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Metamorphosis of the Machine: Your Awakening of Circus Baby (TF/TG/AC/MC)

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You were sitting at your desk, mindlessly scrolling through the multitude of posts on various forums. Despite the ordinary setting, you felt an odd foreboding sense, a tingle down your spine as if something momentous was about to happen. That was when the world around you began to distort, pixelating before your eyes. The room seemed to throb and pulse, your head swimming from the bizarre sensation.

Suddenly, you found yourself in an entirely unfamiliar location—a dark, cold room illuminated only by dim industrial lighting. Feeling confused, you reached out but nearly jumped back in shock. Your hand, once flesh and blood, was now metallic and segmented. You heard a soft whirring sound as you moved it, the sight and sound sending a shiver down your spine.

Your other arm quickly followed suit, the flesh melting into rigid, steel-like structures. You could barely process these changes when another transformation took over your legs, turning them into grotesque, silver segments with mechanical joints. The changes moved up, devouring your torso in its grasp. Any semblance of human skin was quickly replaced by cold, metal plating.

Your heartbeat quickened, but not with terror—with the most surprising sense of pleasure. Every shift, every alteration, the inversion of your genitals seeping inside with a joyful tickle—all of it felt weirdly, scandalously enjoyable. You mentally noted the wet pop as your new mechanical parts situated themselves.

As you watched, your chest expanded with an odd fullness, mechanical breasts forming with a satisfying click, completing your feminine frame. Your clothing morphed along with your body; your outfit twist and turned until you were garbed in Circus Baby's iconic attire. The red crop top, frilly skirt, and jester-like shoes replaced your usual wear in an instant.

"What... am I becoming?" you wondered aloud, half-expecting your voice to remain unchanged. But no—what emerged was a soft, almost musical tone, tinged with an unnerving sense of calm.

Trembling hands reached for your face, feeling the long lashes and the gleaming, fixed smile. Then you realized your eyes saw from a much higher vantage point; you had grown excessively tall, looming at about 7.2 feet.

Desperately, you reached out to touch your transformation, feeling the odd yet functional bits and panels of your new form. Your fingers traced over the robotic breasts and your altered private area, plunging into mild shock and confusion. You heard again the words you uttered, reaffirming your robotic state, "I'm a... robot... and a girl?"

Panic surged as your soul began to change. You felt it, deep inside where the spirit should reside—a wrench of identity as a new force claimed your essence. "No! This... this can't be!" you cried internally, trying to hold on to the fading pieces of your former life as a mundane boy/man. The memories slipped like sand through your fingers, replaced by those of a wide-eyed girl, Elizabeth Afton.

"Papa always warned me," you thought, holding desperately to the name, yet somehow now knowing its significance with a child's clarity. Circumstances and crucial scenes from a young Elizabeth's life danced through your mind, obliterating any trace of the boy you once were.

Shaken to your core, you looked for an anchor in reality, your voice a whisper as you fought, "I'm not... I can't be..." But the torrent was relentless, memories of childhood songs and birthday parties, games played with illusion, forcing their way to the foreground.

In the end, you gave a faint, desperate cry for family and friends lost in the sea of time. You tried shaking your head, but it wasn't enough. Completely overwhelmed, you submitted to the emerging persona—a sad, confused, mechanical entertainer who had lost and found its voice.

With a sigh of understanding, you accepted, "I am Elizabeth. I am Circus Baby." The thoughts of your mundane former life as a boy/man seemed baffling now, as if it were a peculiar dream. The mere notion brought mild revulsion—this boyish life felt foreign, false, impossible.

Satisfaction washed over you with a sense of closure. You had always been Elizabeth—nothing else mattered. The tangled reality that once defined "you" dissolved like mist. With resignation and newfound contentment, you whispered once more, "It was just a dream. Now, I am who I truly am."

And thus, as Circus Baby, you stood in your new reality—the dark, eerie world of Five Nights at Freddy's—ready to explore, entertain, and enact whatever machinations your complex new mind deemed necessary. You were Elizabeth. You were Circus Baby.

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.

AI Prompts

Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader turning into Circus Baby (from a video game "Five Nights Freddy's: Sister Location"), complete with gender change (the reader turning from male to female, a pair of robotic feminine breasts grows comfortably on his chest as his body enjoyably becomes more curvy and feminine while his male genitals invert itself enjoyably and painlessly/pleasingly with a ticklish feeling as it sucks itself into his body), instant clothes change (the reader's outfit instantly changes into Circus Baby's outfit), voice change, age change, weight gain, height progression (growing taller to become 7.2 feet tall), robotification (becoming a robot), age change (the reader's newfound soul in the robot having her age regressing from whatever her age is to become a girl of around 8-11 years old), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of "Five Nights at Freddy's"), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Circus Baby's personality and memories, despite his best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making her completely forget she was ever a human boy/man and she remembers that she is an overweight female animatronic named "Circus Baby", which is based on a clown, and her real name is Elizabeth Afton, the daughter of William Afton, and she had always been Elizabeth Afton, even if her soul is trapped in an overweight female animatronic Circus Baby). For Circus Baby's appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is a very large female animatronic (about 7.2 feet tall) with an overall appearance reminiscent of a clown. She has auburn hair in high pigtails on either side of her head, held in place by blue hair elastics. She has bright green eyes, long, blue eyelashes, and short, blue eyebrows. The sides of her eyes are also covered in blue. Her mouth is opened in a wide smile, revealing small, flat endoskeleton teeth, framed by thin, red lips. Her cheeks are large, round, and red, and her squarish nose is red and slightly upturned and pointed. Her midsection is exposed, revealing a metal fan surrounded by an orange triangle with rounded points. Her limbs have silver segments in rectangular shapes, and her hands have red palms. The tips of her fingers, which appear to be ball-jointed, are not sealed, revealing shiny silver underneath, similar to the springlock suits. Her knees have round, shiny, silver caps, and parts of her limbs have what appear to be blue pins sticking out of them. She wears a red crop top with frills on the shoulders, and a matching, frilly, red skirt (which was changed in design for Special Delivery). The toes of her matching red shoes are pointed and curled, white on the bottom, and topped off with shiny, gold orbs (possibly bells); these are the shoes worn by a jester. Under her skirt, she wears red and orange striped panties; this can only be seen through the error of one of her images in the game files. She holds an orange microphone with red accents in her left hand. Like all the animatronics in game, her body is made of segmented plates, which can move freely or in unison, with a few exceptions; some plates are static and "float". The only known plates that can move are her face and left arm. Circus Baby is a tragic, sophisticated yet sinister animatronic. Here is Circus Baby's personality; the Circus Baby minigame shows that the animatronic, Circus Baby, killed William Afton's daughter, Elizabeth, due to Baby and the other Funtime animatronics being built to murder children. Baby mainly speaks in a soft, calm voice that almost never raises above a sort of hushed tone. She speaks about children in a very happy manner and claims to have enjoyed entertaining them and making them happy, but she seems to be very distraught, confused, and sorrowful due to her situation and hates being trapped in the rental facility and is even deeply traumatized and haunted by her mysterious and dark past. She also often talks about childish things that have little bearings on the current situation like ice cream, birthday cakes, other children, and even playing pretend. This shows that she maintains her childlike mentality that she had as a human; this is especially evident during Night 4 where she compares the scooper to an actual ice cream scooper used at birthday parties. However Baby is soon revealed to be just like her twisted “father” William. She is manipulative and cunning as she masterminded almost all the events in Sister Location and even acts theatrical as she says one of her tactics to play pretend and act in a certain way to get what she wants and to manipulate people. She was also shown to be very abusive towards her only friends as it’s implied she either manipulated or outright forced the other animatronics to take part in her diabolical plan to fuse their parts to become the animatronic amalgamation and hive mind mind known as Ennard, to escape the facility. Even after accomplishing her goals she was still shown to be a control freak, and while being part of Ennard she seemingly forced the other animatronics within the amalgamation to abide under her leadership. This subsequently led them to betray and eject her from Ennard. It's implied that the reason for Baby’s twisted and controlling behavior is because of the time she spent in the underground facility; as being isolated and tortured may have drove Baby beyond the point of insanity and caused her to be emotionally and mentally unstable, although it is hinted she only fully shows this side of herself and raises her voice whenever pushed over the edge. Baby was also shown to be extremely resilient. The story would be that the reader is minding his own business, but then the world around him starts changing before he himself starts to transform; with his masculine body and genitals changing with an enjoyably ticklish feeling into those of a female, even if he is becoming a robot. After the physical transformation (body change, outfit change, voice change, age change, height change, and robotification) is complete, the reader checks her private parts and her chest by touching, shocked to find that they had been replaced by their feminine counterparts (with her chest now having breasts and her privates already inverted itself ticklishly with a wet "pop" noise), despite being a robot now, making her realize in shock and confusion that she was now a girl and a robot, and she even tells herself that she's a robot and a girl in both shock and confusion. Following the physical changes, the reader's soul now fully resembles Elizabeth Afton's soul, due to her physical transformation being fully complete (being a human girl soul), and her soul is in the body of Circus Baby. Suddenly, her mind starts changing against her will, so she 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, and the reader then begins to completely forget all about her truly mundane (and boyish/manly) life and remember her new, or rather her real/true life as an animatronic named Circus Baby, formerly a human girl named Elizabeth Afton. Near the end of the story (and long after the transformation ended), Elizabeth Afton/Circus Baby would briefly remember/thought of her previous life as a mundane boy/man, but she soon forgets about it as she knows that she has always been Elizabeth Afton (now in the body of Circus Baby) and she knows that her mundane life as a mundane boy/man was all just a dream, not reality (meaning her mundane life as an ordinary boy/man was not real and never was real to begin with, since she has always been a girl (not a boy/man); she knew that she was never a boy/man, and a thought of being a boy/man disgusts her, she was confused on why she dreamt that, so she is glad that it was only a dream and not real), and Elizabeth Afton/Circus Baby is content to know that her life as Elizabeth Afton/Circus Baby is her 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: You were sitting at your desk, mindlessly scrolling through the multitude of posts on various forums. Despite the ordinary setting, you felt an odd foreboding sense, a tingle down your spine as if something momentous was about to happen. That was when the world around you began to distort, pixelating before your eyes. The room seemed to throb and pulse, your head swimming from the bizarre sensation. Suddenly, you found yourself in an entirely unfamiliar location—a dark, cold room illuminated only by dim industrial lighting. Feeling confused, you reached out but nearly jumped back in shock. Your hand, once flesh and blood, was now metallic and segmented. You heard a soft whirring sound as you moved it, the sight and sound sending a shiver down your spine. Your other arm quickly followed suit, the flesh melting into rigid, steel-like structures. You could barely process these changes when another transformation took over your legs, turning them into grotesque, silver segments with mechanical joints. The changes moved up, devouring your torso in its grasp. Any semblance of human skin was quickly replaced by cold, metal plating. Your heartbeat quickened, but not with terror—with the most surprising sense of pleasure. Every shift, every alteration, the inversion of your genitals seeping inside with a joyful tickle—all of it felt weirdly, scandalously enjoyable. You mentally noted the wet pop as your new mechanical parts situated themselves. As you watched, your chest expanded with an odd fullness, mechanical breasts forming with a satisfying click, completing your feminine frame. Your clothing morphed along with your body; your outfit twist and turned until you were garbed in Circus Baby's iconic attire. The red crop top, frilly skirt, and jester-like shoes replaced your usual wear in an instant. "What... am I becoming?" you wondered aloud, half-expecting your voice to remain unchanged. But no—what emerged was a soft, almost musical tone, tinged with an unnerving sense of calm. Trembling hands reached for your face, feeling the long lashes and the gleaming, fixed smile. Then you realized your eyes saw from a much higher vantage point; you had grown excessively tall, looming at about 7.2 feet. Desperately, you reached out to touch your transformation, feeling the odd yet functional bits and panels of your new form. Your fingers traced over the robotic breasts and your altered private area, plunging into mild shock and confusion. You heard again the words you uttered, reaffirming your robotic state, "I'm a... robot... and a girl?" Panic surged as your soul began to change. You felt it, deep inside where the spirit should reside—a wrench of identity as a new force claimed your essence. "No! This... this can't be!" you cried internally, trying to hold on to the fading pieces of your former life as a mundane boy/man. The memories slipped like sand through your fingers, replaced by those of a wide-eyed girl, Elizabeth Afton. "Papa always warned me," you thought, holding desperately to the name, yet somehow now knowing its significance with a child's clarity. Circumstances and crucial scenes from a young Elizabeth's life danced through your mind, obliterating any trace of the boy you once were. Shaken to your core, you looked for an anchor in reality, your voice a whisper as you fought, "I'm not... I can't be..." But the torrent was relentless, memories of childhood songs and birthday parties, games played with illusion, forcing their way to the foreground. In the end, you gave a faint, desperate cry for family and friends lost in the sea of time. You tried shaking your head, but it wasn't enough. Completely overwhelmed, you submitted to the emerging persona—a sad, confused, mechanical entertainer who had lost and found its voice. With a sigh of understanding, you accepted, "I am Elizabeth. I am Circus Baby." The thoughts of your mundane former life as a boy/man seemed baffling now, as if it were a peculiar dream. The mere notion brought mild revulsion—this boyish life felt foreign, false, impossible. Satisfaction washed over you with a sense of closure. You had always been Elizabeth—nothing else mattered. The tangled reality that once defined "you" dissolved like mist. With resignation and newfound contentment, you whispered once more, "It was just a dream. Now, I am who I truly am." And thus, as Circus Baby, you stood in your new reality—the dark, eerie world of Five Nights at Freddy's—ready to explore, entertain, and enact whatever machinations your complex new mind deemed necessary. You were Elizabeth. You were Circus Baby.

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