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"Your True Impish Identity: Embracing True Self as Moxxie" - TF/MC

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You open your eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. Instead of your familiar room, you find yourself in a dimly-lit, somewhat grungy bedroom. The walls are adorned with posters and bits of odd decor that look like they belong more in a scene from the underworld than in any human dwelling. Panic immediately sets in as you try to make sense of the situation. You attempt to sit up, but a wave of dizziness overwhelms you.

"Where am I?" you whisper to yourself, the voice unfamiliar. It's high-pitched, something you're not used to. You look down at yourself and get the shock of your life. Your hands are slim and red, with only four fingers each. Your body is significantly smaller, covered in a red hue. You try to scream, but your voice instead comes out as a more refined, albeit frustrated, "What the Hell is going on?"

Clumsily, you scramble out of bed. Your newfound height—or lack thereof—throws you off balance, and you stumble, your elongated feet ending in cloven hooves struggling to find their footing. Your tail twitches behind you, further adding to your disorientation. The room seems gigantic now; everything is within reach but feels massive. You try to walk, but your new digitigrade legs fumble, forcing you to adjust quickly.

"Okay, just take it easy," you tell yourself, but the voice is still not yours. The deeper, more melodious tone makes you halt in place.

As you regather your balance, you catch sight of yourself in a wall mirror and feel your heart practically stop. Staring back at you is an imp—specifically, Moxxie from Helluva Boss. The white pointy hair, curvy horns, reptilian snout, white freckles on the cheeks, yellow sclera with black slit pupils—it’s all there. The navy-black jacket with red buttons and white cuffs, a white shirt with a black turtleneck, a pair of black toe-less pants, red bow-tie, and a pair of black fingerless gloves confirm it. You lift your hand to touch your face, watching in horror as the imp mimics your movements perfectly.

"I'm... Moxxie?" You murmur, struggling to understand. You try to think back to who you were, what your name was, but nothing comes to mind. Shockingly, every attempt to remember your past as a human yields nothing but a void. Frustration builds as you repeatedly mutter "I'm not Moxxie," only to have the name Moxxie dominate your thoughts.

Your mind is assaulted by a flood of unfamiliar memories. You remember working for I.M.P. as their weapons specialist. Millie—your loving wife. You see her smiling face, and you feel an overwhelming rush of affection. You clutch your head, trying to hold onto the remnants of your human identity.

"No, no! I have to remember!" you yell, feeling yourself torn between worlds. The swirling memories and the strange cozy familiarity of Hell warp your sense of reality. You desperately try to wake yourself up, convinced this must be a bizarre dream.

But it doesn’t work. Every memory of your human life fades into oblivion, being replaced by those of life as an imp. The mental shift causes your head to spin, and you find yourself stumbling back onto the bed.

As the dizziness subsides, you sit up, breathing heavily. "It’s just a dream," you mumble, yet the reality of being Moxxie feels undeniable. The more you try to recall your human name, the deeper it escapes into the recesses of your mind. Facts of who you are as Moxxie become the new bedrock of your identity. The thoughts of serving in I.M.P., the teasing from Blitzo, Striker’s threats, and your unyielding love for your wife Millie now all dominate your headspace.

You stand up again and look around the room, this time with a new sense of belonging. This is your apartment. Your shared home with Millie here in Imp City. Your weaponry, scattered about, is a testament to your role as I.M.P.’s weapon specialist. You walk towards the mirror once more, and this time the reflection doesn’t seem so foreign. Instead, it's comfortingly familiar.

"Thank Satan, I was just dreaming," you say to yourself with a sigh of relief. The unsettling haze of your human life turns into an absurd daydream. You've always been Moxxie—long before this strange morning. You've always been a nimble imp, a devoted husband to Millie, and an effective, if somewhat anxious, worker at I.M.P.

A door creaks open, and Millie peeks her head through. "Hey, hun! You alright? You were speaking some crazy stuff in your sleep.” She looks at you tenderly.

You look at her and feel an overwhelming sense of peace. "Yeah, sweetheart, just a weird dream."

"Well, get that cute butt over here and help me with breakfast," Millie says, her smile wide and inviting. She lightly giggles, and it warms your heart.

You follow her out of the room, your impish form now feeling completely natural. Any trace of your human past dissipates as Millie wraps her arm around you.
All that remains of you is Moxxie, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack 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 instantly turning into Moxxie (a character, voiced by Richard Steven Horvitz, from the adults cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in a cartoon world of the Helluva Boss series, and the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Helluva Boss characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice identical to Moxxie (as heard from the Helluva Boss series) and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), clothes change (the reader's clothes becoming Moxxie's outfit), age change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7 foot or 6 foot height to only 3.9 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Moxxie's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a normal person (he also no longer remember having ever been human, since Moxxie was never a human and had always been an imp even from birth), even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, and only remembered ever being a male imp and a husband to Millie, always being an imp named Moxxie). For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a slim-bodied imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo (who is 5.3 feet tall unlike most imps, who are normally smaller like Moxxie) since he (Moxxie) is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout filled with white sharp teeth and without a nose, as well as having four fingered hands (instead of five as in humans), and he lacks any visible ears. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hoofed feet on his elongated feet (his legs are digitigrade, so he walks on his hoof-toed feet), reminiscent of artiodactyls, unlike human legs (which human legs are plantigrade/flat-footed and have feet ending in five stubby toes). Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Moxxie is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. For Moxxie's personality, he is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees (his boss is Blitzo) regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances. Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a bad dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. For Moxxie's preferences (likes and dislikes); he likes cooking, culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, opera, his mother's kindness, being put in charge of missions, and Blitzo's approval as his boss. However, Moxxie dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's (Crimson) abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. The reader's transformation and the reality's change/shift all takes place before the story. The story starts when the reader, now Moxxie, wakes up in a bedroom in Moxxie's and Millie's home (in an apartment located somewhere in Imp City, in the Pride Ring of Hell), making the reader (now Moxxie) confused and scared on where was he and who the reader himself was. He tries walking upon waking up, but he stumbles due to his newfound artiodactyl-like digitigrade legs and his much shorter height than what he remembers (he's now 3.9 feet tall instead of 5.7-6 feet tall); he, however, adjusts (or gets used) to his new stature and leg posture. He saw himself no longer a human, but now a (3.9 foot tall) imp, named "Moxxie", who works for I.M.P. as a weapons specialist (seeing himself with Moxxie's anatomy (a height of 3.9 feet tall, white freckles on his cheeks, white pointy hair, a pair of curvy black-and-white striped horns, short reptilian snout, glowing yellow iris-less eyes with black slit pupils, a slim body, sharp four-fingered hands, a long devil-like imp tail, digitigrade artiodactyl-like legs with elongated feet ending in red cloven hoofed feet, etc), Moxxie's outfit, Moxxie's color, etc), also feeling a long devilish tail (which swishes and curls due to the reader's new muscle memory) where his human tailbone used to be; he even hears himself sounding exactly like Moxxie, which the reader now really is Moxxie. He also starts remembering himself as Moxxie and starts calling himself "Moxxie" (ever since he woke up) against his will, despite him once knowing that is not his name, but instead of calling himself with his former human name (and despite saying that he is not Moxxie), he continues calling himself "Moxxie" (the reader say he is not Moxxie and tries to say who he was before but he then calls himself "Moxxie" again and continues to do so), calling himself "Moxxie" against his will (which the name "Moxxie" had fully replaced his human name) and despite his attempts on remembering and referring himself to his former human name, he could not remember his human life, appearance, or name. During his confusion, his memories and personality all begins to warp and completely change, making him dizzy as he hold his head with his arms, hoping that everything that is happening was all just a dream (hoping that he'll wake up back in real life back to normal as a human), and telling him to remember his human life (including his name), but to no avail (despite him wishing that this is just a dream and his hopes of remembering his human name, human voice, and human life) and he keeps calling himself "Moxxie" (he's confused on why he keeps remembering and calling himself "Moxxie" instead of his human name) despite his efforts on stopping calling himself that and despite his attempts on remembering and referring himself to his former human name (despite saying that he's not "Moxxie", he still keeps calling himself "Moxxie" instead of his human name, due to having completely forgotten his human name and the name "Moxxie" had fully replaced his human name (hence why he's calling himself "Moxxie" as if that's who he really is), with the reader not knowing on why he cannot remember his human name or life (not knowing on why he only knows himself as Moxxie), and he even can't remember what he used to look or sound like as a human), as his human memories fail and vanish (despite his best efforts and making him embrace his new, or rather true self as Moxxie), making him completely forget all about his human self and remembered everything about himself being Moxxie, he is happy to know that his human life and self was not real and was only a dream (Moxxie realizes that he was dreaming of being human this whole time, and he knows that he was never human since he has always been an imp), and knowing that his life as Moxxie is his true reality as well as knowing that he had always been a hellborn demon (more specifically, an imp), he knows that he always had a small and slim body (himself being 3.9 feet tall), cloven hoofed digitigrade legs, an imp tail, a pair of curvy horns, and an impish face; he knew that he has always lived in Hell, having always loved his also-imp wife Millie (and Millie also had always loved Moxxie, showing true affection towards each other) since he (Moxxie) is a husband to Millie, and he has always lived with Millie in their apartment. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) 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: You open your eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. Instead of your familiar room, you find yourself in a dimly-lit, somewhat grungy bedroom. The walls are adorned with posters and bits of odd decor that look like they belong more in a scene from the underworld than in any human dwelling. Panic immediately sets in as you try to make sense of the situation. You attempt to sit up, but a wave of dizziness overwhelms you. "Where am I?" you whisper to yourself, the voice unfamiliar. It's high-pitched, something you're not used to. You look down at yourself and get the shock of your life. Your hands are slim and red, with only four fingers each. Your body is significantly smaller, covered in a red hue. You try to scream, but your voice instead comes out as a more refined, albeit frustrated, "What the Hell is going on?" Clumsily, you scramble out of bed. Your newfound height—or lack thereof—throws you off balance, and you stumble, your elongated feet ending in cloven hooves struggling to find their footing. You tail twitches behind you, further adding to your disorientation. The room seems gigantic now; everything is within reach but feels massive. You try to walk, but your new digitigrade legs fumble, forcing you to adjust quickly. "Okay, just take it easy," you tell yourself, but the voice is still not yours. The deeper, more melodious tone makes you halt in place. As you regather your balance, you catch sight of yourself in a wall mirror and feel your heart practically stop. Staring back at you is an imp—specifically, Moxxie from Helluva Boss. The white pointy hair, curvy horns, reptilian snout, yellow sclera with black slit pupils—it’s all there. The red bow-tie and gloves confirm it. You lift your hand to touch your face, watching in horror as the imp mimics your movements perfectly. "I'm... Moxxie?" You murmur, struggling to understand. You try to think back to who you were, what your name was, but nothing comes to mind. Shockingly, every attempt to remember your past as a human yields nothing but a void. Frustration builds as you repeatedly mutter "I'm not Moxxie," only to have the name Moxxie dominate your thoughts. Your mind is assaulted by a flood of unfamiliar memories. You remember working for I.M.P. as their weapons specialist. Millie—your loving wife. You see her smiling face, and you feel an overwhelming rush of affection. You clutch your head, trying to hold onto the remnants of your human identity. "No, no! I have to remember!" you yell, feeling yourself torn between worlds. The swirling memories and the strange cozy familiarity of Hell warp your sense of reality. You desperately try to wake yourself up, convinced this must be a bizarre dream. But it doesn’t work. Every memory of your human life fades into oblivion, being replaced by those of life as an imp. The mental shift causes your head to spin, and you find yourself stumbling back onto the bed. As the dizziness subsides, you sit up, breathing heavily. "It’s just a dream," you mumble, yet the reality of being Moxxie feels undeniable. The more you try to recall your human name, the deeper it escapes into the recesses of your mind. Facts of who you are as Moxxie become the new bedrock of your identity. The thoughts of serving in I.M.P., the teasing from Blitzo, Striker’s threats, and your unyielding love for your wife Millie now all dominate your headspace. You stand up again and look around the room, this time with a new sense of belonging. This is your apartment. Your shared home with Millie here in Imp City. Your weaponry, scattered about, is a testament to your role as I.M.P.’s weapon specialist. You walk towards the mirror once more, and this time the reflection doesn’t seem so foreign. Instead, it's comfortingly familiar. "Thank Satan, I was just dreaming," you say to yourself with a sigh of relief. The unsettling haze of your human life turns into an absurd daydream. You've always been Moxxie—long before this strange morning. You've always been a nimble imp, a devoted husband to Millie, and an effective, if somewhat anxious, worker at I.M.P. A door creaks open, and Millie peeks her head through. "Hey, hun! You alright? You were speaking some crazy stuff in your sleep.” She looks at you tenderly. You look at her and feel an overwhelming sense of peace. "Yeah, sweetheart, just a weird dream." "Well, get that cute butt over here and help me with breakfast," Millie says, her smile wide and inviting. She lightly giggles, and it warms your heart. You follow her out of the room, your impish form now feeling completely natural. Any trace of your human past dissipates as Millie wraps her arm around you. All that remains of you is Moxxie, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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