"The Gamer's Gendered Curse"
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Jordan squinted at the screen, cursing under his breath at the latest online game taking over his life. His character was slain once again by "Glda"—a username that had begun to haunt his gaming sessions. It wasn’t just the repeated defeats that pissed him off; it was the thought of losing to a girl that made his blood boil.
Jordan didn't hold back. Every loss was followed by a torrent of sexist slurs sent her way through the game's chat.
One evening, after an especially brutal defeat, and an even more vicious message flung her way, his computer screen flickered, blanked out, and then lit up with an eerie, soft blue glow. The room seemed to close in on him, the air heavy and thick as if something hung in the atmosphere.
From the speakers, Glda’s voice echoed. It wasn’t how he imagined—soft, almost sinister in its amusement. "Oh, Jordan, you think you’re so clever, so tough. Let’s see how clever you are after tonight."
Before he could respond, a wave of dizziness hit him, forcing his eyes to close. When he opened them, the room was spinning, but something was wrong. He stumbled toward the bathroom, each step merging with what felt like a thousand needle pricks dancing across his skin, remodeling everything they touched.
In the fluorescent bathroom light, he watched in horror as his visage transformed. His robust jawline softened, rounding into a delicate curve. His Adam's apple receded, and the strong lines of his shoulders sloped inward.
His eyes were drawn downward involuntarily, where the inevitable twisting pain in his groin made him gasp. Jordan couldn't peel his eyes away; his penis and testes shrank and withdrew, reshaping into a soft, welcoming vulva. The hairless skin was tender to touch, causing his stomach to churn as he stumbled backward.
He flung off his shirt, desperate to cool his overheating skin, only to witness his chest take on a life of its own. Pecs swelled gently, then more insistently, rounding into a pair of perfectly formed breasts. His waist cinched tighter, hips flared out, buttocks plumped suavely. The smoothness, the sensitivity—it was all wrong.
Jordan's mind struggled to cling to the memory of what his male body had felt like. He reached between his legs, desperate for a familiar sensation, a lost appendage that was now an alien landscape to his fingers. Those memories of childhood discoveries, those awkward erections, those intimate moments of self-exploration faded, replaced with subtle curves and the intimate valleys of female anatomy.
As the changes wrought their final touches, Jordan screamed into the mirror, but it was only a soft, feminine whimper that echoed back. Panic-stricken, she slammed her fist against the glass.
“Jordan, what’s wrong?” His—no—her mother’s voice called from the other room. Her own memories betrayed her. Inside her mind, she knew she used to be Jordan, the boy gamer, but now, every memory felt twisted, rewritten. She remembered growing up with awkward puberty, but now those awkward moments were of developing breasts, periods, and yearning after cute boys she never paid attention to as a male.
The door creaked open, and there stood her tormentor, Glda, with a smirk of triumph.
“Do you like your new life, Jess?” Glda sneered. “Don’t worry, everyone thinks you were always Jessica.”
Jessica. The sound of her new name pierced through like a bell tolling the end of her old life. Eyes wide in terror, Jessica tried to fight it, tried to reclaim the fragments of her former identity.
“Please, no!” she begged with a transformed, melodic voice, backing into a corner. Desperation gripped her as she pleaded, “Change me back! I am Jordan!”
Laughter echoed between the walls of the room. Glda walked closer, shaking her head, "You were Jordan. But now you're Jessica. A girl. My toy."
Clutching her now delicate face, Jessica sank to the floor, knowing in some dark recess of her mind, that this new existence, filled with its own set of challenges, felt disturbingly natural. She knew she used to be male, yet every fiber of her being cried out girlhood.
Sob after sob wracked her petite frame under Glda's malicious gaze. Reality settled like a stone in her chest; no matter how fiercely she clung to the remnants of Jordan, the world saw Jessica, and soon enough, perhaps she herself would too.
This story was generated by user Brokennaruhorrow 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: male gamer is turned by a girl gamer he meets into the female version of himself due to his sexism. the girl alters reality so everyone besides her and the former boy thinks she was always a girl. Describe the changes to the boys body and his gender change. Then describe how memories of what a penis felt like are removed from her mind same for her chest now obnly remembering what it felt like to grow up as a girl with her only remembering the feeling of female genitalia’s and growing up as a girl but still knows she used to be male. the girl she tormented online is making fun of and laughing the whole time. describe the new girls desperately attempting to hold onto her old gender but fails
Response: Jordan squinted at the screen, cursing under his breath at the latest online game taking over his life. His character was slain once again by "Glda"—a username that had begun to haunt his gaming sessions. It wasn’t just the repeated defeats that pissed him off; it was the thought of losing to a girl that made his blood boil. Jordan didn't hold back. Every loss was followed by a torrent of sexist slurs sent her way through the game's chat. One evening, after an especially brutal defeat, and an even more vicious message flung her way, his computer screen flickered, blanked out, and then lit up with an eerie, soft blue glow. The room seemed to close in on him, the air heavy and thick as if something hung in the atmosphere. From the speakers, Glda’s voice echoed. It wasn’t how he imagined—soft, almost sinister in its amusement. "Oh, Jordan, you think you’re so clever, so tough. Let’s see how clever you are after tonight." Before he could respond, a wave of dizziness hit him, forcing his eyes to close. When he opened them, the room was spinning, but something was wrong. He stumbled toward the bathroom, each step merging with what felt like a thousand needle pricks dancing across his skin, remodeling everything they touched. In the fluorescent bathroom light, he watched in horror as his visage transformed. His robust jawline softened, rounding into a delicate curve. His Adam's apple receded, and the strong lines of his shoulders sloped inward. His eyes were drawn downward involuntarily, where the inevitable twisting pain in his groin made him gasp. Jordan couldn't peel his eyes away; his penis and testes shrank and withdrew, reshaping into a soft, welcoming vulva. The hairless skin was tender to touch, causing his stomach to churn as he stumbled backward. He flung off his shirt, desperate to cool his overheating skin, only to witness his chest take on a life of its own. Pecs swelled gently, then more insistently, rounding into a pair of perfectly formed breasts. His waist cinched tighter, hips flared out, buttocks plumped suavely. The smoothness, the sensitivity—it was all wrong. Jordan's mind struggled to cling to the memory of what his male body had felt like. He reached between his legs, desperate for a familiar sensation, a lost appendage that was now an alien landscape to his fingers. Those memories of childhood discoveries, those awkward erections, those intimate moments of self-exploration faded, replaced with subtle curves and the intimate valleys of female anatomy. As the changes wrought their final touches, Jordan screamed into the mirror, but it was only a soft, feminine whimper that echoed back. Panic-stricken, she slammed her fist against the glass. “Jordan, what’s wrong?” His—no—her mother’s voice called from the other room. Her own memories betrayed her. Inside her mind, she knew she used to be Jordan, the boy gamer, but now, every memory felt twisted, rewritten. She remembered growing up with awkward puberty, but now those awkward moments were of developing breasts, periods, and yearning after cute boys she never paid attention to as a male. The door creaked open, and there stood her tormentor, Glda, with a smirk of triumph. “Do you like your new life, Jess?” Glda sneered. “Don’t worry, everyone thinks you were always Jessica.” Jessica. The sound of her new name pierced through like a bell tolling the end of her old life. Eyes wide in terror, Jessica tried to fight it, tried to reclaim the fragments of her former identity. “Please, no!” she begged with a transformed, melodic voice, backing into a corner. Desperation gripped her as she pleaded, “Change me back! I am Jordan!” Laughter echoed between the walls of the room. Glda walked closer, shaking her head, "You were Jordan. But now you're Jessica. A girl. My toy." Clutching her now delicate face, Jessica sank to the floor, knowing in some dark recess of her mind, that this new existence, filled with its own set of challenges, felt disturbingly natural. She knew she used to be male, yet every fiber of her being cried out girlhood. Sob after sob wracked her petite frame under Glda's malicious gaze. Reality settled like a stone in her chest; no matter how fiercely she clung to the remnants of Jordan, the world saw Jessica, and soon enough, perhaps she herself would too.
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