You are lying on your bed, minding your own business when a strange, tingling sensation floods through your body. Confused, you sit up, but the feeling only intensifies. Before you can stand to shake it off, your surroundings start to warp and twist as if your room is being swallowed by a vortex. Panic bubbles up within you as your once familiar world dissolves into a kaleidoscope of unfamiliar colors and shapes.
A groan escapes your lips as you suddenly feel your body contorting, reshaping itself against your will. If you were a woman, your chest flattens, stripping away your feminine curves; your abdomen tightens, and a masculine form takes over as an Adam’s apple forms in your throat, changing your voice into a deeper timbre. Your genitals twist and invert themselves into male anatomy, the transformation unsettlingly rapid and irreversible. If you were already a man, you still feel the disconcerting changes as your body regresses in age and height, becoming a stubbier, chibi-like form with an oversized head and minimal detail.
Your clothes shift, the fabric morphing into a blue tunic with a red scarf, sturdy brown leather gloves and boots, and a distinctive blue Phrygian cap with large brown goggles atop it. Your hands clench involuntarily, feeling callouses that weren’t there before—the hands of a builder, not of you.
As you struggle to comprehend these changes, an even more alarming sensation hits you like a tidal wave: your mind starts clouding over, making you dizzy. Memories of your previous life, your personality, your very essence, begin to slip like sand through your fingers.
“No!” The word escapes your mouth, but it’s the last coherent thing you say, voice struggling to hold onto the fragments of your past. “I have to remember! I can’t forget!”
Yet, despite your determined efforts, your memories continue to fade, leaving a void that is quickly filled with foreign memories and a new personality entirely. A sense of duty to rebuild Alefgard, the urge to build and create, takes over. Your protests grow quieter, your sense of self fragmenting until it’s gone, replaced by the Builder’s identity. The new memories are so vivid, they push out every ounce of resistance.
With your new memories firmly in place, dizziness ebbs away, replaced by a clarity that feels unsettlingly right. You know nothing of your previous life; it is as though it never existed. You are the Builder, and you always have been.
A voice cuts through the haze in your mind, clear and divine. “Can you hear My voice?” the goddess Rubiss calls.
You blink, finding yourself no longer in your room but in a dark, earthen chamber—an unmarked grave. The Goddess’s light is warm and bright, enveloping you as she speaks.
“This world is in ruin, felled by the Dragonlord’s curse. You are the only one who can bring it back from the brink. The curse has sapped the creativity from all but you,” Rubiss explains.
You shake yourself free of dirt and debris, already grasping the simplistic yet essential tools she instructs you to forge. When the Goddess pauses, you glance up with a questioning expression, not fully grasping the gravity of Her words.
“Remember, Builder, you are not a Hero. Your task is to rebuild, to offer sanctuary to those left.”
A cheeky, almost careless smile forms on your lips—a reaction that catches even you by surprise. Deep down, a part of you revels in the idea of building for the sheer joy of it, rather than out of some poignant sense of duty. “I just want to build things,” you think to yourself. Rubiss seems perturbed by your nonchalance but chooses not to press further.
Once again alone in the dark chamber, you nonetheless feel invigorated, your new purpose burning like a forge within your chest. With renewed confidence and just a touch of your newly-acquired sass, you step forward into the world of Alefgard, tool in hand, ready to build, create, and hopefully, save what remains of this fallen realm.
Your past life is completely forgotten, a fading echo that cannot reach you anymore. All that matters now is your role as the Legendary Builder—a reborn soul in a world desperate for salvation.
This story was generated by user LanHikari with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader turning into male Builder (who is also a human, albeit magically reanimated unlike the reader himself/herself) from the 2016 video game "Dragon Quest Builders", complete with gender change (if the reader is a female before the transformation; in case the reader is female, her breasts flatten to leave her flat-chested, while her feminine curves vanished to give way to a male body, as an Adam's apple forms in her throat to give her a masculine voice, and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) invert itself into male genitals (testicles and penis); however, the reader could be a male before the transformation, so gender change is optional and only if the reader is female), instant clothes change (the reader's clothes instantly transform into male Builder's outfit), height regression (making him/her shorter due to his/her chibification, making his/her body small with stubby limbs, an oversized head, and minimal detail), age change, voice change (the voice change also causes the reader to lose the ability to speak and becoming silent (aside from yelps, grunts, battle cries, and so forth)), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of "Dragon Quest Builders"), and mind/mental change (with all of the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Builder's personality and memories, making him/her dizzy with a fuzzy mind (the dizziness and the mind's fuzziness clears up when his/her memories are fully replaced), despite his/her best efforts on fighting them off (he doesn't want to forget his previous self but then completely forgets all about his previous self against his will), making him unable to remember his previous self, so he remembers (or rather knows) that he has always been Builder (which is his true/real self), completely oblivious/unaware of his previous self (which wasn't real to begin with)). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For male Builer's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a young man (without any facial hair) who has light sandy-brown spiky hair (which is short and spiky), while his skin is fair in color, and his eyes' irises are blue in color. He is a very distant descendant of Erdrick and the last person left in Alefgard who has the power to create new things (as such he is titled as the Legendary Builder and he is tasked with rebuilding the ruined world around him). He wears a blue tunic with a red scarf, black undershirt, white pants and brown leather gloves and brown leather boots as well as a brown belt (with a gold circular buckle at the front) around his waist, which is adorned with a sleeping roll and water skin (representing Wayfarer's clothes). He also wears a blue Phrygian cap with large brown goggles (with yellow rims) on top. He is shown equipped with a Hammerhood's giant mallet. On his hands, Geo wears red fingerless gloves with yellow squares on their backs, which widen into red-and-gold discs around his wrists. Here is male Builder's personality; The Builder is curt and informal when addressing their fellow citizens, and even when communing with Rubiss herself. One such instance of this is upon first meeting Myrlund, the Builder opts to address him as "Gramps". The Builder have a noticeably carefree attitude, often telling others not to worry about their concerns and also is initially disinterested in the larger plight of Alefgard, professing that they would rather build for building sake than doing it so for the good of mankind and their fight aganist the monsters. Over the course of his task however, the Builder's attitude changes, forming deep bonds of friendship with the people he met and assisted. In the end, when asked to leave them under the looming threat of the Dragonlord despite having at disposition all the tools necessary to confront him, the Builder couldn't bring themself to do so, and choosed to challenge the tyrant, even if it meant losing Rubiss protection and critically shortening their own lifespan. Even after proving their identity as the Legendary Builder and earning their respect, the Builder hopelessly appears inattentive and dim-witted to the citizens of Alefgard, who often remark on their vacant stare or overestimation of their own skills. This character follows the Dragon Quest series tradition of being silent, though character's voice actor is employed for yelps, grunts, battle cries, and so forth when taking damage or fighting monsters. Furthermore, a sassy personality is strongly implied for both as the protagonist will talk back to several characters over the course of the adventure, even the Goddess Herself. No dialogue is displayed when this happens, and the implication is carried through by the reactions of the other conversation participants. Here are the male Builder's abilities; The Builder is the only person alive who is able to combine, rearrange and construct objects from materials and the only one who can reduce said objects back to their components by destroying them. This being said, the Builder is not totally immune to the hex--he will be stripped of all knowledge gained during a chapter when beginning a new one, and must relearn every recipe again. Due to the focus of "Dragon Quest Builders" (the game which the Builder is part of) being more sandbox-orientated than previous Dragon Quest game titles, the Builder has far fewer stats than the typical protagonist. Only HP, attack, and defence are shown in-game, with the former improving through leveling up the quality of a given chapter's town and through Seeds of life, with the latter two being completely dependent on weapons and armour. Here is the male Builder's origins/history; The Builder's history prior to the events of the game are never fully explained, only that he died sometime ago by an unknown cause and was brought back to life by Rubiss for the express task of rebuilding Alefguard. The reasons for Rubiss's choice to revive him in particular is due to the fact that the Builder, like the the fallen Hero, is also a descendant of Erdrick--something she does not reveal to him until he has completed his task. However, unlike his ancestor, he was not blessed with strength but with the power of creation, an art lost in this series' timeline. The story is that the reader is minding his/her own business, but is then interrupted by a weird tingly feeling as his/her world suddenly starts warping into the world of Dragon Quest Builders, and his/her body starts to change against his will. After the physical transformation ends, his (the reader is now totally a male if he was a female before) mind starts clouding up (making him dizzy) and he starts forgetting all about his previous self (also against his will), making him hold his head in fear and tells/screams himself to remember, but then he loses his ability to speak (other than yelps, grunts, battle cries, and so forth) and he is losing all memories and personality of his previous self as he suffers from amnesia, making it completely impossible to remember his previous self or life and leaving him as an unnamed Builder. The Builder awakens in Alefgard at the words of Rubiss asking if the Builder can hear Her voice. She explains the fate that has befallen Her world, and that the Builder is the only person alive with the ability to forge items from raw materials, as all others have fallen prey to the curse of the Dragonlord that has clouded creative clarity the world over. The Builder begins the tutorial of the game entombed in an unmarked grave, where in Rubiss explains the process of crafting tools and what will be required of the Builder to save the remaining lives left in Alefguard (while being interrupted frequently). The Goddess ends the tutorial by stating that he is not a Hero, and thus the Builder's responsibility lies strictly with rebuilding the towns of Alefguard and giving safe haven to the people. The Goddess is then flabbergasted to hear Her chosen one "doesn't get it" and "just wants to build things" (but the Builder may in fact rebuild the towns of Alefguard and giving safe haven to the people, which depends on the Builder himself). 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 are lying on your bed, minding your own business when a strange, tingling sensation floods through your body. Confused, you sit up, but the feeling only intensifies. Before you can stand to shake it off, your surroundings start to warp and twist as if your room is being swallowed by a vortex. Panic bubbles up within you as your once familiar world dissolves into a kaleidoscope of unfamiliar colors and shapes. A groan escapes your lips as you suddenly feel your body contorting, reshaping itself against your will. If you were a woman, your chest flattens, stripping away your feminine curves; your abdomen tightens, and a masculine form takes over as an Adam’s apple forms in your throat, changing your voice into a deeper timbre. Your genitals twist and invert themselves into male anatomy, the transformation unsettlingly rapid and irreversible. If you were already a man, you still feel the disconcerting changes as your body regresses in age and height, becoming a stubbier, chibi-like form with an oversized head and minimal detail. Your clothes shift, the fabric morphing into a blue tunic with a red scarf, sturdy brown leather gloves and boots, and a distinctive blue Phrygian cap with large brown goggles atop it. Your hands clench involuntarily, feeling callouses that weren’t there before—the hands of a builder, not of a reader. As you struggle to comprehend these changes, an even more alarming sensation hits you like a tidal wave: your mind starts clouding over, making you dizzy. Memories of your previous life, your personality, your very essence, begin to slip like sand through your fingers. “No!” The word escapes your mouth, but it’s the last coherent thing you say, voice struggling to hold onto the fragments of your past. “I have to remember! I can’t forget!” Yet, despite your determined efforts, your memories continue to fade, leaving a void that is quickly filled with foreign memories and a new personality entirely. A sense of duty to rebuild Alefgard, the urge to build and create, takes over. Your protests grow quieter, your sense of self fragmenting until it’s gone, replaced by the Builder’s identity. The new memories are so vivid, they push out every ounce of resistance. With your new memories firmly in place, dizziness ebbs away, replaced by a clarity that feels unsettlingly right. You know nothing of your previous life; it is as though it never existed. You are the Builder, and you always have been. A voice cuts through the haze in your mind, clear and divine. “Can you hear My voice?” the goddess Rubiss calls. You blink, finding yourself no longer in your room but in a dark, earthen chamber—an unmarked grave. The Goddess’s light is warm and bright, enveloping you as she speaks. “This world is in ruin, felled by the Dragonlord’s curse. You are the only one who can bring it back from the brink. The curse has sapped the creativity from all but you,” Rubiss explains. You shake yourself free of dirt and debris, already grasping the simplistic yet essential tools she instructs you to forge. When the Goddess pauses, you glance up with a questioning expression, not fully grasping the gravity of Her words. “Remember, Builder, you are not a Hero. Your task is to rebuild, to offer sanctuary to those left.” A cheeky, almost careless smile forms on your lips—a reaction that catches even you by surprise. Deep down, a part of you revels in the idea of building for the sheer joy of it, rather than out of some poignant sense of duty. “I just want to build things,” you think to yourself. Rubiss seems perturbed by your nonchalance but chooses not to press further. Once again alone in the dark chamber, you nonetheless feel invigorated, your new purpose burning like a forge within your chest. With renewed confidence and just a touch of your newly-acquired sass, you step forward into the world of Alefgard, tool in hand, ready to build, create, and hopefully, save what remains of this fallen realm. Your past life is completely forgotten, a fading echo that cannot reach you anymore. All that matters now is your role as the Legendary Builder—a reborn soul in a world desperate for salvation.
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