"Pixelated Transcendence: Transformation into Luigi"
2 Points
You close the book, feeling an unusual tingle in your fingers. As you set it aside, a shimmering glow catches your eye. You glance down to see your skin taking on a pixelated sheen, as though you were becoming part of some digital world. Panic seizes you, but before you can react, a wave of change ripples through your body.
Your fingers start to thicken and shorten, transforming into white-gloved hands. These gloves feel snug but comforting, as if they belong to you. Your arms now feel slightly stronger, more accustomed to physical labor. You grasp at your shirt, but it stretches and shifts, becoming a vibrant green. Overalls form around you, their dark blue fabric rough yet familiar. Your shoes morph into heavy brown plumber boots, sturdy and well-worn.
Gasping, you feel a tightening around your torso as your chest broadens slightly. Your stomach grows softer, a faint pudginess appearing that signals a slight weight gain. Your height dips significantly, reducing your perspective. When you look down, the ground seems disconcertingly closer than before, everything around you growing seemingly larger as you shrink to 4.1 feet.
Reality itself blurs and distorts, colors bleeding together before settling into vibrant, cartoony hues. The world transforms into blocky landscapes, question blocks fluttering above, green pipes sprouting from the ground. The familiar urban landscape of your world vanishes, replaced by the warm, welcoming surroundings of the Mushroom Kingdom.
"No—what is happening?" you try to shout, but the voice that emanates is higher, with a distinctive, cheerful tone. The voice is unmistakably Luigi's. You clutch at your head, realizing that your memories are shifting and blending. Your family, your friends—all seem hazy, unreal.
"No! I am... was...who?" you whisper, attempting to fight the mental changes. But Luigi's memories flood in relentlessly: years of chasing after Mario, battling Bowser, and saving Princess Peach. Fear fills you as the memories gain intricacy and lucidity, pushing out your true past.
Inside your mind, Luigi’s voice becomes stronger, more insistent. "It’s-a me, Luigi!" a part of you declares happily, though you struggle to retain your sense of self.
"Mario! I-a need your help," you instinctively call out, feel the words slipping out effortlessly.
The door flings open, and there stands Mario, with his iconic red cap and bushy mustache. "Luigi! What's-a goin' on? You-a look like you-a seen a ghost!"
Terror floods your new persona. “Mario, it’s me! I’m turning into... I’m Luigi!”
"What do you-a mean, Luigi? You’ve always been Luigi!"
No! That’s not true! You fight to remember, but Luigi’s kinder, more patient demeanor takes over completely. Your fear dissipates, replaced by familiar affection and determination. You look at Mario, feeling a usual sibling rivalry mixed with deep-seated, genuine love.
"Sorry, Mario, I-a got confused," you reply, scratching your head. "Must-a been a weird dream."
You find an overwhelming sense of clarity and purpose washes over you—plumbing jobs with Mario, enduring fearful encounters in ghost-filled mansions, kart races, and more. The past you remember, filled with mundane work and suburban monotony, now feels like a distant, foggy daydream.
You know now, deep in your heart, that you are and always have been Luigi. The transition is complete as the last of your past vanishes. Holding your beloved green cap, emblazoned with an "L," you grin. Time to join Mario and explore the Mushroom Kingdom. The adventure never ends for Luigi.
This story was generated by user JesterImp 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 the POV transformation of a male human reader turning into Luigi (from the Super Mario franchise), complete with clothes change, slight weight gain, age progression, height change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Mario), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Luigi's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting them, making the reader completely forget all about his past self, which he realizes never existed and was only a daydream, and remembers that he was and always had been Luigi). For Luigi's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a taller, younger brother of Mario, and usually wears a green shirt, dark blue overalls, a pair of cartoonish white gloves, brown plumber shoes, and a green hat with a green "L" insignia. Being the younger twin of Mario, Luigi is presumed to be 24 years old and has a height of 49 inches (4.1 feet or 124.5 centimeters) tall. Although Luigi is a plumber like Mario, other facets of his personality vary from game to game; Luigi always seems nervous and timid, but is good-natured and can keep his temper better than his brother. He is voiced by Charles Martinet. 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 close the book, feeling an unusual tingle in your fingers. As you set it aside, a shimmering glow catches your eye. You glance down to see your skin taking on a pixelated sheen, as though you were becoming part of some digital world. Panic seizes you, but before you can react, a wave of change ripples through your body. Your fingers start to thicken and shorten, transforming into white-gloved hands. These gloves feel snug but comforting, as if they belong to you. Your arms now feel slightly stronger, more accustomed to physical labor. You grasp at your shirt, but it stretches and shifts, becoming a vibrant green. Overalls form around you, their dark blue fabric rough yet familiar. Your shoes morph into heavy brown plumber boots, sturdy and well-worn. Gasping, you feel a tightening around your torso as your chest broadens slightly. Your stomach grows softer, a faint pudginess appearing that signals a slight weight gain. Your height dips significantly, reducing your perspective. When you look down, the ground seems disconcertingly closer than before, everything around you growing seemingly larger as you shrink to 4.1 feet. Reality itself blurs and distorts, colors bleeding together before settling into vibrant, cartoony hues. The world transforms into blocky landscapes, question blocks fluttering above, green pipes sprouting from the ground. The familiar urban landscape of your world vanishes, replaced by the warm, welcoming surroundings of the Mushroom Kingdom. "No—what is happening?" you try to shout, but the voice that emanates is higher, with a distinctive, cheerful tone. The voice is unmistakably Luigi's. You clutch at your head, realizing that your memories are shifting and blending. Your family, your friends—all seem hazy, unreal. "No! I am... was...who?" you whisper, attempting to fight the mental changes. But Luigi's memories flood in relentlessly: years of chasing after Mario, battling Bowser, and saving Princess Peach. Fear fills you as the memories gain intricacy and lucidity, pushing out your true past. Inside your mind, Luigi’s voice becomes stronger, more insistent. "It’s-a me, Luigi!" a part of you declares happily, though you struggle to retain your sense of self. "Mario! I-a need your help," you instinctively call out, feel the words slipping out effortlessly. The door flings open, and there stands Mario, with his iconic red cap and bushy mustache. "Luigi! What's-a goin' on? You-a look like you-a seen a ghost!" Terror floods your new persona. “Mario, it’s me! I’m turning into... I’m Luigi!” "What do you-a mean, Luigi? You’ve always been Luigi!" No! That’s not true! You fight to remember, but Luigi’s kinder, more patient demeanor takes over completely. Your fear dissipates, replaced by familiar affection and determination. You look at Mario, feeling a usual sibling rivalry mixed with deep-seated, genuine love. "Sorry, Mario, I-a got confused," you reply, scratching your head. "Must-a been a weird dream." You find an overwhelming sense of clarity and purpose washes over you—plumbing jobs with Mario, enduring fearful encounters in ghost-filled mansions, kart races, and more. The past you remember, filled with mundane work and suburban monotony, now feels like a distant, foggy daydream. You know now, deep in your heart, that you are and always have been Luigi. The transition is complete as the last of your past vanishes. Holding your beloved green cap, emblazoned with an "L," you grin. Time to join Mario and explore the Mushroom Kingdom. The adventure never ends for Luigi.
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