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Enchanted Transformation into a Gardevoir

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You wake up, reaching out a hand to hit the snooze button on your alarm clock. Instead of the hard plastic you're expecting, your hand contacts what feels like... nothing. As your eyes snap open, you find that your surroundings are not the familiar bedroom you're used to. Panic floods your veins as you scramble to sit up, but something feels off, something intrinsically alien about your body.

You look down at yourself and realize that your body is different. Drastically different. Instead of human flesh and bone, you see a sylph-like figure covered in a smooth, pale white gown that appears to be part of your skin. Your hands—no, your arms—are slender, green, and almost delicate in appearance. A moment of waking dread courses through you as you take in your new form.

“What's happening?” you mutter, or at least, try to. However, what comes out is a hauntingly melodic sound. “Garde... voir?”

You freeze. That wasn’t English. Desperately, you try again, willing yourself to speak in your familiar tongue, but only more melodic syllables escape your lips. “Gardevoir, Gar... voir.”

Your mind begins to race, grappling with the horrors of realization. You feel your height shrinking, muscles and bones reforming, and your center of balance changing. The miraculous transformation is uncomfortably smooth, feeling every inch of your body regressing from your former 6 feet to just above 5 feet tall. You can feel your voice becoming higher, softer, and distinctly feminine. Your age is also changing, youth seeping into your essence as the transformation completes.

Before you can comprehend the shift, the room around you morphs. The walls shimmer and reform into the lush environment of a forest. Trees stretch around you and sunlight filters through the leaves. The air is filled with the sounds of nature, and yet, it’s undeniably more vibrant and enriched with the fantastic.

Your memories bombard you like a tidal wave, but these aren't your memories. They belong to a Gardevoir, a Pokémon who has always lived to serve and protect. You feel your existence being overwritten, your past life dissolving like mist in the morning sun. The more you try to cling to who you were, the faster it slips away.

You struggle, fighting to remember. "I... I am..." you try one last time, voice faltering. But nothing comes out except the harmonious enunciations you’ve been cursed with. "Gardevoir..."

A searing headache forces you to clutch your head. You can recall things you’ve never experienced—the joy of playing in a field as a Ralts, the playfulness of twirling as a Kirlia, and now the serenity and determination of being a Gardevoir. There is no room for the life you used to know. The human, the male, the individual—now just hazy dreams fading into obscurity.

To whatever remains of your horror, it’s clear: you are, and have always been, a Gardevoir.

Footsteps approach, and you feel a familiar presence. To your surprise, a young girl of no more than ten calls out to you, “There you are, Gardevoir! I was looking for you.”

As you turn to see her, another burst of loyalty and affection flows through you. Protecting her, your Trainer, is suddenly your sole purpose. Any remnants of who you once were dissolve completely.

“Gardevoir!” you say with a nod, a comforting smile spreading across your face.

The girl beams at you. “Come on, let’s go! We have training to do!”

And so you follow, gliding gracefully across the forest floor, utterly and irrevocably a faithful Gardevoir, the human you once were banished to the sands of time, never to resurface again.

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.

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Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of a male human (of somewhere around 5.6 or 6 feet tall) turning into a female Gardevoir (from the Pokemon franchise), complete with gender change (turning a reader from male to female, making him, now her realize that she is now a girl Pokemon), 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 a female, and has always remembered being a female Gardevoir ever since she evolved from a Kirlia, which in turn evolved from a Ralts, so she knows that she has always been a Pokemon and never a human, knowing that her male human self/life was only a dream and not real). 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 Gardevoirs (males and females alike), she only speaks anagrations 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). 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 wake up, reaching out a hand to hit the snooze button on your alarm clock. Instead of the hard plastic you're expecting, your hand contacts what feels like... nothing. As your eyes snap open, you find that your surroundings are not the familiar bedroom you're used to. Panic floods your veins as you scramble to sit up, but something feels off, something intrinsically alien about your body. You look down at yourself and realize that your body is different. Drastically different. Instead of human flesh and bone, you see a sylph-like figure covered in a smooth, pale white gown that appears to be part of your skin. Your hands—no, your arms—are slender, green, and almost delicate in appearance. A moment of waking dread courses through you as you take in your new form. “What's happening?” you mutter, or at least, try to. However, what comes out is a hauntingly melodic sound. “Garde... voir?” You freeze. That wasn’t English. Desperately, you try again, willing yourself to speak in your familiar tongue, but only more melodic syllables escape your lips. “Gardevoir, Gar... voir.” Your mind begins to race, grappling with the horrors of realization. You feel your height shrinking, muscles and bones reforming, and your center of balance changing. The miraculous transformation is uncomfortably smooth, feeling every inch of your body regressing from your former 6 feet to just above 5 feet tall. You can feel your voice becoming higher, softer, and distinctly feminine. Your age is also changing, youth seeping into your essence as the transformation completes. Before you can comprehend the shift, the room around you morphs. The walls shimmer and reform into the lush environment of a forest. Trees stretch around you and sunlight filters through the leaves. The air is filled with the sounds of nature, and yet, it’s undeniably more vibrant and enriched with the fantastic. Your memories bombard you like a tidal wave, but these aren't your memories. They belong to a Gardevoir, a Pokémon who has always lived to serve and protect. You feel your existence being overwritten, your past life dissolving like mist in the morning sun. The more you try to cling to who you were, the faster it slips away. You struggle, fighting to remember. "I... I am..." you try one last time, voice faltering. But nothing comes out except the harmonious enunciations you’ve been cursed with. "Gardevoir..." A searing headache forces you to clutch your head. You can recall things you’ve never experienced—the joy of playing in a field as a Ralts, the playfulness of twirling as a Kirlia, and now the serenity and determination of being a Gardevoir. There is no room for the life you used to know. The human, the male, the individual—now just hazy dreams fading into obscurity. To whatever remains of your horror, it’s clear: you are, and have always been, a Gardevoir. Footsteps approach, and you feel a familiar presence. To your surprise, a young girl of no more than ten calls out to you, “There you are, Gardevoir! I was looking for you.” As you turn to see her, another burst of loyalty and affection flows through you. Protecting her, your Trainer, is suddenly your sole purpose. Any remnants of who you once were dissolve completely. “Gardevoir!” you say with a nod, a comforting smile spreading across your face. The girl beams at you. “Come on, let’s go! We have training to do!” And so you follow, gliding gracefully across the forest floor, utterly and irrevocably a faithful Gardevoir, the human you once were banished to the sands of time, never to resurface again.

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