You find yourself drawn irresistibly to a small, flickering light emanating from beneath your bed. As you reach down, your fingers brush against a cube—an object that looks distinctly out of place in your ordinary suburban apartment. You hold the cube in your hand, marvelling at its sleek, futuristic design. Suddenly, an intense, blinding light engulfs you.
An alarming warmth courses through your veins, and you drop to your knees, clutching your chest as the sensation spreads. Your heart pounds in your ribs, but each beat feels less human, more mechanical. Your bones begin to stretch, your muscles twist and form into something unfamiliar. Panic wells up inside you, but it's swiftly drowned out by an overwhelming physical transformation.
You gasp as your body grows, elongating and towering nearly five meters. Your arms and legs thin out but become sturdy, plated with sleek, shiny metal. Your skin morphs into a cold, metallic surface spotted with pink, black, and white hues. Your waist narrows while your hips and chest broaden, molding into a distinctly feminine, robotic form. Despite the wrongness, your body feels harmoniously right—strong and agile.
You try to scream, but your voice falters, caught somewhere between human and mechanical. The next moment, your genitals invert with an odd, wet "pop," and the discomfort is as alarming as its finality. No longer feeling them, you tentatively touch your now alien, feminine chest and groin.
"Am I… a girl?" you mutter, feeling the new, confident but higher-pitched resonance of your transformed voice echo in the room. "No… No!" you shout, but it is no longer the voice you’ve known all your life.
Desperation claws at your thoughts. You try to call out for help. "Mom! Dad! Someone!" But you realize you no longer have a human family in this reality.
A soothing yet authoritative voice fills your mind. **"You were never human, never male. You have always been Arcee, a hero, an Autobot."**
You try to shake your head violently, to cling to your fading memories, the pictures on your bedside table… but when you glance at them, they're gone—replaced by holographic images of battlefields and your allies. You're gripping at cognitive threads that slip away, replaced by training and combat, strategies and missions.
"No…!" you whisper in diminishing will, attempting to resist the shifting tide of your consciousness. "This isn't real. I'm not… I'm not Arcee."
Yet the voice persists. **"You are Arcee. You have always been Arcee. Your human life is a mere daydream, nothing more."**
New memories surge painfully through your mind—a life of battles, friendships with fellow Autobots, the sheer will to protect others. The struggle wanes as these memories feel increasingly authentic. You remember fighting Decepticons, strategizing with Optimus Prime, and wielding your energo blades with precision.
"But my name…!" you cry out in a final act of resistance. Your human name is now a distant echo.
Suddenly, you remember seeing reflections of your pink and black form, the Autobot emblem proudly displayed on your chest, and the sheer pride that comes with it.
"I… I am Arcee," you murmur, almost in acceptance. It feels… right, more real than anything else you've known. The human memories dissolve into mist, an inconsequential dream.
You take a step forward, feeling your new weight, the power surging through your motorcycle-transforming frame. The need to question or resist is gone. You gaze out upon the now-familiar world of Cybertronian conflict, with full confidence.
Looking around, you nod firmly to yourself. **"I am Arcee, an Autobot warrior. I always have been."**
Your past life—no more than a fleeting, inconsequential figment—fades to oblivion. There is only the battle ahead, the comrades to defend. You stride forward, the true hero you have always been.
This story was generated by user GenderChange 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 a POV transformation story of a male human reader turning into Arcee from the Transformers: Animated (TFA) series, 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 with smaller waists and wider hips, while his male genitals invert itself and sucks into his body, but since the reader is turning into a robot, he completely loses his genitals), voice change, robotification (becoming a humanoid robot), height progression (turning from 5.7 feet tall or 6 feet tall to 18 feet (5.48 meters) tall due to becoming a tall Autobot rather than a flesh-and-blood being), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Transformers: Animated series), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Arcee's personality and memories, as the voice tells the changing reader that she was never a human, let alone male, and always had been a robot, and a girl one at that, as well as confirming that she was never a mundane person, since she was daydreaming all this time, and that she has always been a giant robot named Arcee, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off her new memories/personality, making her fully believe in the voice in her head and know that she had always been a hero and a robot, causing her to completely forget her previous self, since that was only a dream and not real, and remembers that she has always been a heroic Autobot named Arcee, which is her true self and true life, unlike her life as a human male, which is a falsehood and a daydream compared with her true reality as a female Autobot, Arcee). For Arcee's appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is an Autobot, with is a sleek and agile form, and with a distinctly feminine design (she also has an "Autobot" symbol in the middle of her chest). Arcee is primarily pink, black, and white in color, which emphasizes her femininity. She often has accents of blue and purple. In her default/main robot form, Arcee has a streamlined body with a narrow waist and broad shoulders, showcasing a dynamic silhouette. Her head design includes a helmet-like structure with a visor, giving her a modern, futuristic look. Arcee has the ability to transform into a motorcycle, which aligns with her agile and fast character traits. The motorcycle design is sporty, featuring curves that reflect her personality. Her design, complete with articulation, allows for significant movement, emphasizing her combat skills and agility in battles. Arcee is often equipped with various weapons, including two integrated blade-like weapons, which she can use for melee combat, and she also possesses two Energon Blasters, and she is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat (using her agility and speed to outmaneuver opponents), enhancing her role as a fighter. Overall, her design combines elegance with a strong warrior aesthetic, making her a memorable character in the series. For Arcee's personality, she is strong-willed, determined, and fiercely independent. She often stands her ground and fights for what she believes in. She is courageous, brave, and willing to take risks, often putting herself in danger to protect others, showcasing her warrior spirit. Despite her tough exterior, Arcee displays empathy and care for her fellow Autobots, particularly towards her allies. She is quick-thinking and adaptable in battle, often using her agility and intelligence to outmaneuver opponents. Arcee is dedicated to the Autobot cause and her friends, demonstrating unwavering loyalty throughout the series. Overall, her character embodies a blend of strength, resilience, and compassion, making her a standout figure in the "Transformers: Animated" series. The story would be that the reader has found a cube (which looked futuristic for some reason) in or around the reader's apartment room or suburban home, and as he held the cube, the blinding light engulfed him, causing the whole transformation to occur. After the physical transformation, the reader checks her former private parts and her chest by touching, shocked to find that they had been replaced by their feminine, yet robotic counterparts (with her chest now having breasts and her privates already inverted itself with a wet "pop" noise), making her realize in shock and confusion that she was now a girl, and also realizes the she is now literally a robot, even telling herself all of that. Following the physical changes, the reader tries her 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 life as Arcee. Near the end of the story (and long after the transformation ended), Arcee would briefly remember/thought of her previous life as a mundane human, but she soon forgets about it as she knows that she has always been an Autobot, named Arcee (which is the reader's real/true name instead of her former and false human name), and she knows that her mundane life as a human was all just a dream, not reality (meaning her mundane life as an ordinary male was not real and never was real to begin with), and Arcee is content to know that her life as Arcee is the only true/real 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: You find yourself drawn irresistibly to a small, flickering light emanating from beneath your bed. As you reach down, your fingers brush against a cube—an object that looks distinctly out of place in your ordinary suburban apartment. You hold the cube in your hand, marvelling at its sleek, futuristic design. Suddenly, an intense, blinding light engulfs you. An alarming warmth courses through your veins, and you drop to your knees, clutching your chest as the sensation spreads. Your heart pounds in your ribs, but each beat feels less human, more mechanical. Your bones begin to stretch, your muscles twist and form into something unfamiliar. Panic wells up inside you, but it's swiftly drowned out by an overwhelming physical transformation. You gasp as your body grows, elongating and towering nearly five meters. Your arms and legs thin out but become sturdy, plated with sleek, shiny metal. Your skin morphs into a cold, metallic surface spotted with pink, black, and white hues. Your waist narrows while your hips and chest broaden, molding into a distinctly feminine, robotic form. Despite the wrongness, your body feels harmoniously right—strong and agile. You try to scream, but your voice falters, caught somewhere between human and mechanical. The next moment, your genitals invert with an odd, wet "pop," and the discomfort is as alarming as its finality. No longer feeling them, you tentatively touch your now alien, feminine chest and groin. "Am I… a girl?" you mutter, feeling the new, confident but higher-pitched resonance of your transformed voice echo in the room. "No… No!" you shout, but it is no longer the voice you’ve known all your life. Desperation claws at your thoughts. You try to call out for help. "Mom! Dad! Someone!" But you realize you no longer have a human family in this reality. A soothing yet authoritative voice fills your mind. **"You were never human, never male. You have always been Arcee, a hero, an Autobot."** You try to shake your head violently, to cling to your fading memories, the pictures on your bedside table… but when you glance at them, they're gone—replaced by holographic images of battlefields and your allies. You're gripping at cognitive threads that slip away, replaced by training and combat, strategies and missions. "No…!" you whisper in diminishing will, attempting to resist the shifting tide of your consciousness. "This isn't real. I'm not… I'm not Arcee." Yet the voice persists. **"You are Arcee. You have always been Arcee. Your human life is a mere daydream, nothing more."** New memories surge painfully through your mind—a life of battles, friendships with fellow Autobots, the sheer will to protect others. The struggle wanes as these memories feel increasingly authentic. You remember fighting Decepticons, strategizing with Optimus Prime, and wielding your energo blades with precision. "But my name…!" you cry out in a final act of resistance. Your human name is now a distant echo. Suddenly, you remember seeing reflections of your pink and black form, the Autobot emblem proudly displayed on your chest, and the sheer pride that comes with it. "I… I am Arcee," you murmur, almost in acceptance. It feels… right, more real than anything else you've known. The human memories dissolve into mist, an inconsequential dream. You take a step forward, feeling your new weight, the power surging through your motorcycle-transforming frame. The need to question or resist is gone. You gaze out upon the now-familiar world of Cybertronian conflict, with full confidence. Looking around, you nod firmly to yourself. **"I am Arcee, an Autobot warrior. I always have been."** Your past life—no more than a fleeting, inconsequential figment—fades to oblivion. There is only the battle ahead, the comrades to defend. You stride forward, the true hero you have always been.
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