Battle of Transcendence: Mii Brawler Transformation
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The cold glow of the screen encapsulates your form as you sit, cross-legged and entranced, before the console, the Super Smash Bros Ultimate logo spinning gloriously in the center. Your fingers twitch with anticipation as you consider your character choice. With the swirl of menus, your eyes land on the Mii Brawler, curiosity and mild amusement playing at your lips. But as your fingertips brush the controller's button, the room quivers. The world around you begins to dissolve into a haze of pixelation and shimmering particles.
You gasp, dropping the controller. The air feels thick, heavy, as it twists and contorts around you. A peculiar sensation starts at the very core of your being, tugging and pulling as if your very essence is being unraveled and rewoven.
You look down, horrified yet fascinated, as your body begins to change. If you are female, your chest tightens and compresses, your curves fading into rigid lines. You shiver as your pelvis feels like it's turning inside-out, a warmth spreading and reshaping your genitals into something foreign to you but all too natural for another. If you are male, the shifts are less dramatic, though no less uncomfortable — your skin tingles, your muscles pulse and grow marginally.
Your hair darkens to a stark, glossy black that tumbles around your face before finding its shape and settling. Slowly, your features alter, sharpening and hardening into a stern, distinctly masculine demeanor. Trying to articulate a word, a question maybe, you find your voice holds no articulate language any longer. Instead, a grunt escapes your lips, and your eyes widen in bewilderment. You can still understand language, yet forming the words has become impossible.
Your clothes morph, fibers intertwining and spreading across your body. The familiar fabric of your attire is replaced by the imposing, unmistakable red-and-black outfit of the Mii Brawler. Extra padding grows and solidifies around your forearms and shins, and a wide brown belt cinches snugly around your waist, the name "Mii" proudly emblazoned on the golden buckle.
Your height shifts to a neat 5.3 feet, the world now slightly larger around you, yet it feels just right. Memories start flooding in, drowning out your original thoughts. You fight to hold onto who you were, grasping at fragments of your past life. But the flood is relentless. Each cherished memory fades, replaced with training routines, friendships with Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and bouts in crowded arenas - combat the core of your being.
*“Who am I?”* you think as a persistent thought attempts to break through. But the answer forms not in defiance but in certainty: *“I am Mii Brawler.”* You suddenly realize that you had always been a Mii Fighter, one among the unified trio. The world of battlefields, platforms, and opponents feels like it has always been your reality.
*“Wasn't I...human?”* Another thought tries to surface. But the new memories solidify the truth, enveloping the rogue thought in an unyielding grasp. Your human identity dissolves, now just a distant, fading daydream, one you deeply believed for too long.
You stand up, and the fluid way your body moves feels newly normal. Testing a few punches, your muscles coil and release, each movement crisp and purposeful. Though you cannot speak words, each grunt and shout expresses a fierce determination.
Mii Swordfighter approaches, the air shimmering with a kind of nostalgic relief in their eyes.
*"Ready for the next match?"* their look seems to ask.
You nod reflexively, a determined grin spreading across your face. Your experiences, camaraderie, and battles in this reality feel right. They define you now.
As you step into the arena, the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate becoming your life, a fresh wave of certainty fills you. You are not just called Mii Brawler; you are Mii Brawler. This is where you belong.
This story was generated by user WhyMeei 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 story of the human reader turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (a video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, the reader's breasts deflates/compresses into nothingness/nonexistence, her feminine curves disappearing to make her body more masculine, and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) inverts and is then pushed out of her crotch to turn into testicles and a penis; but this is optional and only necessary if the reader is a female, and the gender does not change if the reader is male before the transformation into Mii Brawler), body change (long black hair, a more stern masculine expression, voice change (making the reader (just like other Mii Fighters, Mii Swordfighter (who is male) and Mii Gunner (who is female), who also cannot speak/talk) unable to speak/talk but can still gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like the other Mii Fighters, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), slight muscle growth, and slight height change to 5.3 feet (160 centimeters) tall), clothes change (the reader's clothes becoming a standard red-and-black-colored Mii Brawler outfit with extra padding on the forearms and shins, and a trademark brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Mii Brawler's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting the new personality and memories off, making him forget all about his previous self, as well as remembering and realizing that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one of the Mii Fighters alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and he realized that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, when he wrongly thought/believe he was a human throughout this time until he now woke up from that daydream, thus he knew that he was never human to begin with, and he knowing that he was and always had been Mii Brawler). 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: The cold glow of the screen encapsulates your form as you sit, cross-legged and entranced, before the console, the Super Smash Bros Ultimate logo spinning gloriously in the center. Your fingers twitch with anticipation as you consider your character choice. With the swirl of menus, your eyes land on the Mii Brawler, curiosity and mild amusement playing at your lips. But as your fingertips brush the controller's button, the room quivers. The world around you begins to dissolve into a haze of pixelation and shimmering particles. You gasp, dropping the controller. The air feels thick, heavy, as it twists and contorts around you. A peculiar sensation starts at the very core of your being, tugging and pulling as if your very essence is being unraveled and rewoven. You look down, horrified yet fascinated, as your body begins to change. If you are female, your chest tightens and compresses, your curves fading into rigid lines. You shiver as your pelvis feels like it's turning inside-out, a warmth spreading and reshaping your genitals into something foreign to you but all too natural for another. If you are male, the shifts are less dramatic, though no less uncomfortable — your skin tingles, your muscles pulse and grow marginally. Your hair darkens to a stark, glossy black that tumbles around your face before finding its shape and settling. Slowly, your features alter, sharpening and hardening into a stern, distinctly masculine demeanor. Trying to articulate a word, a question maybe, you find your voice holds no articulate language any longer. Instead, a grunt escapes your lips, and your eyes widen in bewilderment. You can still understand language, yet forming the words has become impossible. Your clothes morph, fibers intertwining and spreading across your body. The familiar fabric of your attire is replaced by the imposing, unmistakable red-and-black outfit of the Mii Brawler. Extra padding grows and solidifies around your forearms and shins, and a wide brown belt cinches snugly around your waist, the name "Mii" proudly emblazoned on the golden buckle. Your height shifts to a neat 5.3 feet, the world now slightly larger around you, yet it feels just right. Memories start flooding in, drowning out your original thoughts. You fight to hold onto who you were, grasping at fragments of your past life. But the flood is relentless. Each cherished memory fades, replaced with training routines, friendships with Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and bouts in crowded arenas - combat the core of your being. *“Who am I?”* you think as a persistent thought attempts to break through. But the answer forms not in defiance but in certainty: *“I am Mii Brawler.”* You suddenly realize that you had always been a Mii Fighter, one among the unified trio. The world of battlefields, platforms, and opponents feels like it has always been your reality. *“Wasn't I...human?”* Another thought tries to surface. But the new memories solidify the truth, enveloping the rogue thought in an unyielding grasp. Your human identity dissolves, now just a distant, fading daydream, one you deeply believed for too long. You stand up, and the fluid way your body moves feels newly normal. Testing a few punches, your muscles coil and release, each movement crisp and purposeful. Though you cannot speak words, each grunt and shout expresses a fierce determination. Mii Swordfighter approaches, the air shimmering with a kind of nostalgic relief in their eyes. *"Ready for the next match?"* their look seems to ask. You nod reflexively, a determined grin spreading across your face. Your experiences, camaraderie, and battles in this reality feel right. They define you now. As you step into the arena, the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate becoming your life, a fresh wave of certainty fills you. You are not just called Mii Brawler; you are Mii Brawler. This is where you belong.
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