Metamorphosis of a Guardian: The Tale of Gardevoir
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You felt the ground shift beneath you, the pulsating energy surrounding you like a cocoon. Your body grew lighter, the sensation strange and disorienting. You had been just over six feet tall, a considerable height that allowed you to tower over most others. Now, you could feel yourself shrinking, your perspective of the world bending as you reduced in size.
It was a tranquil forest where you had found yourself, the world earthy and raw. You wore jeans and a slightly crumpled T-shirt, comfortable for exploration. The sunlight sprinkled through the lush canopy above, casting spots of light all around.
Then came that strange sensation—not quite pain, but a pressure, a mold that began to reshape you. Your arms, your legs, the very essence of who you were began to melt and contort. You reached out in desperation, your fingers elongating and turning slender, almost sylph-like. The flesh bristled, and for a heartbeat, you thought of shouting for help, but when you opened your mouth, no words came—only muffled gasps.
Panic surged through you, but it was swiftly accompanied by a wave of calm, forcing you down into an almost trance-like state. Your memories flickered, uncertain, like the last moments of a dream before you wake.
Your height was ebbing away, bringing you to a shorter stature, just over five feet. The familiar sensation of gravity changed, and a sensation akin to floating emerged. Your jeans and T-shirt metamorphosed into something much more elegant—a long, flowing white gown. You could feel no legs beneath it, just a smooth flow of energy and form.
“What...what’s happening to me?” you tried to ask, but all that escaped was a crystalline, musical sound, "Gard...e...voir." Horrified, you placed your transformed hands—no longer fingers, but pale, greenish lengths—against your face, feeling the almost mask-like smoothness, your nose and ears having seemingly vanished.
Your reflection in a pool of clear water showed the truth—a female Gardevoir stared back at you. Her—no, your—face was partly hidden by green hair, the only human-like feature remaining in the form of large, soulful pink eyes.
**Your** chest and upper back had sprouted horn-like structures, vibrant and red, tied to the energy pulsating within you. Breathing deeply, confusion became a fog in your mind as new thoughts, strange and alien, began to flood in.
“These...these aren’t my memories,” you tell yourself, but the truth was fading fast. The many years as a human, the life and the moments were evaporating, being replaced by visions of fields and forests, of other Pokémon, friends and families, your life as a Ralts, then Kirlia, and finally, Gardevoir.
“Garde...voir.” The name echoed in your mind, reshaping, claiming your consciousness. You could feel thoughts of loyalty, of a deep, protective instinct toward Trainers, whom you would defend even at the cost of your own life. Worries of who you once were started to dissolve.
Someone approached from behind, a human boy about eight years old with wide, adoring eyes. "Gardevoir!" he exclaimed with joy. You turned to him, a sense of connection making your heart swell.
“Hello, Gardevoir!” He grinned. You looked behind him, your memories trying to surface, but they'd gone, like mist burned away by the sun's light.
His name blooms in your thoughts like a well-tended flower. His presence makes you feel strong, complete—a trainer you would protect forever. You tried to speak, to explain, but no human words came to you: "Garde...Gardevoir."
He giggled, joyfully grabbing your hand. “Come on, Gardevoir, let’s head home!” And home...yes, that was with him, wasn’t it? He’s your Trainer. You feel it, with an unmoving certainty that is both comforting and slightly alarming in its newness.
Everything outside this role seemed like a distant dream, something less real than the colors of the forest around you. The trainers, the battles to come, the life ahead—it all felt so right, so natural. There was nothing else but this existence. You were Gardevoir, and you always had been, always would be.
This story was generated by user GardevoirTFs 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 a male human (of somewhere around 5.6 or 6 feet tall) turning into the female Gardevoir (from the Pokemon franchise), complete with gender change (turning a reader from male to female, making him, now her realize that she is now a girl Pokemon), body change, age change, height regression (shrinking until she is only above 5 feet tall instead of 5.6-6 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of the Pokemon anime), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with a female Gardevoir's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts and much to her horror of losing her previous male human self/life, making her completely forget all about her male human self/life, she also has completely forgotten that her transformation happened a moment ago and she doesn't remember that she was either a human or a male a moment ago, making her only remember being a Gardevoir, and also a female, and has always remembered being a female Gardevoir ever since she evolved from a Kirlia, which in turn evolved from a Ralts, so she knows that she has always been a Pokemon and never a human, knowing that her male human self/life was only a dream and not real). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and it is completely irreversible. For the female Gardevoir's appearance (after the male human reader turned into her), she is like all other Gardevoirs (both males and females alike, which all are identical to each other), being a humanoid sylph-like, Pokémon that stands just over five feet tall. The classical tutu-type skirt, unlike those of a Kirlia, is a long, flowing white gown that completely covers its legs, giving the appearance that it is floating. The female Gardevoir has long, slender, white legs with pointed tips (without any visible feet yet still able to move extremely well) underneath their gown. The inside of her gown is green in color. The red horn-like blades are on the female Gardevoir's chest and back, one on front and the other on back. Most of her face is obscured by her green 'hair', with only some white, and her large pink eyes visible. She lacks any visible ears or a nose. She also has long, slender arms that are green like her hair. Gardevoirs in general are famous for their loyalty; a Gardevoir will even sacrifice itself for its Trainer's sake. In the wild, Gardevoirs live in groups and care for their young lovingly. Gardevoirs are very wary of trusting strangers, but will develop the same loyalty they show to their trainers to those who show similar compassion and optimism. Gardevoirs are able to sense the feelings and emotions of Pokémon and people. One of its main abilities, though, is a kind of precognition, which allows it to sense the future. Additionally, it is able to create small black holes, distort dimensions, and support itself without feeling the pull of gravity. Gardevoirs are said to protect their trusted Trainers at all costs, even sacrificing their own lives to keep their Trainers safe. The female Gardevoir in this story also has these traits, and like all Gardevoirs (males and females alike), she only speaks anagrations of the word "Gardevoir" (the reader tries to speak English, but the reader's language falters and replaced during the reader's failed attempt at speaking English). 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 felt the ground shift beneath you, the pulsating energy surrounding you like a cocoon. Your body grew lighter, the sensation strange and disorienting. You had been just over six feet tall, a considerable height that allowed you to tower over most others. Now, you could feel yourself shrinking, your perspective of the world bending as you reduced in size. It was a tranquil forest where you had found yourself, the world earthy and raw. You wore jeans and a slightly crumpled T-shirt, comfortable for exploration. The sunlight sprinkled through the lush canopy above, casting spots of light all around. Then came that strange sensation—not quite pain, but a pressure, a mold that began to reshape you. Your arms, your legs, the very essence of who you were began to melt and contort. You reached out in desperation, your fingers elongating and turning slender, almost sylph-like. The flesh bristled, and for a heartbeat, you thought of shouting for help, but when you opened your mouth, no words came—only muffled gasps. Panic surged through you, but it was swiftly accompanied by a wave of calm, forcing you down into an almost trance-like state. Your memories flickered, uncertain, like the last moments of a dream before you wake. Your height was ebbing away, bringing you to a shorter stature, just over five feet. The familiar sensation of gravity changed, and a sensation akin to floating emerged. Your jeans and T-shirt metamorphosed into something much more elegant—a long, flowing white gown. You could feel no legs beneath it, just a smooth flow of energy and form. “What...what’s happening to me?” you tried to ask, but all that escaped was a crystalline, musical sound, "Gard...e...voir." Horrified, you placed your transformed hands—no longer fingers, but pale, greenish lengths—against your face, feeling the almost mask-like smoothness, your nose and ears having seemingly vanished. Your reflection in a pool of clear water showed the truth—a female Gardevoir stared back at you. Her—no, your—face was partly hidden by green hair, the only human-like feature remaining in the form of large, soulful pink eyes. **Your** chest and upper back had sprouted horn-like structures, vibrant and red, tied to the energy pulsating within you. Breathing deeply, confusion became a fog in your mind as new thoughts, strange and alien, began to flood in. “These...these aren’t my memories,” you tell yourself, but the truth was fading fast. The many years as a human, the life and the moments were evaporating, being replaced by visions of fields and forests, of other Pokémon, friends and families, your life as a Ralts, then Kirlia, and finally, Gardevoir. “Garde...voir.” The name echoed in your mind, reshaping, claiming your consciousness. You could feel thoughts of loyalty, of a deep, protective instinct toward Trainers, whom you would defend even at the cost of your own life. Worries of who you once were started to dissolve. Someone approached from behind, a human boy about eight years old with wide, adoring eyes. "Gardevoir!" he exclaimed with joy. You turned to him, a sense of connection making your heart swell. “Hello, Gardevoir!” He grinned. You looked behind him, your memories trying to surface, but they'd gone, like mist burned away by the sun's light. His name blooms in your thoughts like a well-tended flower. His presence makes you feel strong, complete—a trainer you would protect forever. You tried to speak, to explain, but no human words came to you: "Garde...Gardevoir." He giggled, joyfully grabbing your hand. “Come on, Gardevoir, let’s head home!” And home...yes, that was with him, wasn’t it? He’s your Trainer. You feel it, with an unmoving certainty that is both comforting and slightly alarming in its newness. Everything outside this role seemed like a distant dream, something less real than the colors of the forest around you. The trainers, the battles to come, the life ahead—it all felt so right, so natural. There was nothing else but this existence. You were Gardevoir, and you always had been, always would be.
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