You find yourself caught in an idle daydream, staring at the strange cube nestled in the corner of your room. The metallic surfaces reflect a fragmented image of your suburban home, lending it an ethereal, almost otherworldly quality. Slowly, almost as if compelled by an unseen force, you reach out to touch it. Your fingers graze the smooth, cool surface, and in that instant, a blinding light engulfs you.
"Gah!" you yelp, the intense brightness blurring your vision. Panic surges through you as an unexpected warmth floods your body, spreading from every limb to the core. Tingling turns to a strange, uncomfortable pressure. Your grip tightens around the cube, but it offers no answers, no salvation.
Your heart races as you glance down in horror. Your skin is morphing from soft and fleshy to hard and metallic. You watch, jaw slack, as pink and black metal plates slide and lock into place. The faint hum of servos fills your ears, and you feel your legs extend, stretching upward, far beyond your normal height. You are now towering, nearly 18 feet (5.48 meters) tall.
"What... What's happening to me?" you stammer, or at least try to—your voice comes out layered with a synthetic, feminine timbre you don't recognize.
You clutch at your chest as the sensation tightens. Two metallic mounds press outward, forming into a distinctly feminine shape. Your midsection cinches while your hips flare, adopting a curvaceous figure. The horrifying realization strikes as you feel your male genitals invert with an unsettling wet "pop."
"I-I'm a girl... And a robot?" you mutter, staring at the reflection in a full-length mirror, dismayed at the pink and white visage that now stares back. A sleek and agile form, with highlights of blue and purple and a helmet-like structure on the head that your hands—now metal—trace in bewilderment.
"Arcee," a calm yet authoritative voice resonates inside your head, making you gasp. "You are Arcee, an Autobot. A fighter and a protector."
"No, this isn't real! I'm—" you try to scream out, but the new voice interrupts.
"You've never been human. You were never a boy."
"No!" you grasp onto the remnants of your past life, your former self, reaching for memories that are slipping away. "This can't be real!"
"Arcee, remember your purpose," the voice insists, tendrils of its influence wrapping around your thoughts, pulling them into alignment. "You are strong-willed and determined. You’ve always been a hero."
Your mind reels, the imagery of college, of your friends and family, fading like mirages in a desert of logic and clarity. You call out to them, futilely trying to anchor yourself, but they drift further away, replaced by scenes of interstellar battles and familiar faces of Autobots and Decepticons.
"I'm not... Arcee," you murmur, shaking your head, but with each passing moment, the denial feels more distant, less true.
"You are Arcee," states the voice with finality. "You have always protected others, showcased your agility and bravery in combat. That human life was only a dream."
As your struggle wanes, memories of training with blades, vertiginous motorcycle chases, battles on strange worlds, flood your consciousness. Every resistance falters and crumbles as you absorb and embrace your true reality.
"I... I am Arcee," you finally admit, the slick transformation of your mind now complete. The mundane world of your former self distorts, dissipating into the ether. Your suburban home dissolves, replaced by the alien, metallic landscape of Cybertron.
A fleeting shadow of a recollection—a young human boy fiddling with technology—crosses your thoughts, only to dissipate as quickly as it came.
"That was just a dream," you think aloud, your synthesized voice carrying authority. "I’ve always been Arcee."
A sense of contentment fills you. You've finally returned to your rightful self, poised and ready to defend the Autobots. Determination hardens within you, driving away the last echoes of doubt. No longer bound by the falsehood of a previous existence, you stand tall, a powerful and sleek warrior named Arcee, ready to face whatever challenges await.
End of Story
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 a boy, 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). 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. 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 Arcee and she knows that her mundane life as a human was all just a dream, not reality (meaning her mundane life as an ordinary boy 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 caught in an idle daydream, staring at the strange cube nestled in the corner of your room. The metallic surfaces reflect a fragmented image of your suburban home, lending it an ethereal, almost otherworldly quality. Slowly, almost as if compelled by an unseen force, you reach out to touch it. Your fingers graze the smooth, cool surface, and in that instant, a blinding light engulfs you. "Gah!" you yelp, the intense brightness blurring your vision. Panic surges through you as an unexpected warmth floods your body, spreading from every limb to the core. Tingling turns to a strange, uncomfortable pressure. Your grip tightens around the cube, but it offers no answers, no salvation. Your heart races as you glance down in horror. Your skin is morphing from soft and fleshy to hard and metallic. You watch, jaw slack, as pink and black metal plates slide and lock into place. The faint hum of servos fills your ears, and you feel your legs extend, stretching upward, far beyond your normal height. You are now towering, nearly 18 feet (5.48 meters) tall. "What... What's happening to me?" you stammer, or at least try to—your voice comes out layered with a synthetic, feminine timbre you don't recognize. You clutch at your chest as the sensation tightens. Two metallic mounds press outward, forming into a distinctly feminine shape. Your midsection cinches while your hips flare, adopting a curvaceous figure. The horrifying realization strikes as you feel your male genitals invert with an unsettling wet "pop." "I-I'm a girl... And a robot?" you mutter, staring at the reflection in a full-length mirror, dismayed at the pink and white visage that now stares back. A sleek and agile form, with highlights of blue and purple and a helmet-like structure on the head that your hands—now metal—trace in bewilderment. "Arcee," a calm yet authoritative voice resonates inside your head, making you gasp. "You are Arcee, an Autobot. A fighter and a protector." "No, this isn't real! I'm—" you try to scream out, but the new voice interrupts. "You've never been human. You were never a boy." "No!" you grasp onto the remnants of your past life, your former self, reaching for memories that are slipping away. "This can't be real!" "Arcee, remember your purpose," the voice insists, tendrils of its influence wrapping around your thoughts, pulling them into alignment. "You are strong-willed and determined. You’ve always been a hero." Your mind reels, the imagery of college, of your friends and family, fading like mirages in a desert of logic and clarity. You call out to them, futilely trying to anchor yourself, but they drift further away, replaced by scenes of interstellar battles and familiar faces of Autobots and Decepticons. "I'm not... Arcee," you murmur, shaking your head, but with each passing moment, the denial feels more distant, less true. "You are Arcee," states the voice with finality. "You have always protected others, showcased your agility and bravery in combat. That human life was only a dream." As your struggle wanes, memories of training with blades, vertiginous motorcycle chases, battles on strange worlds, flood your consciousness. Every resistance falters and crumbles as you absorb and embrace your true reality. "I... I am Arcee," you finally admit, the slick transformation of your mind now complete. The mundane world of your former self distorts, dissipating into the ether. Your suburban home dissolves, replaced by the alien, metallic landscape of Cybertron. A fleeting shadow of a recollection—a young human boy fiddling with technology—crosses your thoughts, only to dissipate as quickly as it came. "That was just a dream," you think aloud, your synthesized voice carrying authority. "I’ve always been Arcee." A sense of contentment fills you. You've finally returned to your rightful self, poised and ready to defend the Autobots. Determination hardens within you, driving away the last echoes of doubt. No longer bound by the falsehood of a previous existence, you stand tall, a powerful and sleek warrior named Arcee, ready to face whatever challenges await. End of Story
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