In 2020, the world found itself grappling with a bizarre and ruthless zombie pandemic. Seven-year-old Ben, a bright-eyed white boy, was out shopping with his mom amidst this chaos. Ben was wearing a red hoodie, blue jeans, and light-up sneakers, his blond hair tousled playfully atop his head. He held tightly to his mom's hand, an anchor in a world gone mad.
His mom, Clara, was a striking figure. At 34 years old, she stood at 5'7" and weighed around 150 pounds. Born on November 29, 1985, Clara had warm brown hair that tumbled down in loose waves, and her eyes were a fierce shade of green. She wore a pair of comfortable sneakers, size 7, which Ben couldn't help but notice.
“Mommy, are my feet going to be tiny like yours when I grow up?” Ben asked in his innocent voice, the words spilling out as "Mommy, ah muh feet gonna be tiny like yurs when I grow up?"
Clara chuckled, “No, sweetie. Since you're a boy and not a girl, your feet should grow very big, maybe even a size 10 or 11!”
The two continued wearily grabbing food and supplies, placing them hurriedly into the cart, when a terrifying sight greeted them. Zombies began pouring into the grocery store, their grotesque moans filling the air. Clara grabbed Ben’s hand, and they began running, their hearts pounding in rhythm with their hurried footsteps.
In the chaos, six Korean women appeared, each wearing beautifully tailored blouses and skirts. The blouses varied in color: pale yellow, lavender, sky blue, mint green, soft pink, and a bold red. Their skirts, all knee-length, coordinated perfectly, flowing elegantly as the women moved. They wore different types of platform footwear, ranging from white sandals to black suede shoes, enhancing their stature. Their nails were painted meticulously in an array of colors: pastel peach, neon yellow, deep teal, coral pink, glossy black, and shimmering silver. Among them, some wore wedding rings—delicate bands adorned with small intricate diamonds.
The women were named Hana, Minji, Su-Jin, Yeon-Seo, Eunkyung, and the much older grand matriarch, Mrs. Park. Hana, Minji, and Su-Jin were related, hailing from Busan, South Korea, and worked at the same salon in Los Angeles. Hana, 40 years old, was slender at 5'4" and weighed 130 pounds. Minji, 38 years old and slightly heavier at 140 pounds, stood at 5'5". Su-Jin, 36 years old, was 5'3" and weighed 125 pounds. Yeon-Seo, at 45, was 5'3" and weighed 135 pounds. Eunkyung, 46 years old, stood at 5'2" and weighed 130 pounds. Mrs. Park, 59 years old, was 5'1" and the heaviest at 145 pounds. Their names and details reflected their storied lives and shared heritage.
As they moved, Su-Jin, wearing a light pink blouse and dark grey skirt, noticed Ben. She reached out to him, speaking softly in Korean, “Owago?” (Are you lost?) Ben tried to avoid her but was swiftly grabbed.
His world spun, his vision going black, the sounds of the grocery store fading into the distance. When he regained consciousness, he felt different, somehow taller and distinctly uncomfortable. Looking down, he was stunned to find himself wearing Su-Jin’s pink blouse and grey skirt. His skin tone had changed, his feet now adorned with her delicate white sandals, matching the nail polish he earlier noticed. "Mommy!?" he cried, but the words came out in broken English: "Mommy!? Wiya ah yu?" He tried to run, stumbling awkwardly over the sandals.
Ben—or who he thought was Ben—found his new reflection alarming. Tracing the almond shape of his eyes with his new hands, he found they looked nothing like his former wide ones. "I wanna go home. I want Mommy!" he cried again, but it emerged as, "Ah wanna go home. I wont Mommy!"
He started crying, the sound of his voice alien to his ears. Playing with his short female hair and noticing his polished nails, he tried to change it back to his boyish hair, only to fail. He wrestled with the blouse and skirt, tugging and yanking but unable to remove them. The platform sandals, too, were impossible to pull off despite trying five different methods: prying them with his fingers, using his new nails as tools, kicking at a wall, jamming his feet against a shelf, and even tipping them off with a broom handle—they simply wouldn't budge. He was horrified at his tiny feet, even smaller than his mom's.
“I'm going to have girl feet and talk like this for the rest of my life?” he said in very broken English, “I' gonna hav gurl fee' and tak liek dis fer duh res' of me life?”
With each step he took, the platform sandals made it difficult, causing him to trip. He moved in an unwilling feminine speedwalk, the body swaying gracefully but unnaturally to him. Embarrassed, he tried to remove Su-Jin’s jewelry: first a simple gold bracelet, then a pearl necklace, three small earrings from each ear, and finally a ring. Each piece seemed enchanted, refusing to come off.
"I'm scared," he uttered, his voice trembling, "Ahm scayred."
The other five Korean women found him, taking his hands gently. Hana, the most maternal, criticized gently in Korean, “Su-Jin, your daughter needs you. How could you let yourself be caught in such a state?”
Ben, unable to understand, merely replied, “I’m not a girl. I’m a boy!” in broken English, “I noht a gurl. I a boy! Meh name Ben nd mehm iz…”
One of the women noticed Clara nearby, torn apart by zombies, and whispered in Korean, “That poor boy's mom… we have to do something.”
The women concluded that Ben was trapped in Su-Jin’s body, his mother lost to the zombies. They decided to protect him by erasing his memories, overwriting them with Su-Jin’s.
As Ben resisted, memories blurred and faded. His favorite burger joint became a small Korean restaurant. His hero, a famous American singer, transformed into a legendary K-pop idol. Cartoons he loved turned into Korean dramas. Historical lessons in school morphed into memories of South Korea’s past.
Finally, he stood fully as Su-Jin, her memory overpowering his previous identity. Adjusting her blouse, skirt, sandals, and jewelry, she asked in Korean, “What happened?”
Her friends, relieved, told her, “You were convinced you were a little boy.”
Su-Jin looked at herself, marveling, “I’m not a little boy. Look at all I've accomplished. Thank you for helping clear my mind.”
She chuckled, adjusting her jewelry again, commenting in Korean, “My feet are so tiny,” before walking away with her friends, leaving any trace of Ben behind.
This story was generated by user manemansteve 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.
Prompt: A very long and very thorough and detailed 180 numbered sentences story taking place in the year 2020 starring 7 year old Ben with a description of what he's wearing and his race being white and have him be shopping with his mom in the middle of a zombie pandemic. Include his mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color, and her shoe size mentioned. Have Ben make a comment about his mom's feet being small for a grown up and have it be in quoted text asking if his feet were gonna be that tiny when he grew up in an innocent voice and spell words wrong showing what he wanted to say versus what he said in his little kid voice. Have his mom laugh and say no and have it be in quoted text saying since he's a boy and not a girl his feet should grow very big and have her guess what size his feet will be when he's older. Have them be wearily grabbing food and supplies putting it in the cart when zombies started pouring in to the grocery store. Have his mom start running with him following close behind. Have 6 Korean women appear wearing blouses and skirts with detailed descriptions of the colors and types of blouses and skirts and have all be wearing platform sandals and platform shoes with detailed descriptions of the colors of the platform sandals and platform shoes and have all of them have painted nails and include the colors and have some of them be wearing wedding rings with descriptions of the wedding rings. Include all 6 Korean women's names, ages all being older than his mom, heights all being shorter than his mom, weights, birthdays, birth years all being older than his mom with one of the 6 women being much older than the other 5 women and have her have a wedding ring and three of the women being related to each other and how and have all 3 be from the same exact place since they're related and have them all work at the same salon together, hair colors and styles all being short Korean styles and where they were from in the US or if they were from South Korea and their shoe sizes. Have one of the women notice the boy saying something to him in Korean and reaching out to grab him and have him try to avoid her still being grabbed by the woman getting dizzy and have his vision go black. Reveal which woman grabbed him and include her information a second time including her name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and where she was from and her shoe size being much smaller than his moms and mention her blouse type and color being the same as it was earlier and her skirt type and color being the same as it was earlier and her platform sandals color and type being the same as it was earlier and the color of her nail polish being the same as it was earlier.. Have all of the women be salon stylists and include them all being salon stylists in the story and how long each of them had been one for. Have him open his eyes realizing he's taller and feels different looking down and noticing the blouse and knee length skirt he was now wearing being the same consistent color they were earlier in the story and his different skin tone and the platform sandals being the same they were earlier in the story and the polished nails being the same color they were earlier in the story and have him look for his mommy worriedly realizing she's now gone. Have him yell for mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote the way he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him try to run stumbling over the platform sandals he was now wearing and have the woman's outfit be very uncomfortable and have him trip over something hearing his female voice and have him gag at how girly it all was and have him squeeze his eyes shut. Have him do everything to pace himself trying to run away from the zombies and and have the platform sandals be hard to run in and have him consistently trip over the platform sandals eventually getting far enough away from the zombies. Have him innocently study his new reflection tracing his almond shaped eyes with his new hands and have him try to change his eyes back to the normal wide eyes noticing they look nothing like his mother's but give up on trying being specific as to what he did. Have him say i want to go home i want mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English and saying some words wrong and show the quoted text how he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him start crying at the sound of his voice. Have him play with his short female hair and what he did with it noticing his polished nails on his female hands as he played with it but being unable to change it back to his boyish hair. Have him try to remove the blouse and skirt in different ways being unsuccessful and including each of the ways in the story with a detailed description. Have him try to remove the platform sandals being unable to trying in 5 different ways and including each of the 5 ways in the story but the platform sandals aren't glued to her feet they just won't come off and have him notice his tiny female feet getting grossed out at them. Have him notice his female feet actually look smaller than his mom's feet and have him say something and have it be in quoted text in very broken English about how he's gonna have girl feet and talk like the funny lady he now is for the rest of his life and show the quote he wanted to say it versus how he said it in very broken English. Have him move one of his female feet losing balance and tripping causing himself to fly up to his two feet stumbling unwillingly walking in a feminine fast speedwalk with a description of how the Korean woman's body moved as he unintentionally walked in the platform sandals with them thumping against the ground. Have him try to remove the first piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why he couldn't. Have him try to remove the second piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the third piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fourth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fifth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the sixth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to say I'm scared and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote how he wanted to say it versus how he said it and have him squeeze his eyes shut in fear. Have the woman's 5 other friends find her and grab her by the hands guiding her somewhere. Have another one of the other women criticize her reminding her her age and of her family she had and have it be in quoted text in Korean mentioning how old she is and her family members by name and who they were to her specifically saying all of her family calling the boy by their friend's name who had grabbed him earlier and who he was in the body of. Have the boy in the woman's body hear the Korean women speaking to him thinking he's their friend unable to understand it at all. Have him struggle to run out in the platform sandals as the women drag him and have him make it out to the parking lot and have the parking lot be empty. Have him be terrified squeezing his eyes shut again. Have the other women feel that they're friend is suffering a mental episode. Have them ask their friend about what she is trying to tell them and have it be in quoted text in Korean. Have the boy confusingly just say i'm not a girl i'm a boy and have it be in quoted text in very broken English showing what he wanted to say vs. what he said and have him say his name and who his mom is just calling her mom describing her. Have one of them notice a woman matching that description nearby being torn apart by zombies whispering to her friends in Korean and have it be in quoted text saying that poor boy's mom we have to do something for him. Have them come to the conclusion that this really is a boy stuck in the body of their friend and that his mom didn't survive and have them decide to erase the boy's memories so he doesn't have to know what happened to his mom and have them decide to completely override the boy's existence with their friend's and erase the boy from existence completely and have the boy try to resist the mental changes only to succumb to them in the end having no memory of being a little boy and have it be a slow and gradual change being very detailed as every part of her memory changed listing 5 details of the boy's life that slowly turned into the same or similar details of the woman's life not just being about her time practicing haircutting but change things like a favorite food going from American to Korean and a favorite singer going from American to Korean and real and favorite show going from American to Korean and real and a Korean historical event she now remembers. Have her look down at her blouse and skirt and platform sandals and her nails and her jewelry adjusting all of it being very detailed as to what she did. Have her ask her friends what happened and have it be in quoted text in Korean. Have them tell her she was convinced she was a little boy and have it be in quoted text in Korean. Have her get confused as she looked at her body and said i'm not a little boy and have it be in quoted text in Korean talking about every thing she's accomplished in her life as a woman and how she would never know life as a boy cause she has never been a boy before thanking her friends for correcting her mind. Have her grab her head chuckling looking at her jewelry again thumping in her sandals making a comment about her tiny feet and have it be in quoted text in Korean.
Response: In 2020, the world found itself grappling with a bizarre and ruthless zombie pandemic. Seven-year-old Ben, a bright-eyed white boy, was out shopping with his mom amidst this chaos. Ben was wearing a red hoodie, blue jeans, and light-up sneakers, his blond hair tousled playfully atop his head. He held tightly to his mom's hand, an anchor in a world gone mad. His mom, Clara, was a striking figure. At 34 years old, she stood at 5'7" and weighed around 150 pounds. Born on November 29, 1985, Clara had warm brown hair that tumbled down in loose waves, and her eyes were a fierce shade of green. She wore a pair of comfortable sneakers, size 7, which Ben couldn't help but notice. “Mommy, are my feet going to be tiny like yours when I grow up?” Ben asked in his innocent voice, the words spilling out as "Mommy, ah muh feet gonna be tiny like yurs when I grow up?" Clara chuckled, “No, sweetie. Since you're a boy and not a girl, your feet should grow very big, maybe even a size 10 or 11!” The two continued wearily grabbing food and supplies, placing them hurriedly into the cart, when a terrifying sight greeted them. Zombies began pouring into the grocery store, their grotesque moans filling the air. Clara grabbed Ben’s hand, and they began running, their hearts pounding in rhythm with their hurried footsteps. In the chaos, six Korean women appeared, each wearing beautifully tailored blouses and skirts. The blouses varied in color: pale yellow, lavender, sky blue, mint green, soft pink, and a bold red. Their skirts, all knee-length, coordinated perfectly, flowing elegantly as the women moved. They wore different types of platform footwear, ranging from white sandals to black suede shoes, enhancing their stature. Their nails were painted meticulously in an array of colors: pastel peach, neon yellow, deep teal, coral pink, glossy black, and shimmering silver. Among them, some wore wedding rings—delicate bands adorned with small intricate diamonds. The women were named Hana, Minji, Su-Jin, Yeon-Seo, Eunkyung, and the much older grand matriarch, Mrs. Park. Hana, Minji, and Su-Jin were related, hailing from Busan, South Korea, and worked at the same salon in Los Angeles. Hana, 40 years old, was slender at 5'4" and weighed 130 pounds. Minji, 38 years old and slightly heavier at 140 pounds, stood at 5'5". Su-Jin, 36 years old, was 5'3" and weighed 125 pounds. Yeon-Seo, at 45, was 5'3" and weighed 135 pounds. Eunkyung, 46 years old, stood at 5'2" and weighed 130 pounds. Mrs. Park, 59 years old, was 5'1" and the heaviest at 145 pounds. Their names and details reflected their storied lives and shared heritage. As they moved, Su-Jin, wearing a light pink blouse and dark grey skirt, noticed Ben. She reached out to him, speaking softly in Korean, “Owago?” (Are you lost?) Ben tried to avoid her but was swiftly grabbed. His world spun, his vision going black, the sounds of the grocery store fading into the distance. When he regained consciousness, he felt different, somehow taller and distinctly uncomfortable. Looking down, he was stunned to find himself wearing Su-Jin’s pink blouse and grey skirt. His skin tone had changed, his feet now adorned with her delicate white sandals, matching the nail polish he earlier noticed. "Mommy!?" he cried, but the words came out in broken English: "Mommy!? Wiya ah yu?" He tried to run, stumbling awkwardly over the sandals. Ben—or who he thought was Ben—found his new reflection alarming. Tracing the almond shape of his eyes with his new hands, he found they looked nothing like his former wide ones. "I wanna go home. I want Mommy!" he cried again, but it emerged as, "Ah wanna go home. I wont Mommy!" He started crying, the sound of his voice alien to his ears. Playing with his short female hair and noticing his polished nails, he tried to change it back to his boyish hair, only to fail. He wrestled with the blouse and skirt, tugging and yanking but unable to remove them. The platform sandals, too, were impossible to pull off despite trying five different methods: prying them with his fingers, using his new nails as tools, kicking at a wall, jamming his feet against a shelf, and even tipping them off with a broom handle—they simply wouldn't budge. He was horrified at his tiny feet, even smaller than his mom's. “I'm going to have girl feet and talk like this for the rest of my life?” he said in very broken English, “I' gonna hav gurl fee' and tak liek dis fer duh res' of me life?” With each step he took, the platform sandals made it difficult, causing him to trip. He moved in an unwilling feminine speedwalk, the body swaying gracefully but unnaturally to him. Embarrassed, he tried to remove Su-Jin’s jewelry: first a simple gold bracelet, then a pearl necklace, three small earrings from each ear, and finally a ring. Each piece seemed enchanted, refusing to come off. "I'm scared," he uttered, his voice trembling, "Ahm scayred." The other five Korean women found him, taking his hands gently. Hana, the most maternal, criticized gently in Korean, “Su-Jin, your daughter needs you. How could you let yourself be caught in such a state?” Ben, unable to understand, merely replied, “I’m not a girl. I’m a boy!” in broken English, “I noht a gurl. I a boy! Meh name Ben nd mehm iz…” One of the women noticed Clara nearby, torn apart by zombies, and whispered in Korean, “That poor boy's mom… we have to do something.” The women concluded that Ben was trapped in Su-Jin’s body, his mother lost to the zombies. They decided to protect him by erasing his memories, overwriting them with Su-Jin’s. As Ben resisted, memories blurred and faded. His favorite burger joint became a small Korean restaurant. His hero, a famous American singer, transformed into a legendary K-pop idol. Cartoons he loved turned into Korean dramas. Historical lessons in school morphed into memories of South Korea’s past. Finally, he stood fully as Su-Jin, her memory overpowering his previous identity. Adjusting her blouse, skirt, sandals, and jewelry, she asked in Korean, “What happened?” Her friends, relieved, told her, “You were convinced you were a little boy.” Su-Jin looked at herself, marveling, “I’m not a little boy. Look at all I've accomplished. Thank you for helping clear my mind.” She chuckled, adjusting her jewelry again, commenting in Korean, “My feet are so tiny,” before walking away with her friends, leaving any trace of Ben behind.
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