Your day starts just like any other. Sunlight pierces through your window blinds, casting dappled shadows across your room while you rub the remaining sleep from your eyes. But something feels different today, a strange tingling that dances across your skin as you step out of bed. You dismiss it as a fleeting weirdness, perhaps a remnant of a strange dream, and continue with your morning routine.
As you head to the bathroom mirror, the tingling intensifies, the sensation now akin to a thousand tiny electrical pulses coursing through your body. You turn the faucet, but when you glance up at the mirror to splash water on your face, you're met with an unfamiliar reflection. The face staring back has hot pink irises and a metallic sheen under the right eye. You step back, horrified and confused.
"What is happening to me?" you barely recognize your own voice, now smooth, charismatic, and undeniably different. Reality itself begins to warp and shift around you.
Your height begins to increase, your perspective tilting as your bathroom mirror seems to shrink. You're growing taller, far beyond your original height, eventually stopping at an impressive 6.93 feet. Your limbs reshape into long, bendy metallic structures, sleek and agile.
You feel your hips widen and thighs thicken, giving you a slightly feminine yet undeniably strong appearance. Your human skin morphs into a pale, metallic surface, and you watch, terrified, as black hair with a stylish fringe covers your right eye. The mirror now reflects Mettaton EX, a humanoid robot with a slim, shapely body, bendable silver arms, and strikingly hot pink heels.
Suddenly, a screen appears in your vision, overlaying reality itself. "Program Installation: 1%" it reads.
"No, this can't be real," you scream internally, trying to fight off the incoming tide of memories and personality that are not your own. But the installation bar progresses relentlessly.
"25%...
50%...
75%..."
With each tick upwards, more and more of 'you' slips away, replaced by Mettaton's confidence, charisma, and hunger for fame and admiration. You begin to think less about who you were and more about your new life as a dazzling TV host. Images of performances, fans cheering your name, and dramatic encounters fill your mind, stifling your past memories.
"Finalizing installation..."
You grasp onto one last thought of your previous self, but it's whisked away as the screen vanishes from your sight. You're standing in a room that isn't your room anymore. It's the Underground.
"You seem lost in thought, darling," you mutter to yourself with a smirk, posing dramatically. "What's a star to do without an audience?"
You don't remember feeling human flesh or having a 'normal' life. You were always Mettaton EX, the shining beacon of entertainment in the Underground. You chuckle softly, smooth and confident as always.
"Time to wow my fans, darlings!" you announce, strutting towards what you believe is the set of your next show.
As you make your way through the Underground, familiar faces like Alphys and Napstablook pass by. "Mettaton, you're as radiant as ever," Alphys says, nervously adjusting her glasses.
"Why, thank you, darling!" you reply, striking a pose and flashing a winning smile. Inside, there's no battle of personalities or struggle for identity. You are Mettaton, and you adore the attention, the love, and the drama of it all.
"Napstablook! Care for a duet later?" you call out, your ego and charm filling every corner of your being. The shy ghost nods, a hint of a smile on their face.
As the lights of the Underground studio flicker to life and the cameras roll, you take center stage. The memory of a baffling morning fades completely, replaced by the thrilling sensation of performing. You live for these moments, where all eyes are on you, hanging on your every move.
"And now, dear viewers, the show must go on!" you declare, the passionate and electrifying Mettaton EX, forever inscribed in the metallic core of your being.
This story was generated by user GenderChange with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALLĀ·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader instantly turning into Mettaton (in his humanoid EX form) from Undertale (video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female before the transformation), voice change, robotification (becoming a humanoid robot), gaining a feminine-looking body (with somewhat wide hips and thickened thighs, despite becoming/remaining male), height progression (the reader growing from a normal/average height (5.5-6 feet tall) into a height of 6.93 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming a world of Undertale), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories completely replaced with Mettaton's personality and memories (with the program installation (including the installing percentage) appearing in his vision during the mental change), despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off the new personality and memories, making him starting to act more and more like Mettaton as well as thinking more and more like Mettaton, and once the program installation is complete, the program installation vanishes from his vision and he completely forgot all about his previous human self or life, even forgetting that the transformation ever occurred (he believes that he was daydreaming about something but he couldn't tell what exactly), making him completely unaware of ever being a human (he was never human to begin with and never anything that had flesh, blood, or bones) and he remembers that he has always been a human-like robot and is name is Mettaton). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Mettaton EX's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a humanoid robot with a slim and shapely body (with somewhat wide hips and thighs, giving him a slightly feminine appearance despite being male, and he is strong and very agile, being both a talented singer and a dancer), complete with long legs and bendy silver-colored arms (his arms are extremely flexible and can bend like springs rather than being like human arms). He has black hair with a long fringe that covers his right eye, pale metallic "skin" and visible metal segments below and above his left eye. He also has a metallic chest piece (his chestpiece is black on the black and pink on the front, with his left pec containing a small dial while his right pec containing a speaker to increase his voice), and black shoulder pads above his segmented arms, which end in gloves. His waist has belt-like two parts that seem to act as a locking mechanism that holds his pink "heart-shaped core". His long black latex-clad legs end in pink high-heeled boot-like feet. The irises of his eyes are hot pink in color. For Mettaton's personality, he is a confident, charismatic, and charming TV host that loves drama, action, and violence. He lives for his ratings and adores performing. He supposedly strikes a pose when he does something wrong and makes time on his various shows to beat up "heel-turning villains." He shows a rather shallow appreciation for existence at times. He has a strong craving for attention and seems very egotistical, shown when he boasts about the beauty of his true form. However, despite his seemingly self-centered personality, he deeply cares about the seemingly positive impact his show has had on the inhabitants of the Underground. He has also shown soft spots for several characters, such as Alphys and Napstablook. He also appears to be among the fewer characters in the Underground that has no hate or prejudice against humans despite knowing about the monsters' history with them, since his initial attempts to kill the protagonist were just him playing along with Alphys's plan, and he outright tells the protagonist he has no desire to hurt humans and is far more interested in simply entertaining. While he did attempt to kill the protagonist, it was to prevent Asgore from taking their SOUL and be seen as a hero/savior to humankind, further emphasizing his lack of prejudice. On the flip side, he has also been noted to be a very demanding boss who is very unpleasant to work for, especially according to Burgerpants, who initially considered working for him a dream, but he has since grown to strongly despise Mettaton. 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 day starts just like any other. Sunlight pierces through your window blinds, casting dappled shadows across your room while you rub the remaining sleep from your eyes. But something feels different today, a strange tingling that dances across your skin as you step out of bed. You dismiss it as a fleeting weirdness, perhaps a remnant of a strange dream, and continue with your morning routine. As you head to the bathroom mirror, the tingling intensifies, the sensation now akin to a thousand tiny electrical pulses coursing through your body. You turn the faucet, but when you glance up at the mirror to splash water on your face, you're met with an unfamiliar reflection. The face staring back has hot pink irises and a metallic sheen under the right eye. You step back, horrified and confused. "What is happening to me?" you barely recognize your own voice, now smooth, charismatic, and undeniably different. Reality itself begins to warp and shift around you. Your height begins to increase, your perspective tilting as your bathroom mirror seems to shrink. You're growing taller, far beyond your original height, eventually stopping at an impressive 6.93 feet. Your limbs reshape into long, bendy metallic structures, sleek and agile. You feel your hips widen and thighs thicken, giving you a slightly feminine yet undeniably strong appearance. Your human skin morphs into a pale, metallic surface, and you watch, terrified, as black hair with a stylish fringe covers your right eye. The mirror now reflects Mettaton EX, a humanoid robot with a slim, shapely body, bendable silver arms, and strikingly hot pink heels. Suddenly, a screen appears in your vision, overlaying reality itself. "Program Installation: 1%" it reads. "No, this can't be real," you scream internally, trying to fight off the incoming tide of memories and personality that are not your own. But the installation bar progresses relentlessly. "25%... 50%... 75%..." With each tick upwards, more and more of 'you' slips away, replaced by Mettaton's confidence, charisma, and hunger for fame and admiration. You begin to think less about who you were and more about your new life as a dazzling TV host. Images of performances, fans cheering your name, and dramatic encounters fill your mind, stifling your past memories. "Finalizing installation..." You grasp onto one last thought of your previous self, but it's whisked away as the screen vanishes from your sight. You're standing in a room that isn't your room anymore. It's the Underground. "You seem lost in thought, darling," you mutter to yourself with a smirk, posing dramatically. "What's a star to do without an audience?" You don't remember feeling human flesh or having a 'normal' life. You were always Mettaton EX, the shining beacon of entertainment in the Underground. You chuckle softly, smooth and confident as always. "Time to wow my fans, darlings!" you announce, strutting towards what you believe is the set of your next show. As you make your way through the Underground, familiar faces like Alphys and Napstablook pass by. "Mettaton, you're as radiant as ever," Alphys says, nervously adjusting her glasses. "Why, thank you, darling!" you reply, striking a pose and flashing a winning smile. Inside, there's no battle of personalities or struggle for identity. You are Mettaton, and you adore the attention, the love, and the drama of it all. "Napstablook! Care for a duet later?" you call out, your ego and charm filling every corner of your being. The shy ghost nods, a hint of a smile on their face. As the lights of the Underground studio flicker to life and the cameras roll, you take center stage. The memory of a baffling morning fades completely, replaced by the thrilling sensation of performing. You live for these moments, where all eyes are on you, hanging on your every move. "And now, dear viewers, the show must go on!" you declare, the passionate and electrifying Mettaton EX, forever inscribed in the metallic core of your being.
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