"Forgotten Wrench: Tale of Transformation and Acceptance as Roll Caskett"
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Your eyes flutter open as sunlight sneaks through the blinds of your apartment window, casting intricate patterns on the walls. You groggily sit up in bed, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. It's just another ordinary day in your mundane life—or so you think.
You shuffle towards your cluttered desk, noticing an odd, old-fashioned wrench lying there. It wasn't there yesterday, you're sure of it. You pick it up, examining its worn surface. The metal feels cold in your hand, and the weight of it is surprisingly heavy. Suddenly, the wrench emits a blinding light, engulfing you entirely.
You gasp as your body begins to tingle all over. An uncomfortable heat spreads through your limbs, your skin feels like it's on fire, and you drop the wrench. You’re about to scream for help, but the words catch in your throat as the room spins around you. You fall to your knees, clutching your head.
The first changes you notice are to your body. Your limbs shrink and slenderize as your height drops drastically—almost a foot or more. Your hands, once large and calloused, become small and delicate, adorned with dirt from endless mechanical work.
“W-What’s happening to me?” you stammer, your voice hitching up higher than before.
You feel your chest burning, skin stretching as two small mounds swell up beneath the fabric of your shirt. You look down in shock as a pair of firm, womanly breasts form on your chest. Your stomach tightens, and your waist curves inward while your hips widen noticeably, causing your jeans to strain against the new proportions of your body.
Then comes the most intense part: a sharp, startling sensation from down between your legs. With a wet "pop," your male genitals painfully yet comfortably invert themselves. The throbbing pain morphs into an almost strange sense of satisfaction as they transform into their female counterparts—a vagina, ovaries, and uterus.
You instinctively place a hand over your crotch, eyes wide with disbelief. “I-I'm... a girl?” you whisper, your voice now unmistakably feminine, absent of any Adam’s apple.
As the transformation concludes, you look into the mirror hanging on your wall. Staring back at you is a young girl with wild, spiky blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. Your remembrance of being a teenage boy starts to slip as new memories invade your mind. You try to resist, shaking your head and calling out for someone—anyone—but your voice fades as unfamiliar thoughts crowd out your own.
“I’m... I’m Roll Caskett,” you find yourself saying, though you were desperately trying not to. Memories flood in: working on machines since you could barely hold a wrench, being raised by your grandfather, supporting Mega Man Volnutt on his adventures.
“No, no, please,” you whisper, feeling the last remnants of your old self slipping away. You recall days spent as a boy, mundane but clear, until they blur into the growing certainty of your life as Roll. “I need to remember...”
But it’s no use. The memories and personality of Roll Caskett solidify, cementing themselves as your only truth. Moments from your previous life as a male dissolve entirely until they’re but misty dreams.
For a brief moment, a single thought of your former life flickers in your mind, but it’s promptly smothered. You shiver in disgust, not understanding why you would ever imagine being a boy.
"Why did I dream that?" you mutter, wrinkling your nose in confusion. “How strange. I’ve always been a girl… I’m so glad it was just a dream.”
You look around your room in the airship Flutter, dusting your hands. You’ve got machines to fix and adventures to partake in. You’re Roll Caskett, and you’re exactly as you should be—no more, no less. Smiling, you head off to your workbench, ready to dive into a day of repairs and invention, content with your place in the world.
“Hey, Mega Man!” you call out cheerfully, knowing you’ve always been here, in this body, in this world. Your life as a mechanic and a helper to your best friend—all of it feels perfectly right, as if there had never been anything else.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli9 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 a POV transformation story of the teenage/adult male human reader instantly turning into Roll Caskett from Megaman Legends (a video game), complete with gender change (the reader turning from male to female, a pair of womanly breasts grows on his chest as body becomes more curvy and feminine while his male genitals (with a wet "pop") invert itself and sucks into his body to turn into a vagina, ovaries, and uterus), instant clothes change, height change, age regression (regressing in age to 14 years old), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of the Megaman Legends), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Roll's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off the mental changes, changes, making the reader completely forget her previous mundane and male self (which the reader realized was only a strange dream since she knows she was never a boy to begin with (she finds it very weird and gross to be a boy herself (she doesn't want to be a boy) when she has always been a girl, so she doesn't know why she dreamt of being a boy up until now)), and she remembers that she has always been a girl (her real gender) and herself being a mechanic named is Roll Caskett (which is her real name)). For Roll Caskett's appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is a 14 year old girl who has wild, spiky blonde hair and green eyes. She wears a practical red outfit consisting of an oversized cap, a red shirt with two big buttons exposing the midriff and red shorts over a black bodysuit, along with thick red boots and a pair of brown gloves. For Roll's personality, she is an enthusiastic genius mechanic and can create, repair, modify, and pilot almost any type of machine. She is in charge of piloting and maintaining her family's airship, the Flutter, and is shown piloting other vehicles. She was raised by her grandfather and is best friends with the main character, Mega Man Volnutt. Roll is a caring person and is always concerned with Mega Man's safety when he is on a digout. Roll is also Mega Man's Spotter; she gives him information via radio based on what she can see with her equipment. She builds new parts for him, including Special Weapons and Buster Parts, from what he finds on his digs. The story would be that the reader has found a wrench (belonging to Roll Caskett) in or around either his apartment room or suburban home (depending on where the male reader lived in), and as he held the wrench, the blinding light engulfed him, causing the whole transformation to occur. After the physical transformation is complete, the reader checks her private parts and her chest, shocked to find that they had been replaced by their feminine counterparts (with her throat having no Adam's apple (thus making her voice feminine), her body having feminine curves, her chest now having breasts, and her male genitalia (penis and testicles) already painfully yet comfortably/enjoyably inverted itself with a wet "pop" into her female sex organs (vagina, ovaries, and uterus)), making her mutter (quietly say) in realization that she is now a girl. Following the physical changes, the reader tries his best on fighting off the new memories and personality (such as calling for her friends/family and/or shaking her head in a vain attempt to loose those new memories/personality), but to no avail as she begins to forget her mundane life and remember her new, or rather her true, life as Roll Caskett. Near the end of the story (and long after the transformation ended), Roll Caskett would briefly remember/thought of her previous life as a mundane male person, but she soon completely forgets all about it as she realizes and knows that she has always been a girl (not a boy) and her name is Roll Caskett (she knew that she was never a boy as she had always been a girl, and a thought of being a boy disgusts her, she was confused on why she dreamt that, so she is glad that it was only a dream and not real), knowing that her mundane life as a mundane male person was all just a dream, not reality, and Roll Caskett is content to know that her life as a mechanic girl named Roll Caskett is her only true life. 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: Your eyes flutter open as sunlight sneaks through the blinds of your apartment window, casting intricate patterns on the walls. You groggily sit up in bed, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. It's just another ordinary day in your mundane life—or so you think. You shuffle towards your cluttered desk, noticing an odd, old-fashioned wrench lying there. It wasn't there yesterday, you're sure of it. You pick it up, examining its worn surface. The metal feels cold in your hand, and the weight of it is surprisingly heavy. Suddenly, the wrench emits a blinding light, engulfing you entirely. You gasp as your body begins to tingle all over. An uncomfortable heat spreads through your limbs, your skin feels like it's on fire, and you drop the wrench. You’re about to scream for help, but the words catch in your throat as the room spins around you. You fall to your knees, clutching your head. The first changes you notice are to your body. Your limbs shrink and slenderize as your height drops drastically—almost a foot or more. Your hands, once large and calloused, become small and delicate, adorned with dirt from endless mechanical work. “W-What’s happening to me?” you stammer, your voice hitching up higher than before. You feel your chest burning, skin stretching as two small mounds swell up beneath the fabric of your shirt. You look down in shock as a pair of firm, womanly breasts form on your chest. Your stomach tightens, and your waist curves inward while your hips widen noticeably, causing your jeans to strain against the new proportions of your body. Then comes the most intense part: a sharp, startling sensation from down between your legs. With a wet "pop," your male genitals painfully yet comfortably invert themselves. The throbbing pain morphs into an almost strange sense of satisfaction as they transform into their female counterparts—a vagina, ovaries, and uterus. You instinctively place a hand over your crotch, eyes wide with disbelief. “I-I'm... a girl?” you whisper, your voice now unmistakably feminine, absent of any Adam’s apple. As the transformation concludes, you look into the mirror hanging on your wall. Staring back at you is a young girl with wild, spiky blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. Your remembrance of being a teenage boy starts to slip as new memories invade your mind. You try to resist, shaking your head and calling out for someone—anyone—but your voice fades as unfamiliar thoughts crowd out your own. “I’m... I’m Roll Caskett,” you find yourself saying, though you were desperately trying not to. Memories flood in: working on machines since you could barely hold a wrench, being raised by your grandfather, supporting Mega Man Volnutt on his adventures. “No, no, please,” you whisper, feeling the last remnants of your old self slipping away. You recall days spent as a boy, mundane but clear, until they blur into the growing certainty of your life as Roll. “I need to remember...” But it’s no use. The memories and personality of Roll Caskett solidify, cementing themselves as your only truth. Moments from your previous life as a male dissolve entirely until they’re but misty dreams. For a brief moment, a single thought of your former life flickers in your mind, but it’s promptly smothered. You shiver in disgust, not understanding why you would ever imagine being a boy. "Why did I dream that?" you mutter, wrinkling your nose in confusion. “How strange. I’ve always been a girl… I’m so glad it was just a dream.” You look around your room in the airship Flutter, dusting your hands. You’ve got machines to fix and adventures to partake in. You’re Roll Caskett, and you’re exactly as you should be—no more, no less. Smiling, you head off to your workbench, ready to dive into a day of repairs and invention, content with your place in the world. “Hey, Mega Man!” you call out cheerfully, knowing you’ve always been here, in this body, in this world. Your life as a mechanic and a helper to your best friend—all of it feels perfectly right, as if there had never been anything else.
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