Metallum Awakening: Embracing the Autobot Within as Arcee
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It started as a regular morning in your suburban home. The sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the room. You stretched and yawned, running a hand through your hair as you finally decided to get out of bed. It wasn't long before you started tidying up, cleaning dishes from the night before and picking up the clothes strewn across your bedroom floor.
That’s when you saw it—a strange, futuristic-looking cube on your kitchen counter. You don't remember bringing it home or ever seeing it before. It emitted a low hum, slightly vibrating, and shimmering with an almost ethereal light. Curiosity got the better of you, and you reached out to touch it.
The moment your fingers brushed against the cool surface, a blinding light engulfed you. Your surroundings blurred, and you felt your heart race as your body heated up. It was an odd, tingling sensation, spreading from your fingertips through your entire being, filling you with an unfamiliar energy.
Your fingers elongated and stiffened, turning metallic with joints and plates replacing skin and bone. You looked down in growing horror and fascination as your arms and legs followed suit, reshaping and reinforcing themselves. Frantically, you glance around trying to comprehend what's happening. But as your eyes focus, the reflection caught on the glistening metal walls isn't of your familiar home; it's of a sleek, futuristic sanctuary.
"What's happening to me?" you mutter, your voice cracking partway through. Your reflection changes. You watch, disbelieving, as your frame starts to shift.
Your chest tightens as if every muscle inside were being molded anew. You look down to see the smooth, metallic plates forming the shape of womanly breasts. The structure around your stomach narrows, your waist becomes smaller, and your hips broaden. The sensation cascades down, your masculine features fading rapidly into a distinctly feminine form.
You gasp, feeling an unsettling yet oddly painless pull in your nether regions as your male genitals invert themselves, disappearing with a strange 'pop.' You touch your chest, flat, metallic fingers grazing the new curvature, and your heart pounds—though, somehow, you know it no longer beats the same way.
"No, no, no! This isn't possible," you say, but your voice isn't yours. It's different now—higher, clearer, and undeniably feminine. Panic surges as you try calling out for help, but your familiar surroundings are gone.
A sudden flood of memories and emotions crashes over you, ones that aren't yours. You feel a strong yet compassionate spirit, a determination to protect, to fight for justice. You hold your head, shaking it in desperate attempts to cling to some recognition of yourself, your old life.
"This...can't be real," you murmur, but the voice within is insistent.
"You were never human. You were dreaming that ordinary life," says a calm, authoritative voice echoing in your now-metallic mind. "You are Arcee. You’ve always been Arcee—a proud Autobot, a hero."
"N-no," you whisper, but the new memories overwhelm yours. Images of battles fought, allies depended upon, victories won—they flood your consciousness.
With every second, the resistance fades. You cling desperately to fragments of your past. Your family, your friends—but each image gets foggy, distorted. They start to feel like phantoms of a forgotten dream.
"Stop it!" you cry, distraught. “I...I...” But even as you say that, your heart feels certain. You grasp one last lingering thought. A face, a friend from your past life—but it's gone, replaced by visions of your Autobot comrades.
"It’s all a dream, a daydream. You’re Arcee. You always have been," the voice reiterates, the certainty of it washing away your protestations.
With the final acceptance of Arcee's memories, the truth of your existence settles in you. The fear and confusion dissolve, replaced by the clarity and assurance of your Autobot life.
Standing tall, now equipped with energy blades and blasters, you feel the energetic hum of your new form. No longer confused, you recognize your place in this world. Memories of being a mundane human male fade entirely—a mere illusion compared to your true, enduring identity.
You look at your hands—metallic, strong, and agile. A smile tugs at your lips, feeling at home in your sleek, agile body. The Autobot symbol gleams proudly on your chest.
"I am Arcee," you say, certain. "And I always have been."
This story was generated by user GenderChange 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 the POV transformation story of a male human reader turning into Arcee from the Transformers: Animated (TFA) series, complete with gender change (the reader turning from male to female, a pair of womanly breasts grows on his chest, as body becomes more curvy and feminine with smaller waists and wider hips, while his male genitals invert itself and sucks into his body, but since the reader is turning into a robot, he completely loses his genitals), voice change, robotification (becoming a humanoid robot), height progression (turning from 5.7 feet tall or 6 feet tall to 18 feet (5.48 meters) tall due to becoming a tall Autobot rather than a flesh-and-blood being), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Transformers: Animated series), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Arcee's personality and memories, as the voice tells the changing reader that she was never a human, let alone male, and always had been a robot, and a girl one at that, as well as confirming that she was never a mundane person, since she was daydreaming all this time, and that she has always been a giant robot named Arcee, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off her new memories/personality, making her fully believe in the voice in her head and know that she had always been a hero and a robot, causing her to completely forget her previous self, since that was only a dream and not real, and remembers that she has always been a heroic Autobot named Arcee, which is her true self and true life, unlike her life as a human male, which is a falsehood and a daydream compared with her true reality as a female Autobot, Arcee). For Arcee's appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is an Autobot, with is a sleek and agile form, and with a distinctly feminine design (she also has an "Autobot" symbol in the middle of her chest). Arcee is primarily pink, black, and white in color, which emphasizes her femininity. She often has accents of blue and purple. In her default/main robot form, Arcee has a streamlined body with a narrow waist and broad shoulders, showcasing a dynamic silhouette. Her head design includes a helmet-like structure with a visor, giving her a modern, futuristic look. Arcee has the ability to transform into a motorcycle, which aligns with her agile and fast character traits. The motorcycle design is sporty, featuring curves that reflect her personality. Her design, complete with articulation, allows for significant movement, emphasizing her combat skills and agility in battles. Arcee is often equipped with various weapons, including two integrated blade-like weapons, which she can use for melee combat, and she also possesses two Energon Blasters, and she is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat (using her agility and speed to outmaneuver opponents), enhancing her role as a fighter. Overall, her design combines elegance with a strong warrior aesthetic, making her a memorable character in the series. For Arcee's personality, she is strong-willed, determined, and fiercely independent. She often stands her ground and fights for what she believes in. She is courageous, brave, and willing to take risks, often putting herself in danger to protect others, showcasing her warrior spirit. Despite her tough exterior, Arcee displays empathy and care for her fellow Autobots, particularly towards her allies. She is quick-thinking and adaptable in battle, often using her agility and intelligence to outmaneuver opponents. Arcee is dedicated to the Autobot cause and her friends, demonstrating unwavering loyalty throughout the series. Overall, her character embodies a blend of strength, resilience, and compassion, making her a standout figure in the "Transformers: Animated" series. The story would be that the reader has found a cube (which looked futuristic for some reason) in or around the reader's apartment room or suburban home, and as he held the cube, the blinding light engulfed him, causing the whole transformation to occur. After the physical transformation, the reader checks her former private parts and her chest by touching, shocked to find that they had been replaced by their feminine, yet robotic counterparts (with her chest now having breasts and her privates already inverted itself with a wet "pop" noise), making her realize in shock and confusion that she was now a girl, and also realizes the she is now literally a robot, even telling herself all of that. Following the physical changes, the reader tries her best on fighting off the new memories and personality (such as calling for her friends/family and/or shaking her head in a vain attempt to loose those new memories/personality), but to no avail as she begins to forget her mundane life and remember her new life as Arcee. Near the end of the story (and long after the transformation ended), Arcee would briefly remember/thought of her previous life as a mundane human, but she soon forgets about it as she knows that she has always been an Autobot, named Arcee (which is the reader's real/true name instead of her former and false human name), and she knows that her mundane life as a human was all just a dream, not reality (meaning her mundane life as an ordinary male was not real and never was real to begin with), and Arcee is content to know that her life as Arcee is the only true/real life. 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: It started as a regular morning in your suburban home. The sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the room. You stretched and yawned, running a hand through your hair as you finally decided to get out of bed. It wasn't long before you started tidying up, cleaning dishes from the night before and picking up the clothes strewn across your bedroom floor. That’s when you saw it—a strange, futuristic-looking cube on your kitchen counter. You don't remember bringing it home or ever seeing it before. It emitted a low hum, slightly vibrating, and shimmering with an almost ethereal light. Curiosity got the better of you, and you reached out to touch it. The moment your fingers brushed against the cool surface, a blinding light engulfed you. Your surroundings blurred, and you felt your heart race as your body heated up. It was an odd, tingling sensation, spreading from your fingertips through your entire being, filling you with an unfamiliar energy. Your fingers elongated and stiffened, turning metallic with joints and plates replacing skin and bone. You looked down in growing horror and fascination as your arms and legs followed suit, reshaping and reinforcing themselves. Frantically, you glance around trying to comprehend what's happening. But as your eyes focus, the reflection caught on the glistening metal walls isn't of your familiar home; it's of a sleek, futuristic sanctuary. "What's happening to me?" you mutter, your voice cracking partway through. Your reflection changes. You watch, disbelieving, as your frame starts to shift. Your chest tightens as if every muscle inside were being molded anew. You look down to see the smooth, metallic plates forming the shape of womanly breasts. The structure around your stomach narrows, your waist becomes smaller, and your hips broaden. The sensation cascades down, your masculine features fading rapidly into a distinctly feminine form. You gasp, feeling an unsettling yet oddly painless pull in your nether regions as your male genitals invert themselves, disappearing with a strange 'pop.' You touch your chest, flat, metallic fingers grazing the new curvature, and your heart pounds—though, somehow, you know it no longer beats the same way. "No, no, no! This isn't possible," you say, but your voice isn't yours. It's different now—higher, clearer, and undeniably feminine. Panic surges as you try calling out for help, but your familiar surroundings are gone. A sudden flood of memories and emotions crashes over you, ones that aren't yours. You feel a strong yet compassionate spirit, a determination to protect, to fight for justice. You hold your head, shaking it in desperate attempts to cling to some recognition of yourself, your old life. "This...can't be real," you murmur, but the voice within is insistent. "You were never human. You were dreaming that ordinary life," says a calm, authoritative voice echoing in your now-metallic mind. "You are Arcee. You’ve always been Arcee—a proud Autobot, a hero." "N-no," you whisper, but the new memories overwhelm yours. Images of battles fought, allies depended upon, victories won—they flood your consciousness. With every second, the resistance fades. You cling desperately to fragments of your past. Your family, your friends—but each image gets foggy, distorted. They start to feel like phantoms of a forgotten dream. "Stop it!" you cry, distraught. “I...I...” But even as you say that, your heart feels certain. You grasp one last lingering thought. A face, a friend from your past life—but it's gone, replaced by visions of your Autobot comrades. "It’s all a dream, a daydream. You’re Arcee. You always have been," the voice reiterates, the certainty of it washing away your protestations. With the final acceptance of Arcee's memories, the truth of your existence settles in you. The fear and confusion dissolve, replaced by the clarity and assurance of your Autobot life. Standing tall, now equipped with energy blades and blasters, you feel the energetic hum of your new form. No longer confused, you recognize your place in this world. Memories of being a mundane human male fade entirely—a mere illusion compared to your true, enduring identity. You look at your hands—metallic, strong, and agile. A smile tugs at your lips, feeling at home in your sleek, agile body. The Autobot symbol gleams proudly on your chest. "I am Arcee," you say, certain. "And I always have been."
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