprint through the aisles.
As they darted through the chaos, a woman in a white wedding dress appeared from the shadows. She was older than Emma, perhaps 50, with platinum blonde hair done up in an intricate updo of curls and pins. Her name was Margaret, and she stood at 5'9" and weighed around 150 pounds. Margaret’s eyes, a piercing blue, shone with determination rather than fear as she approached with surprising swiftness.
Margaret's wedding dress was a vision of elegance: a flowing gown with a lace bodice adorned with tiny pearls and sequins. The long sleeves were perfect examples of delicate lace craftsmanship, ending in a V-stitched pattern on the back of her hands. She wore white gloves made from the finest silk, and her veil cascaded down to her waist, its edges trimmed with intricate lace. Her shoes, hidden beneath the hem of the dress, were white satin sandals with pearl embellishments on the straps, enhancing the effortlessly ethereal appearance she exuded.
Around her neck glittered a dazzling diamond necklace, its pendant shaped into a teardrop. Matching earrings dangled from her ears, and her wrist bore an elegant diamond tennis bracelet. A silver anklet glinted under her dress, and a delicate charm bracelet adorned her other wrist, each charm representing a milestone. Her wedding ring was an opulent display of love, a brilliant diamond surrounded by smaller stones that made it sparkle from every angle.
She reached out to grab Benjamin, who attempted to dodge her grasp but found himself ensnared by her slender, seemingly elegant fingers. A sudden dizziness overcame him as her hand made contact, the world around him blurring into darkness.
When Benjamin opened his eyes again, he felt oddly different. Disoriented, he noticed a veil obscuring his view. He pulled it aside and gasped in horror. He was wearing Margaret's dress—veil, gloves, and all the jewelry. His hands, now delicate with white polished nails, were nothing like his own. Panic struck; his mother was nowhere to be seen.
He tried to run, stumbling over the unfamiliar shoes. The dress lifted just enough for him to see the effeminate sandals, causing him to gag. He squeezed his eyes shut in defiance but opened them again, knowing he had to move.
Despite his efforts to steady himself, he kept tripping over the dress and veil. Eventually, he managed to distance himself from the zombies. Finding a reflective window, he studied his new form, tracing his now pretty eyes with his dainty fingers. "This isn’t right," he muttered, trying to will them back to normal but eventually giving up.
He fiddled with his elaborate hairstyle, these new curls and pins refusing to budge no matter how much he tugged and pulled. Frustration building, he attempted to remove the veil and gloves, yanking at the delicate fabric to no avail. He tried to pull, rip, cut, and untie them, but they remained stubbornly in place.
Benjamin then moved to the dress itself, attempting to unzip it, tear it, pull it over his head, wiggle out from the bottom, and even cut it with nearby tools. All his efforts failed, the material resisting him as if it were alive.
Similarly, he tried to remove each piece of jewelry: the necklace remained clasped tightly, the earrings refused to unhook, the bracelets seemed welded to his wrists, and the anklet and charm bracelet would not slip off no matter how much he twisted and turned. Finally, the wedding ring, snugly encased by the glove, was unreachable.
Desperation hit as he attempted to scrape off the white nail polish, but it remained pristine, gleaming mockingly in the light.
Tears streaming down his face, he tried to scream, "I’m scared," but the words came out, "Ah’m scahred," unwillingly talking about ruining the dress, the shoes, the makeup, and "my" husbahnd. His voice was high-pitched and nasally feminine, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut in terror.
The nightmare wasn’t the zombies but the transformation that left him lost, searching for a way back to his mother and his true self.
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: A story taking place in the year 2020 starring 7 year old Benjamin with a description of what he's wearing and his race being white and have him be shopping with his mom in the middle of a zombie pandemic. Include his mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color Have them be wearily grabbing food and supplies putting it in the cart when zombies started pouring in to the grocery store. Have his mom start running with himfollowing close behind. Have a woman wearing a white wedding dress with a very detailed description of the wedding dress and wedding gloves and a veil and wedding shoes or wedding sandals with a detailed description of the wedding shoes or wedding sandals and have her nails be painted with a very detailed description of the nails being white and have her be wearing tons of wedding jewelry with detailed descriptions of all 6 pieces of jewelry including the wedding ring with a detailed description of the wedding ring. Include the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year being older than his mom, hair color and style being done for a wedding and eye color and race being white and include a reason for why she was wearing a wedding dress and where she came from and why. Have her notice the boy reaching out to grab him and have him try to avoid her still being grabbed by the woman getting dizzy and have his vision go black. Have him open his eyes realizing he's taller and has a veil covering his view and have him pull it out of the way and have him look down to see he was now wearing the wedding dress and the wedding gloves and all the jewelry and have him notice his fingernails are coated in a white polish and have him look for his mommy worriedly realizing she's now gone. Have him try to run stumbling over the shoes he was now wearing and have the woman's dress come up just enough for him to see the shoes he was now wearing and have him gag at how girly it all was and have him squeeze his eyes shut. Have him do everything to steady himself trying to run away from the zombies and have the veil consistently get in his view and have the shoes be hard to walk in and have him consistently trip over the dress eventually getting far enough away from the zombies. Have him innocently study his new reflection tracing his eyes with his dainty fingers and have him try to change his eyes back to normal noticing they look nothing like his mother's but give up on trying being specific as to what he did. Have him play with his hair that was done in an elaborate way for the wedding being unable to phase it or undo it being specific as to what he did. Have him try to take off the veil and the wedding gloves being unable to remove them being specific as to what he tried to do to remove the veil and being specific as to what he did to try to remove the gloves. Have him try to remove the whole wedding dress in 5 different ways being unsuccessful and including each of the 5 ways in the story with a detailed description. Have him try to remove the wedding shoes or wedding sandals being unable to trying in 5 different ways and including each of the 5 ways in the story. Have him try to remove the first piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the second piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the third piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fourth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fifth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the sixth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the wedding ring off the woman's finger being unable to even get past the gloves being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to scrape off the woman's nail polish being unable to get rid of it being specific as to what he did and have the nail polish remain perfect. Have him try to say I'm scared and have it be in quoted text unwillingly talking about ruining the dress and the shoes and the makeup and "my" husband and have him speak in nasally feminine tone and spell the words differently to reflect that with husband spelled different and have him squeeze his eyes shut in fear.
Response: In the year 2020, amidst the chaos of the zombie pandemic, seven-year-old Benjamin clung to his mother's side inside a grocery store. Benjamin was a white boy with sandy blond hair and large green eyes, dressed in a bright red hoodie, blue jeans, and sneakers. His small hands clung to a worn teddy bear, a source of comfort in the unpredictable world they now inhabited. His mother, Emma, was thirty-five years old, standing at 5’6” and weighing 130 pounds. Her birthday on November 12, 1985, had been a quiet affair this past year, overshadowed by the constant threat of the undead. Her long brown hair, often tied back in a messy bun, framed her blue eyes that were now tinged with perpetual worry. Emma and Benjamin wearily moved through the grocery store, vigilantly adding cans of beans, boxes of pasta, and bottle after bottle of water to their shopping cart. The store, usually bustling with life, now echoed eerily with the shuffling of survivors and the distant groans of zombies. An uneasy tension gripped the air, snapping into panic as zombies began pouring into the store. Emma grabbed Benjamin's hand, her voice urgent but calm. "Run, Ben!" she called, leading them in a frantic sprint through the aisles. As they darted through the chaos, a woman in a white wedding dress appeared from the shadows. She was older than Emma, perhaps 50, with platinum blonde hair done up in an intricate updo of curls and pins. Her name was Margaret, and she stood at 5'9" and weighed around 150 pounds. Margaret’s eyes, a piercing blue, shone with determination rather than fear as she approached with surprising swiftness. Margaret's wedding dress was a vision of elegance: a flowing gown with a lace bodice adorned with tiny pearls and sequins. The long sleeves were perfect examples of delicate lace craftsmanship, ending in a V-stitched pattern on the back of her hands. She wore white gloves made from the finest silk, and her veil cascaded down to her waist, its edges trimmed with intricate lace. Her shoes, hidden beneath the hem of the dress, were white satin sandals with pearl embellishments on the straps, enhancing the effortlessly ethereal appearance she exuded. Around her neck glittered a dazzling diamond necklace, its pendant shaped into a teardrop. Matching earrings dangled from her ears, and her wrist bore an elegant diamond tennis bracelet. A silver anklet glinted under her dress, and a delicate charm bracelet adorned her other wrist, each charm representing a milestone. Her wedding ring was an opulent display of love, a brilliant diamond surrounded by smaller stones that made it sparkle from every angle. She reached out to grab Benjamin, who attempted to dodge her grasp but found himself ensnared by her slender, seemingly elegant fingers. A sudden dizziness overcame him as her hand made contact, the world around him blurring into darkness. When Benjamin opened his eyes again, he felt oddly different. Disoriented, he noticed a veil obscuring his view. He pulled it aside and gasped in horror. He was wearing Margaret's dress—veil, gloves, and all the jewelry. His hands, now delicate with white polished nails, were nothing like his own. Panic struck; his mother was nowhere to be seen. He tried to run, stumbling over the unfamiliar shoes. The dress lifted just enough for him to see the effeminate sandals, causing him to gag. He squeezed his eyes shut in defiance but opened them again, knowing he had to move. Despite his efforts to steady himself, he kept tripping over the dress and veil. Eventually, he managed to distance himself from the zombies. Finding a reflective window, he studied his new form, tracing his now pretty eyes with his dainty fingers. "This isn’t right," he muttered, trying to will them back to normal but eventually giving up. He fiddled with his elaborate hairstyle, these new curls and pins refusing to budge no matter how much he tugged and pulled. Frustration building, he attempted to remove the veil and gloves, yanking at the delicate fabric to no avail. He tried to pull, rip, cut, and untie them, but they remained stubbornly in place. Benjamin then moved to the dress itself, attempting to unzip it, tear it, pull it over his head, wiggle out from the bottom, and even cut it with nearby tools. All his efforts failed, the material resisting him as if it were alive. Similarly, he tried to remove each piece of jewelry: the necklace remained clasped tightly, the earrings refused to unhook, the bracelets seemed welded to his wrists, and the anklet and charm bracelet would not slip off no matter how much he twisted and turned. Finally, the wedding ring, snugly encased by the glove, was unreachable. Desperation hit as he attempted to scrape off the white nail polish, but it remained pristine, gleaming mockingly in the light. Tears streaming down his face, he tried to scream, "I’m scared," but the words came out, "Ah’m scahred," unwillingly talking about ruining the dress, the shoes, the makeup, and "my" husbahnd. His voice was high-pitched and nasally feminine, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut in terror. The nightmare wasn’t the zombies but the transformation that left him lost, searching for a way back to his mother and his true self.
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