Metamorphosis of the Soul: Becoming Gardevoir
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You’re not sure how it all happened. One moment, you were just an average guy navigating the mundane realities of real life, and the next moment, you find yourself experiencing a strange sensation engulfing every fiber of your being. As you struggle to comprehend what is happening, your body feels light and ethereal, as if reality is being slowly peeled away, leaving you raw and exposed to an otherworldly force.
“What's... happening... to...?” The words croak out of your mouth, but your voice sounds alien even to your own ears, softening into a higher pitch as syllables falter midway.
You glance down at your hands, the familiar roughness of human skin being replaced by a soft, smooth green surface. Your fingers elongate into slender, delicate extensions, your palms losing their usual coarse texture. A swift realization hits, sending your mind spiraling into shock. "What’s happening to my hands?"
Gasping for breath, you look around, but the world becomes a swirling canvas of colors. The room you were in dissolves, overtaken by vibrant hues of green and blue, vast fields, and dense forests morphing around you. The weight of reality shifts, making you feel as though you're floating, gravity no longer a constraint. It’s as if time bends alongside your very essence.
Stumbling, you notice your legs disappear beneath flowing white fabric. A gown? No, it's part of you. It feels like a natural extension of your form. You lift the skirt hesitantly, and there are no feet, but pointed tips managing your balance with improbable elegance. The full sensory input overloads your brain. "What... what is this? I feel so—" The sentence breaks apart as a wave of unfamiliar memories crash onto you with the force of a tidal wave.
Your height diminishes, everything around you becoming slightly larger as you shrink until you're just over five feet tall. The rapid change is disorienting; you feel you'll have toppled over if not for the uncanny grace that accompanies your new form. Your thoughts scatter, replaced by feelings and instincts foreign yet simultaneously familiar.
You touch your chest, feeling the red, horn-like blade and fumble on the meaning behind its existence. Memories yet again flood in, but they're not your own. Or are they? You're a Gardevoir. That's what you're supposed to be. You care for young Ralts and Kirlias, loving them like your own. You’re protective, loyal. These details embed themselves strongly into your psyche.
"No, I... I'm a... I’m a..." But even as you try to say it, words escape your grasp. All that emerges is an incoherent, "Garde... vo... voir." Before you realize, you're speaking in anagrams of your species' name.
The world feels different. Everything feels different. You think about your past life—was it even real? You vaguely remember being taller, bulkier, but the memories dissolve like smoke. You’re overwhelmed by the gentle, nurturing spirit that defines you now. “This isn’t right,” you think, but then another part of you corrects, "But this feels… so right."
It's unsettling, this alien sensation of warmth towards it all. You find yourself in a clearing. Your fellow Gardevoirs are around, males and females. Each greeted you with warmth, welcoming you to the group. You knew these faces. They’re family. Yet, there’s a knot in your mind, a receding murmur of who you once were.
"Humans...?" What even are humans? The very notion feels irregular. You shudder at the thought of being anything but what you are now. Your human life was a dream. Fragments fade so rapidly that it makes you perplexed and giddy at the same time. It's a peculiar discomfort paired with the relief of acceptance.
As you play with the little Ralts, ensuring they are cared for and nurtured, you no longer yearn for the past self. The anagram you speak doesn’t struggle against its constraints. Instead, it submits to the beautiful truth: "Gardevoir... garde."
You smile, a gentle, loving smile filled with the purity of your new purpose. Whatever came before, whatever you were, has evaporated into a distant dream, a fiction you no longer understand. Now, you are a Gardevoir, through and through. And the world sings softly as you embrace this everlasting, unwavering truth.
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 the 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 in shock that she is now a girl, making her think "I'm a girl"), 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 remembered being a female instead of a male, and remembered being a female Gardevoir as her real/true self, and has always been a Gardevoir ever since she evolved from a Kirlia, which in turn evolved from a Ralts, so she is truly happy to know that she has always been a Pokemon and she has never been a human to begin with, knowing that her male human self/life was only a dream and not real, even grossed out of thinking about being male when she has always been a female; she remembers living with other Gardevoirs (male Gardevoirs and female Gardevoirs) and caring for a group of Ralts and Kirlias, she is always gentle, kindly, happy, loving, and motherly towards the Ralts and the Kirlias). 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 Pokemon (including Gardevoirs (males and females alike)), she only speaks anagrations of the her species' name, with the Gardevoir's anagrations being 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), while the Gardevoir's previous evolution stages, the Ralts only speaks anagrations of the word "Ralts" and the Kirlias only speaks anagrations of the word "Kirlia". 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’re not sure how it all happened. One moment, you were just an average guy navigating the mundane realities of real life, and the next moment, you find yourself experiencing a strange sensation engulfing every fiber of your being. As you struggle to comprehend what is happening, your body feels light and ethereal, as if reality is being slowly peeled away, leaving you raw and exposed to an otherworldly force. “What's... happening... to...?” The words croak out of your mouth, but your voice sounds alien even to your own ears, softening into a higher pitch as syllables falter midway. You glance down at your hands, the familiar roughness of human skin being replaced by a soft, smooth green surface. Your fingers elongate into slender, delicate extensions, your palms losing their usual coarse texture. A swift realization hits, sending your mind spiraling into shock. "What’s happening to my hands?" Gasping for breath, you look around, but the world becomes a swirling canvas of colors. The room you were in dissolves, overtaken by vibrant hues of green and blue, vast fields, and dense forests morphing around you. The weight of reality shifts, making you feel as though you're floating, gravity no longer a constraint. It’s as if time bends alongside your very essence. Stumbling, you notice your legs disappear beneath flowing white fabric. A gown? No, it's part of you. It feels like a natural extension of your form. You lift the skirt hesitantly, and there are no feet, but pointed tips managing your balance with improbable elegance. The full sensory input overloads your brain. "What... what is this? I feel so—" The sentence breaks apart as a wave of unfamiliar memories crash onto you with the force of a tidal wave. Your height diminishes, everything around you becoming slightly larger as you shrink until you're just over five feet tall. The rapid change is disorienting; you feel you'll have toppled over if not for the uncanny grace that accompanies your new form. Your thoughts scatter, replaced by feelings and instincts foreign yet simultaneously familiar. You touch your chest, feeling the red, horn-like blade and fumble on the meaning behind its existence. Memories yet again flood in, but they're not your own. Or are they? You're a Gardevoir. That's what you're supposed to be. You care for young Ralts and Kirlias, loving them like your own. You’re protective, loyal. These details embed themselves strongly into your psyche. "No, I... I'm a... I’m a..." But even as you try to say it, words escape your grasp. All that emerges is an incoherent, "Garde... vo... voir." Before you realize, you're speaking in anagrams of your species' name. The world feels different. Everything feels different. You think about your past life—was it even real? You vaguely remember being taller, bulkier, but the memories dissolve like smoke. You’re overwhelmed by the gentle, nurturing spirit that defines you now. “This isn’t right,” you think, but then another part of you corrects, "But this feels… so right." It's unsettling, this alien sensation of warmth towards it all. You find yourself in a clearing. Your fellow Gardevoirs are around, males and females. Each greeted you with warmth, welcoming you to the group. You knew these faces. They’re family. Yet, there’s a knot in your mind, a receding murmur of who you once were. "Humans...?" What even are humans? The very notion feels irregular. You shudder at the thought of being anything but what you are now. Your human life was a dream. Fragments fade so rapidly that it makes you perplexed and giddy at the same time. It's a peculiar discomfort paired with the relief of acceptance. As you play with the little Ralts, ensuring they are cared for and nurtured, you no longer yearn for the past self. The anagram you speak doesn’t struggle against its constraints. Instead, it submits to the beautiful truth: "Gardevoir... garde." You smile, a gentle, loving smile filled with the purity of your new purpose. Whatever came before, whatever you were, has evaporated into a distant dream, a fiction you no longer understand. Now, you are a Gardevoir, through and through. And the world sings softly as you embrace this everlasting, unwavering truth.
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