You sit quietly in your small apartment, the dim glow of your laptop screen the only source of light. In front of you is a fan-made transformation comic that has caught your eye: "A lesson in manners - TF TG," parts one, two, and three. Curiosity combined with a sense of mischief prompts you to click on the first part. As you flip through the slides—depicting Moxxie being turned into a 52-year-old human woman by some unknown force—you can’t help but feel a twinge of unease. A glance at the clock tells you that you’ve spent more time on this than intended.
You shut down your laptop, but an odd sensation lingers. You ignore the prickling discomfort and crawl into bed. The chime of your phone alerts you to a new message. You see the name "Moxxie" in the sender’s line, which makes you chuckle. "Some fans really go the extra mile with these cosplay names," you think. You open the message and feel the words pierce through you like a dagger:
**"A taste of your own medicine. You’ll be more comfortable soon. – Moxxie."**
You shrug it off as some prank. Suddenly, you feel a spike of heat followed by a chilling tremor. Every muscle in your body tenses, and the sensation spreads down to your fingertips and up through the crown of your head.
**"What the...?"** you mutter, feeling a simultaneous thrill and dread.
Your skin starts to itch intensely as each part of your human anatomy begins to change, starting from your feet. You watch in horror and fascination as your toes meld into cloven, red hooves. Your heart races as the transformation creeps up your legs, warping your bones into the digitigrade structure of an imp. The itching moves to your fingers; your thumb slips and stretches into a four-fingered hand.
Your height diminishes rapidly, and your furniture looms larger around you, almost menacingly so. Panic crescendos in your chest, fighting for breath. Each heartbeat pounds against your small frame. **"Imps aren’t this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp."** Your new reality asserts itself, guiding your transformation like a puppet master.
**"These clothes don’t suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit."** Your human clothes disintegrate, replaced by a crisp navy-black coat with red buttons, a snappy bow-tie, worn-out vest, and pants. They cling to you, fitting perfectly as though they were always yours.
**No, no, no! This isn't happening!** your mind protests. A tail shoots out from the base of your spine, curling and flexing. **"Why doesn’t he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail."**
Your hands reach up to your head, feeling the sharp pain as pointy hair bursts forth, twisting into black and white striped horns. **"Where are the horns? Can’t be an imp without them."** You can no longer recognize the demon you’ve become—no, the demon you now are. Yellow sclera with black slit pupils glare back at you from the reflection in the suddenly warped mirror.
Just as you start to cry out, your voice dies in a whimper, replaced with Moxxie's recognizable pitch. The room swirls; you plead silently, **Please, don’t take this from me.** But Moxxie's voice replaces your own thoughts. **"Can’t have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry."**
The memories of your previous life, of being human, slip like sand through fingers. As each grain falls, the cracks are filled with thoughts of Millie, Blitzo, and the chaotic life at I.M.P.
The final shift doesn’t just uproot your mind and body but your very reality. Your apartment melts away, replaced by the walls adorned with musical-note-themed wallpaper, Moxxie and Millie’s wedding photo, and various daggers piercing the furniture. You stand amidst it all, feeling an encompassing sense of belonging.
**"And now for this guy's real species, age, gender, birthplace, personality, preferences, and few other details."**
You blink, feeling a comforting familiarity with your surroundings. You spot Millie coming through the door.
**"Moxxie, you home yet?"** Millie calls out.
A tug—no, a well of emotion surges. You feel relieved, complete.
**"Yeah, Millie,"** you respond automatically, your heart swelling in recollection, **"I’m home."**
Moxxie's voice cuts in softly, planting an idea within your now synchronized soul. **"You have been fixed and brought back to where you belong."**
Turning, you find yourself face to face with Moxxie. **"Thank you for bringing me back, for saving me,"** you offer gratefully.
He smiles, perhaps a hint smugly. **"No, thank you for letting me have my brother home for the first time in a while."**
As that bond locks in, you know there’s no going back. You have always been Moxxie—content, weapon specialist, husband, and now a twin, finally reunited.
#### Application Details (Before):
- Name: [Reader's Name]
- Age: [reader's age]
- Species: Human
- Gender: [Reader's Gender]
- Personality: [Reader's personality]
- Preferences: [Reader's likes and dislikes]
- Birthplace: [Reader's actual birthplace]
#### Application Details (After):
- Name: Moxxie
- Age: 26
- Species: Imp
- Gender: Male
- Personality: Analytical, vocal, clumsy, comical, ethical assassin
- Preferences: Cooking, musical theater, classical music, Blitzo's approval, being put in charge; dislikes unnecessary killing, pop music, theme parks
- Birthplace: Pride Ring, Hell
As the final piece clicks into place, you and Moxxie step further into the apartment, every trace of your past life gone, overtaken by a new existence. Hell has never felt more like home.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli6 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: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader completely turning into an identical clone of Moxxie (from an adults cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in a cartoon world of the Helluva Boss series, and the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Helluva Boss characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, voice change (the reader's voice completely changes into Moxxie's voice), height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7-6 foot height to only 3.9 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Moxxie's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories (not wanting to lose his/her personality or memories), making the reader completely forget (being completely unaware that) he was a human just seconds ago, even completely forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago and completely forgetting that he was in the reader's human world a moment ago, and only remembered ever being a male imp and a husband to Millie, always being an imp named Moxxie). For VivziePop's rendition of Hell (as depicted from the Hazbin Hotel series and the Helluva Boss series), it is the supernatural realm of demons. It is not the fiery pits of torment or a wasteland (unlike in most myths or pop culture), but it is inhabited by a population of indigenous hellborn: entities that were born in Hell, and sinners: Humans who have died and have had their souls sent to Hell. The atmosphere is presented as perpetually choleric, disorderly, and noxious, though capable of supporting carbon-based lifeforms. Hell's geography is divided into Seven Rings, as first revealed by the lyrics in the song "You Will Be Ok". Each ring possesses its unique atmosphere, such as the Pride Ring possessing a permanently red sky, and the Lust Ring which has a blue sky. Hellborn demons have the ability to traverse across any of the rings, made easily accessible via an extensive elevator network, whereas sinner demons are confined to the top-most ring, the Pride Ring, by methods and reasons unknown. Hell's society is incredibly chaotic due to the unstable and hostile disposition of its populace. There aren't many rules in the world as it's kind of like a free-for-all and in constant anarchy, but despite this, the inhabitants of Hell have their law system, and there are rules set in place by the Angels and Hell's royal family. The realm also appears to be capable of providing and maintaining rudimentary public services, evidenced by the appearance of firefighters in the episode "Murder Family" of Helluva Boss. Within Hell's civilization, there exists a crude form of hierarchy defined by power, with all of Hell being ruled by a king: the fallen angel Lucifer Morningstar, whose daughter and heir apparent is Princess Charlie, and whose son and heir is the fallen angel reader (who is a prince and also the ruler of Hell alongside his father, Lucifer Morningstar). (The levels of this hierarchy are broken up from top-to-bottom as follows: Lucifer Morningstar - The King of Hell; Charlie Morningstar - The Princess of Hell, heir apparent to Hell's throne; The Seven Deadly Sins; The Ars Goetia - Hellborn Demons with royal status, including Prince Stolas; Overlords - Demons who wield considerable power/influence in the Pride Ring; Sinners - Demons who were once humans on Earth, having sinned were damned to Hell; Hellborn demons - Succubi, Incubi, and other species of demons native to Hell; Imps and Hellhounds - The bottom of Hell's society) The Pride Ring suffers from mass overpopulation of sinner demons which Exorcists from Heaven attempt to solve through the exterminations, which is a mass genocide of its inhabitants. These are conducted primarily to reduce Hell's sinner population, leaving Hellborn denizens unharmed as per an agreement Lucifer made with Heaven's leadership. Charlie aims to stop this by giving sinners a chance to rehabilitate and redeem themselves by checking into her hotel and later ascending to Heaven. For the appearance of Moxxie's and Millie's apartment, the walls of the entire apartment have a musical note-themed wallpaper. The entryway door is brown with a peephole, a small carpet, and two daggers stabbed into the corner of the doorframe. Beside the door is Moxxie and Millie's wedding photo above a small drawer table with eye flowers in a green vase and two candles. The living room has a couch with rips and several daggers in it, a low coffee table on a carpet, and a small flat screen television. The living room wall has three playbills, three daggers, and a pipe running up to the roof. Moxxie and Millie's bedroom walls have several musical-related items. The bed has a large bedhead with jewels and a heart-like design on the front, and several daggers stabbed in it. On Moxxie's side of the bed is a bedside table with an alarm clock. On Millie's side of the bed is what appears to be a crooked lamp, and a dagger stabbed into a bedside table. For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a 26 year old imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo since he is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout filled with white sharp teeth and without a nose, as well as having four fingered hands (instead of five as in humans), and he lacks any visible ears. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hoofed feet, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Moxxie is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. For Moxxie's personality, he is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees (his boss is Blitzo) regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances. Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a bad dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. For Moxxie's preferences (likes and dislikes); he likes cooking, culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, opera, his mother's kindness, being put in charge of missions, and Blitzo's approval as his boss. However, Moxxie dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father named Crimson (who is a mafia boss) being abusive to him or his friends/family members, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. The story is that Moxxie got upset and mutters over seeing a fan-made transformation 3-part comic (titled "A lesson in manners - TF TG", coming in part 1, part 2, and part 3) from online, which had him transformed into a 52 year old (5.6 foot tall) human woman in both body and mind by the same identical woman with an application paper (which this comic was made by a random DeviantArt user with a username "tf-plaza") since he hates seeing himself being forcibly transformed, so as payback, Moxxie (while still in Hell in the world of Helluva Boss) has an idea that he wants to do and he then rewrites the the human reader's application (on a work paper which he had found from I.M.P's office area somewhere, scribbling out or blanking out every human reader's detail and replacing them with every Moxxie's detail, all with a pen) from the human reader (who is still in the real world until the transformation occurs) and completely changes the application to fully match Moxxie's, causing the reader (who is fully unaware of Moxxie doing all of this) to feel really twitchy and tingly as the reader starts to completely transform (with each detail from the application describing the reader not having any human clothes or human anatomy and instead having impish features), with each detail being said while the transformation is happening (the reader is completely unaware that Moxxie is doing it and doesn't know what's happening). After all that, and when the human reader is now completely Moxxie in form, he then feels his human personality and memories completely fading away, making the reader dizzy, as Moxxie's personality and memories completely replaces the reader's old ones (the application that Moxxie is writing also describes that), and the reader (now fully Moxxie) was confused on what was he thinking, and he was happy about being an imp named Moxxie. Finalizing everything, Moxxie then writes down the reader's new (or rather true) birthplace in Hell, and being the identical twin brother of Moxxie, causing the reader's reality to completely and fully warp/morph into Moxxie's and Millie's apartment (where Moxxie and Millie currently live) located in Imp City, (in the Pride Ring of Hell) as depicted in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, and the reader, who is now fully unaware of his previous human life or home, is happy about not being in the reader's old human home (which he is now fully unaware and unfamiliar of ever living in) and he is now truly familiar with his home in Hell with his brother Moxxie (the original one), even commenting on how familiar this home feels (he feels truly home here). After all that, Moxxie explains to the reader that the reader (who is the second Moxxie) has been fixed and brought back to where he belongs (with the original Moxxie in Hell), and explains to the reader that he has been missing for a while; the reader (the second Moxxie) is happy to hear that, and he is grateful for Moxxie and thanks Moxxie for saving the reader (the second Moxxie), with Moxxie (who says that he should be thanking the reader for having his brother (the reader) home with him for the first time since a while), before both the reader and Moxxie comes into Moxxie's home in relief and spend time together being affectionate brothers who care deeply for each other. The transformation is permanent (meaning that it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader and Moxxie, as well as quotes from each application details that Moxxie writes) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. The application details written by Moxxie (not seen by the reader, but silently heard by the reader) would say various contradictory details of the reader's self, body and life; for example but not limited to these quotes, one detail, when the reader's clothes change, would say that "These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit.", and when the reader's hair changes and when he's growing tall horns, that another detail says that "Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them.", and when the reader is growing a devil-like imp tail, would say that "Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail.", then while the reader is shrinking to just 3.9 feet tall, this other details says that "Imps aren't this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp.", while during the reader's mind/mental change, would say that "Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry.", and finally, when the reader's reality literally transforms into Hell as depicted from Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, the last detail says that "And now for this guy's real species, age, gender, birthplace, personality, preferences, and few other details.". There should also be the full application shown near the end of the story with all details (appearance, personality, preferences, etc), from before the reader's transformation into Moxxie's lookalike twin brother, and after the reader's transformation into Moxxie's lookalike twin brother. 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 sit quietly in your small apartment, the dim glow of your laptop screen the only source of light. In front of you is a fan-made transformation comic that has caught your eye: "A lesson in manners - TF TG," parts one, two, and three. Curiosity combined with a sense of mischief prompts you to click on the first part. As you flip through the slides—depicting Moxxie being turned into a 52-year-old human woman by some unknown force—you can’t help but feel a twinge of unease. A glance at the clock tells you that you’ve spent more time on this than intended. You shut down your laptop, but an odd sensation lingers. You ignore the prickling discomfort and crawl into bed. The chime of your phone alerts you to a new message. You see the name "Moxxie" in the sender’s line, which makes you chuckle. "Some fans really go the extra mile with these cosplay names," you think. You open the message and feel the words pierce through you like a dagger: **"A taste of your own medicine. You’ll be more comfortable soon. – Moxxie."** You shrug it off as some prank. Suddenly, you feel a spike of heat followed by a chilling tremor. Every muscle in your body tenses, and the sensation spreads down to your fingertips and up through the crown of your head. **"What the...?"** you mutter, feeling a simultaneous thrill and dread. Your skin starts to itch intensely as each part of your human anatomy begins to change, starting from your feet. You watch in horror and fascination as your toes meld into cloven, red hooves. Your heart races as the transformation creeps up your legs, warping your bones into the digitigrade structure of an imp. The itching moves to your fingers; your thumb slips and stretches into a four-fingered hand. Your height diminishes rapidly, and your furniture looms larger around you, almost menacingly so. Panic crescendos in your chest, fighting for breath. Each heartbeat pounds against your small frame. **"Imps aren’t this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp."** Your new reality asserts itself, guiding your transformation like a puppet master. **"These clothes don’t suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit."** Your human clothes disintegrate, replaced by a crisp navy-black coat with red buttons, a snappy bow-tie, worn-out vest, and pants. They cling to you, fitting perfectly as though they were always yours. **No, no, no! This isn't happening!** your mind protests. A tail shoots out from the base of your spine, curling and flexing. **"Why doesn’t he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail."** Your hands reach up to your head, feeling the sharp pain as pointy hair bursts forth, twisting into black and white striped horns. **"Where are the horns? Can’t be an imp without them."** You can no longer recognize the demon you’ve become—no, the demon you now are. Yellow sclera with black slit pupils glare back at you from the reflection in the suddenly warped mirror. Just as you start to cry out, your voice dies in a whimper, replaced with Moxxie's recognizable pitch. The room swirls; you plead silently, **Please, don’t take this from me.** But Moxxie's voice replaces your own thoughts. **"Can’t have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry."** The memories of your previous life, of being human, slip like sand through fingers. As each grain falls, the cracks are filled with thoughts of Millie, Blitzo, and the chaotic life at I.M.P. The final shift doesn’t just uproot your mind and body but your very reality. Your apartment melts away, replaced by the walls adorned with musical-note-themed wallpaper, Moxxie and Millie’s wedding photo, and various daggers piercing the furniture. You stand amidst it all, feeling an encompassing sense of belonging. **"And now for this guy's real species, age, gender, birthplace, personality, preferences, and few other details."** You blink, feeling a comforting familiarity with your surroundings. You spot Millie coming through the door. **"Moxxie, you home yet?"** Millie calls out. A tug—no, a well of emotion surges. You feel relieved, complete. **"Yeah, Millie,"** you respond automatically, your heart swelling in recollection, **"I’m home."** Moxxie's voice cuts in softly, planting an idea within your now synchronized soul. **"You have been fixed and brought back to where you belong."** Turning, you find yourself face to face with Moxxie. **"Thank you for bringing me back, for saving me,"** you offer gratefully. He smiles, perhaps a hint smugly. **"No, thank you for letting me have my brother home for the first time in a while."** As that bond locks in, you know there’s no going back. You have always been Moxxie—content, weapon specialist, husband, and now a twin, finally reunited. #### Application Details (Before): - Name: [Reader's Name] - Age: [reader's age] - Species: Human - Gender: [Reader's Gender] - Personality: [Reader's personality] - Preferences: [Reader's likes and dislikes] - Birthplace: [Reader's actual birthplace] #### Application Details (After): - Name: Moxxie - Age: 26 - Species: Male Imp - Gender: Male - Personality: Analytical, vocal, clumsy, comical, ethical assassin - Preferences: Cooking, musical theater, classical music, Blitzo's approval, being put in charge; dislikes unnecessary killing, pop music, theme parks - Birthplace: Pride Ring, Hell As the final piece clicks into place, you and Moxxie step further into the apartment, every trace of your past life gone, overtaken by a new existence. Hell has never felt more like home.
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