"Metamorphosis of Memories: From Ben to Yoon-Hee Amidst the Zombie Pandemic"
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Ben, a seven-year-old blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy with freckles dotting his cheeks, wore a red t-shirt with a dinosaur print, blue jeans, and neon green sneakers. His innocence contrasted starkly with the world outside, which had been overtaken by a zombie pandemic. His mother, Emily, a vibrant woman of thirty-five, stood at 5'7" and weighed around 145 pounds. Born on May 12, 1985, her dark brown hair fell in loose waves to her shoulders, and her warm hazel eyes always held a gentle resilience. Her heart-shaped face usually bore a reassuring smile, which often comforted Ben. She wore a simple yellow blouse with a pair of faded blue jeans and sensible running shoes which fit her size 6 feet perfectly.
"Mama, why's your feet so tiny?" Ben asked, his voice smooth despite the looming danger around them. "Will my feet be that tiny when I grow up?"
Emily chuckled, shaking her head as she picked a can of beans off the nearly emptied shelf. "No, sweetheart. You're a boy, and not a girl, so your feet should grow very big. I guess they might be around a size ten or eleven when you’re older."
As they cautiously grabbed food and supplies, loading them into their shopping cart, a guttural resonating groan echoed through the stale air of the grocery store. Zombies began pouring in, stumbling and hungrily searching for their next prey. Panic struck Emily; she seized Ben's hand, and they dashed down the nearest aisle.
Ahead appeared six Korean women, each evidently older than Emily and radiating a careful elegance even amongst the chaos. Dressed in an array of stylish blouses and skirts, their attire contrasted with the dire situation. The eldest, Hae-Won, aged 58, wore a lavender blouse adorned with tiny pearl buttons, paired with a dark green skirt. Her black platform sandals matched her deep red nail polish, which was flawless despite everything. Her wedding ring, a thin gold band with embedded petite diamonds, glinted under the dim lights.
Following Hae-Won were her daughters, Jae-Hwa, Sun-Mi, and Yoo-Jin, all in their late forties, sharing similar features and an undeniable familial bond. They hailed from Busan, South Korea, but had resided in New York City for over twenty years, working together at a renowned salon. Jae-Hwa wore a light blue blouse with a flowy white skirt and silver platform shoes that sparkled with each step. Her nails were painted a soft pink. Sun-Mi donned a green blouse with a gray floral skirt and black platform sandals, her nails a bright orange since she loved bold colors. Yoo-Jin opted for a polka-dotted red blouse with a plain black skirt, her wooden platform shoes echoing with every step, her nails corally painted.
Their two friends, Min-Ji, aged 41, and Hee-Young, aged 43, also salon stylists of over fifteen years, completed the group. Min-Ji opted for a mustard blouse tucked into a navy skirt, and her brown platform sandals, contrasting with her turquoise nail polish which stood out. Hee-Young wore an olive blouse paired with a beige skirt, her yellow platform shoes distinct, with nails painted deep purple. All of the women were around 5'4" and weighed roughly 120 pounds. Though shorter and lighter than Emily, their presence was commanding.
As zombies approached, Hae-Won noticed Ben and knelt, speaking softly in Korean while reaching out. Ben tried to evade her hand, but she gently grasped him, and immediately, his head spun. His vision darkened, and he fell unconscious.
Ben awoke, his eyes opening slowly. To his shock, he was taller and, more strangely, wore a women's lavender blouse and a knee-length dark green skirt. His skin tone was different, more like Hae-Won's. Glancing down, he saw the same black platform sandals and polished deep red nails he'd seen before everything went black.
"Mommy!" he cried out in terrified, broken English, "Mommy, whewe awe yoo?"
What he wanted to say: "Mommy, where are you?"
Hearing a sweet, feminine voice in his ears, he gagged, feeling the unfamiliarity of it all overwhelm him. Hastily, he tried to run, but the platform sandals tripped him up, and he stumbled, barely catching himself each time. After distancing himself from the zombies with great difficulty, he noticed an empty parking lot.
Desperately, he glanced at his reflection. He traced his new almond-shaped eyes with his polished fingers. "I wahnt too go hohm. I wahnt mahmee," he whimpered, tears streaming down his face.
What he wanted to say: "I want to go home. I want mommy."
Fidgeting with his short hair, he realized the polished nails and delicate hands were his own. He attempted different strategies to remove the blouse and skirt but failed each time. He tugged at the fabric buttons, tried ripping it at the seams, and even considered using a sharp object to cut through. Yet, none worked.
His attempts to remove the platform sandals also proved futile. He untied them, pulled at them with all his strength, tried yanking them from various angles, but they wouldn’t budge. Grossed out by his tiny, feminine feet, he muttered, "Immah haff giwl feet an’ talg like a funny laddy fowewe."
What he wanted to say: "I'm going to have girl feet and talk like this funny lady forever."
As he kept moving, his balance faltered, causing him to fall and then stumble again. He tried to remove pieces of jewelry—earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and rings—but each item seemed unremovable. The clasps wouldn’t open, and the rings felt glued in place.
Tears welled up again, and he squeezed his eyes shut in fear. "I'm scarhed," he whimpered, in very broken English.
What he wanted to say: "I'm scared."
Moments later, the five other Korean women found him, grabbing his hands gently. One of them, Min-Ji, criticized her, "Yoon-hee, you're 34! Your husband, Jae-Soo, and your children, Min-Ho and Soo-Jin, are waiting for you!"
They spoke in Korean, reminding Ben—now Yoon-Hee—of details he couldn’t comprehend. Confused, he protested, "I'm nawt a giwl! I'mma boy. Mah name is Ben, and mah mom is...is..."
What he wanted to say: “I’m not a girl! I’m a boy. My name is Ben, and my mom is...is…”
One of the women noticed a woman matching Emily's description nearby, being torn apart by zombies. Whispering to her friends in Korean, Min-Ji said, "That poor boy’s mom. We have to do something for him."
Realizing the truth, they agreed to erase the boy’s memories. As the slow transformation began, Ben’s memories of playing in the park, drawing dinosaurs, and his mother’s bedtime stories began altering, piece by piece, into fragments of Yoon-Hee’s life.
The detailed shifts were subtle but firm:
1. Playing in the park became a memory of styling hair in the salon while talking with friends.
2. Drawing dinosaurs turned into recalling designs for nail art.
3. Bedtime stories from his mom evolved into soothing lullabies Yoon-Hee used to sing to her children.
4. Memories of school morphed into daydreams of beauty school.
5. Grocery shopping with his mom transformed into remembering weekly market visits with her family.
Finally, as Yoon-Hee now fully emerged, she adjusted her blouse, skirt, platform sandals, and her nails, intricately aligning each item. Looking down, she asked in Korean, “What happened?”
Her friends replied, “You were convinced you were a little boy.”
Confused, she examined her reflection and body, declaring, “I’m not a little boy.”
Reflecting on her life as a woman, she spoke of her accomplishments, confidently saying, “I would never know life as a boy because I have never been a boy before. Thank you, my friends, for correcting my mind.”
She chuckled, glancing down at her delicate jewelry. “Oh, my tiny feet!” she exclaimed in Korean, grinning as the platform sandals thumped against the ground.
The woman named Yoon-Hee had returned, fully integrated into her life, as the echoes of Ben’s desperate cries faded into the recesses of forgotten memories, lost amidst the relentless survival of an unyielding world.
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 very long and very thorough and detailed 220 numbered line sentences story taking place in the year 2020 starring 7 year old Ben 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, and her shoe size mentioned. Have Ben make a comment about his mom's feet being small for a grown up and have it be in quoted text asking if his feet were gonna be that tiny when he grew up in an innocent voice and spell words wrong showing what he wanted to say versus what he said in his little kid voice. Have his mom laugh and say no and have it be in quoted text saying since he's a boy and not a girl his feet should grow very big and have her guess what size his feet will be when he's older. 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 him following close behind. Have 6 Korean women appear wearing blouses and skirts with detailed descriptions of the colors and types of blouses and skirts and have all be wearing platform sandals and platform shoes with detailed descriptions of the colors of the platform sandals and platform shoes and have all of them have painted nails and include the colors and have some of them be wearing wedding rings with descriptions of the wedding rings. Include all 6 Korean women's names, ages all being older than his mom, heights all being shorter than his mom, weights, birthdays, birth years all being older than his mom with one of the 6 women being much older than the other 5 women and have her have a wedding ring and three of the women being related to each other and how and have all 3 be from the same exact place since they're related and have them all work at the same salon together, hair colors and styles all being short Korean styles and where they were from in the US or if they were from South Korea and their shoe sizes. Have one of the women notice the boy saying something to him in Korean and 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. Reveal which woman grabbed him and include her information a second time including her name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and where she was from and her shoe size being much smaller than his moms and mention her blouse type and color being the same as it was earlier and her skirt type and color being the same as it was earlier and her platform sandals color and type being the same as it was earlier and the color of her nail polish being the same as it was earlier.. Have all of the women be salon stylists and include them all being salon stylists in the story and how long each of them had been one for. Have him open his eyes realizing he's taller and feels different looking down and noticing the blouse and knee length skirt he was now wearing being the same consistent color they were earlier in the story and his different skin tone and the platform sandals being the same they were earlier in the story and the polished nails being the same color they were earlier in the story and have him look for his mommy worriedly realizing she's now gone. Have him yell for mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote the way he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him try to run stumbling over the platform sandals he was now wearing and have the woman's outfit be very uncomfortable and have him trip over something hearing his female voice and have him gag at how girly it all was and have him squeeze his eyes shut. Have him do everything to pace himself trying to run away from the zombies and and have the platform sandals be hard to run in and have him consistently trip over the platform sandals eventually getting far enough away from the zombies. Have him innocently study his new reflection tracing his almond shaped eyes with his new hands and have him try to change his eyes back to the normal wide eyes noticing they look nothing like his mother's but give up on trying being specific as to what he did. Have him say i want to go home i want mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English and saying some words wrong and show the quoted text how he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him start crying at the sound of his voice. Have him play with his short female hair and what he did with it noticing his polished nails on his female hands as he played with it but being unable to change it back to his boyish hair. Have him try to remove the blouse and skirt in different ways being unsuccessful and including each of the ways in the story with a detailed description. Have him try to remove the platform sandals being unable to trying in 5 different ways and including each of the 5 ways in the story but the platform sandals aren't glued to her feet they just won't come off and have him notice his tiny female feet getting grossed out at them. Have him notice his female feet actually look smaller than his mom's feet and have him say something and have it be in quoted text in very broken English about how he's gonna have girl feet and talk like the funny lady he now is for the rest of his life and show the quote he wanted to say it versus how he said it in very broken English. Have him move one of his female feet losing balance and tripping causing himself to fly up to his two feet stumbling unwillingly walking in a feminine fast speedwalk with a description of how the Korean woman's body moved as he unintentionally walked in the platform sandals with them thumping against the ground. Have him try to remove the first piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why he couldn't. Have him try to remove the second piece of the woman's 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 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 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 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 jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to say I'm scared and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote how he wanted to say it versus how he said it and have him squeeze his eyes shut in fear. Have the woman's 5 other friends find her and grab her by the hands guiding her somewhere. Have another one of the other women criticize her reminding her her age and of her family she had and have it be in quoted text in Korean mentioning how old she is and her family members by name and who they were to her specifically saying all of her family calling the boy by their friend's name who had grabbed him earlier and who he was in the body of. Have the boy in the woman's body hear the Korean women speaking to him thinking he's their friend unable to understand it at all. Have him struggle to run out in the platform sandals as the women drag him and have him make it out to the parking lot and have the parking lot be empty. Have him be terrified squeezing his eyes shut again. Have the other women feel that they're friend is suffering a mental episode. Have them ask their friend about what she is trying to tell them and have it be in quoted text in Korean. Have the boy confusingly just say i'm not a girl i'm a boy and have it be in quoted text in very broken English showing what he wanted to say vs. what he said and have him say his name and who his mom is just calling her mom describing her. Have one of them notice a woman matching that description nearby being torn apart by zombies whispering to her friends in Korean and have it be in quoted text saying that poor boy's mom we have to do something for him. Have them come to the conclusion that this really is a boy stuck in the body of their friend and that his mom didn't survive and have them decide to erase the boy's memories so he doesn't have to know what happened to his mom and have them decide to completely override the boy's existence with their friend's and erase the boy from existence completely and have the boy try to resist the mental changes only to succumb to them in the end having no memory of being a little boy and have it be a slow and gradual change being very detailed as every part of her memory changed listing 5 details of the boy's life that slowly turned into the same or similar details of the woman's life. Have her look down at her blouse and skirt and platform sandals and her nails and her jewelry adjusting all of it being very detailed as to what she did. Have her ask her friends what happened and have it be in quoted text in Korean. Have them tell her she was convinced she was a little boy and have it be in quoted text in Korean. Have her get confused as she looked at her body and said i'm not a little boy and have it be in quoted text in Korean talking about every thing she's accomplished in her life as a woman and how she would never know life as a boy cause she has never been a boy before thanking her friends for correcting her mind. Have her grab her head chuckling looking at her jewelry again thumping in her sandals making a comment about her tiny feet and have it be in quoted text in Korean.
Response: Ben, a seven-year-old blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy with freckles dotting his cheeks, wore a red t-shirt with a dinosaur print, blue jeans, and neon green sneakers. His innocence contrasted starkly with the world outside, which had been overtaken by a zombie pandemic. His mother, Emily, a vibrant woman of thirty-five, stood at 5'7" and weighed around 145 pounds. Born on May 12, 1985, her dark brown hair fell in loose waves to her shoulders, and her warm hazel eyes always held a gentle resilience. Her heart-shaped face usually bore a reassuring smile, which often comforted Ben. She wore a simple yellow blouse with a pair of faded blue jeans and sensible running shoes which fit her size 6 feet perfectly. "Mama, why's your feet so tiny?" Ben asked, his voice smooth despite the looming danger around them. "Will my feet be that tiny when I grow up?" Emily chuckled, shaking her head as she picked a can of beans off the nearly emptied shelf. "No, sweetheart. You're a boy, and not a girl, so your feet should grow very big. I guess they might be around a size ten or eleven when you’re older." As they cautiously grabbed food and supplies, loading them into their shopping cart, a guttural resonating groan echoed through the stale air of the grocery store. Zombies began pouring in, stumbling and hungrily searching for their next prey. Panic struck Emily; she seized Ben's hand, and they dashed down the nearest aisle. Ahead appeared six Korean women, each evidently older than Emily and radiating a careful elegance even amongst the chaos. Dressed in an array of stylish blouses and skirts, their attire contrasted with the dire situation. The eldest, Hae-Won, aged 58, wore a lavender blouse adorned with tiny pearl buttons, paired with a dark green skirt. Her black platform sandals matched her deep red nail polish, which was flawless despite everything. Her wedding ring, a thin gold band with embedded petite diamonds, glinted under the dim lights. Following Hae-Won were her daughters, Jae-Hwa, Sun-Mi, and Yoo-Jin, all in their late forties, sharing similar features and an undeniable familial bond. They hailed from Busan, South Korea, but had resided in New York City for over twenty years, working together at a renowned salon. Jae-Hwa wore a light blue blouse with a flowy white skirt and silver platform shoes that sparkled with each step. Her nails were painted a soft pink. Sun-Mi donned a green blouse with a gray floral skirt and black platform sandals, her nails a bright orange since she loved bold colors. Yoo-Jin opted for a polka-dotted red blouse with a plain black skirt, her wooden platform shoes echoing with every step, her nails corally painted. Their two friends, Min-Ji, aged 41, and Hee-Young, aged 43, also salon stylists of over fifteen years, completed the group. Min-Ji opted for a mustard blouse tucked into a navy skirt, and her brown platform sandals, contrasting with her turquoise nail polish which stood out. Hee-Young wore an olive blouse paired with a beige skirt, her yellow platform shoes distinct, with nails painted deep purple. All of the women were around 5'4" and weighed roughly 120 pounds. Though shorter and lighter than Emily, their presence was commanding. As zombies approached, Hae-Won noticed Ben and knelt, speaking softly in Korean while reaching out. Ben tried to evade her hand, but she gently grasped him, and immediately, his head spun. His vision darkened, and he fell unconscious. Ben awoke, his eyes opening slowly. To his shock, he was taller and, more strangely, wore a women's lavender blouse and a knee-length dark green skirt. His skin tone was different, more like Hae-Won's. Glancing down, he saw the same black platform sandals and polished deep red nails he'd seen before everything went black. "Mommy!" he cried out in terrified, broken English, "Mommy, whewe awe yoo?" What he wanted to say: "Mommy, where are you?" Hearing a sweet, feminine voice in his ears, he gagged, feeling the unfamiliarity of it all overwhelm him. Hastily, he tried to run, but the platform sandals tripped him up, and he stumbled, barely catching himself each time. After distancing himself from the zombies with great difficulty, he noticed an empty parking lot. Desperately, he glanced at his reflection. He traced his new almond-shaped eyes with his polished fingers. "I wahnt too go hohm. I wahnt mahmee," he whimpered, tears streaming down his face. What he wanted to say: "I want to go home. I want mommy." Fidgeting with his short hair, he realized the polished nails and delicate hands were his own. He attempted different strategies to remove the blouse and skirt but failed each time. He tugged at the fabric buttons, tried ripping it at the seams, and even considered using a sharp object to cut through. Yet, none worked. His attempts to remove the platform sandals also proved futile. He untied them, pulled at them with all his strength, tried yanking them from various angles, but they wouldn’t budge. Grossed out by his tiny, feminine feet, he muttered, "Immah haff giwl feet an’ talg like a funny laddy fowewe." What he wanted to say: "I'm going to have girl feet and talk like this funny lady forever." As he kept moving, his balance faltered, causing him to fall and then stumble again. He tried to remove pieces of jewelry—earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and rings—but each item seemed unremovable. The clasps wouldn’t open, and the rings felt glued in place. Tears welled up again, and he squeezed his eyes shut in fear. "I'm scarhed," he whimpered, in very broken English. What he wanted to say: "I'm scared." Moments later, the five other Korean women found him, grabbing his hands gently. One of them, Min-Ji, criticized her, "Yoon-hee, you're 34! Your husband, Jae-Soo, and your children, Min-Ho and Soo-Jin, are waiting for you!" They spoke in Korean, reminding Ben—now Yoon-Hee—of details he couldn’t comprehend. Confused, he protested, "I'm nawt a giwl! I'mma boy. Mah name is Ben, and mah mom is...is..." What he wanted to say: “I’m not a girl! I’m a boy. My name is Ben, and my mom is...is…” One of the women noticed a woman matching Emily's description nearby, being torn apart by zombies. Whispering to her friends in Korean, Min-Ji said, "That poor boy’s mom. We have to do something for him." Realizing the truth, they agreed to erase the boy’s memories. As the slow transformation began, Ben’s memories of playing in the park, drawing dinosaurs, and his mother’s bedtime stories began altering, piece by piece, into fragments of Yoon-Hee’s life. The detailed shifts were subtle but firm: 1. Playing in the park became a memory of styling hair in the salon while talking with friends. 2. Drawing dinosaurs turned into recalling designs for nail art. 3. Bedtime stories from his mom evolved into soothing lullabies Yoon-Hee used to sing to her children. 4. Memories of school morphed into daydreams of beauty school. 5. Grocery shopping with his mom transformed into remembering weekly market visits with her family. Finally, as Yoon-Hee now fully emerged, she adjusted her blouse, skirt, platform sandals, and her nails, intricately aligning each item. Looking down, she asked in Korean, “What happened?” Her friends replied, “You were convinced you were a little boy.” Confused, she examined her reflection and body, declaring, “I’m not a little boy.” Reflecting on her life as a woman, she spoke of her accomplishments, confidently saying, “I would never know life as a boy because I have never been a boy before. Thank you, my friends, for correcting my mind.” She chuckled, glancing down at her delicate jewelry. “Oh, my tiny feet!” she exclaimed in Korean, grinning as the platform sandals thumped against the ground. The woman named Yoon-Hee had returned, fully integrated into her life, as the echoes of Ben’s desperate cries faded into the recesses of forgotten memories, lost amidst the relentless survival of an unyielding world.
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