Title: "Identity Swap: From James to Jessica"
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James was a precocious seven-year-old, full of curiosity and a sense of adventure that came naturally to boys his age. He was taller than average for his age, standing at four feet. His birthday was May 12th, making him just a hair over seven. With a light frame weighing around 50 pounds, his unruly tuft of brown hair framed his curious blue eyes. Today, he was dressed in his favorite green dinosaur t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and his well-worn sneakers, ready for his first solo adventure outside, courtesy of his young mom, who at 20, thought it was high time he started learning some independence.
Night began to fall as he wandered further than he intended, his excitement turning into confusion and then a twinge of fear. The evening shadows cast eerie silhouettes, and soon he felt completely lost. Walking along the roadside, he became increasingly scared, eyes wide, darting at every sound.
Suddenly, James’s eyes caught a bizarre collection of items strewn across a patch of dry grass just off the road. The first thing he noticed was a pair of skimpy teal-colored sandals adorned with sparkling silver accents. These sandals lay discarded, suggestive in their appearance, not pink as one might expect for something trying to be overtly feminine. Surrounding them were a series of provocative items: a black lacy bra, a crimson thong, a sheer garter belt, a sequined crop top, a set of false eyelashes, and a small bottle of neon green nail polish. Among these objects, he noticed a piece of jewelry—a gold watch that looked distinctly out of place for its apparent cost and masculine design.
"Eww," James muttered, visibly repulsed. He had always deemed sandals, particularly open-toed shoes, disgustingly girly.
As he tried to detour around the items, he tripped over a loose rock. His sneakers and socks went flying, and to his horror, his bare feet landed right in the skimpy teal sandals. The sensation was jolting. He kicked the sandals off instantly, but it was too late. He felt a tingle creeping through his feet. His skin began to crack and change, nails forming a glittery teal polish, matching the sandals. His feet grew larger and more feminine.
"Mommy!" he yelled, panic rising in his voice. "I didn’t do anything wrong! I don’t wanna be a girl! And nail polish is gross!"
But the changes didn’t stop. His legs elongated, flesh softening and reshaping into mature, feminine curves. His torso thinned and gained definition; his arms became slender, his hands delicate. Lengthened fingernails bore the same glittery polish. James’s face morphed; boyish features were supplanted by high cheekbones, full lips, and wide eyes. His brown hair cascaded down in luscious waves.
A skimpy outfit now adorned his transformed body: a tight silver mini-dress with revealing cutouts. A small, designer purse materialized on his shoulder, filled with further feminine paraphernalia: a compact mirror, a set of lip glosses, a lacey choker, a perfume bottle labeled "Seduction," and a provocative photograph of a man he'd never seen.
His mind fought against the changes, but memories ebbing away with each second until there was only the new reality. Looking into a nearby dark car window, a reflection showed him—not James, but a completely different woman staring back.
"Ugh, like, ew-uh! Ruining my pedicure by walking barefoot!" she squealed, her voice filled with snobbish disdain.
The new woman, now identified in her mind as Jessica, a 25-year-old lady living in Dallas, Texas, stood tall at five-foot-eight with striking blue eyes. She examined herself, still confused about why she was here.
"Oh my god, what is happening right now? Why am I so confused?" she wondered aloud, her voice dripping with valley girl tones.
Jessica soon found a standing street mirror and walked toward it. Admiring her appearance, she started pouting and blowing kisses at her reflection. "Look at you, Jessica. You’re just, like, so fabulous!" she cooed. She pulled out a tube of lip gloss and applied it slowly, savoring each swipe across her plump lips.
"Much better," she said with a casual flip of her hair. "Jesus Christ, Jessica, why did you remove your cute sandals and risk ruining your beautiful feet?"
Running back to the discarded items, sandals thudding against the ground, she gathered the bra, thong, garter belt, crop top, false eyelashes, and the stolen gold watch, putting each on with deliberate care. She felt no guilt—only satisfaction as she snapped the watch onto her wrist, mocking anyone who might have lost it.
Standing before the mirror once more, she marveled at her transformation. Hands ran over her shapely legs, caressed her chest, and traced the outline of her curves. Admiring her manicured nails, she played with her hair and moved her feet seductively within the teal sandals.
"Jessica, you are just too hot to handle!" she laughed. "So fabulous, so stunning, an absolute queen."
With self-assured arrogance, she strutted down the road, confident her new reality was exactly where she belonged, never again to remember the boy named James.
This story was generated by user manemansteve 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.
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Prompt: story about 7 year old James given going out alone for the first with permission from his 20 year old mom. Include a description of his height, birthday, weight hair color and style eye color and what he's wearing. Have him get confused as he's continuing to walk around as nightfall approaches getting scared. Have him be walking down the road side when he spots a pair of skimpy sandals with a description of the look and color not being pink and where they were left and other skimpy feminine provocative items with detailed descriptions of 6 items and one item likely stolen from someone else and what it was and why it was likely stolen and have him be grossed out by all the items. Have him instantly get grossed out at the sandals as he always deemed sandals and open toed shoes of any kind way too girly intending to avoid them. Have him trip over something causing his shoes and socks to fly off and his feet to accidentally stumble into the skimpy sandals. Have him kick them off instantly in disgust as his felt his feet start tingling. Have his feet start cracking and changing growing and feminizing as a glittery polish formed on his toenails with the color mentioned. Have the boy get grossed out at how girly and big his feet were screaming for his mommy and have it be in quoted text saying he didn't do anything wrong and didn't wanna be a girl and nail polish was gross. Have his legs and torso feminize and mature with detailed descriptions as his arms and hands feminized and grew with detailed descriptions as his fingernails lengthened and gained the same color polish as his toenails. Have his face and head and hair change and feminize becoming womanly as his hair became long and lady like and have a skimpy provocative outfit form on his body with a description of the outfit and have a purse full of provocative and feminine items form on his shoulder with detailed descriptions of the purse and the provocative not so child friendly items. Have his memories start changing as he tried to fight the changes until he only remembered his new life. Include the woman's name, age being 5 years older than his mom, birthday, birth year being 5 years earlier than his mom, height, weight, hair color and eye color and what city and state she's from. Have her loudly complain about being barefoot and how it could ruin her pedicure and have it be in quoted text speaking with a snobby attitude saying ew-uh. Have her slowly walk down the road tripping over herself. Have the sounds continue to happen around her and have her get nervous. Have her be standing in front of a mirror again as she looked herself up and down starting from her bare feet all the way to her face feeling scared as she was just a innocent woman. Have her say oh my god what is happening right now why am i so confused and have it be in quoted text talking in a very valley girl voice adding random feminine traits to her words and spelling them with the feminine traits. Have her walk up to a nearby mirror admiring her looks and pouting and blowing herself kisses and have her compliment herself and have it be in quoted text in a very valley girl snobby way with feminine traits on words that weren't necessary and spell them like that. Have her decide to put some lip gloss on and be detailed as she put it on in a very snobby self-centered way and admired herself even more. Have her decide to put her sandals on. Have her do a step by step process of her putting the first sandal on with detailed descriptions of her doing it but being very snobby and unnecessary slow. Have her do the same step by step process of her putting the second sandal on with detailed descriptions of her doing it slowly and admiring herself a lot. Have her stand up looking down at her feet with pride and have her say much better like jesus christ ____ why did you remove your cute sandals and risk ruining your beautiful you're __ years old girlfriend get it together and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks in a very snobby valley girl voice adding feminine traits to words and spelling with the feminine traits. Have her run back with her sandals thumping against the ground stumbling and finding her other items. Have one of them be a tiara that she had and include the reason she had it being a snobby reason. Have her pick it up and put it on with a detailed description of her doing so. Have her pick up 5 things and include what they are adding them to her outfit to with detailed descriptions of her doing so having no memory of who she used to be and have the items be the same consistent items throughout the whole story. Have her then pick up the item she stole adding it to her look as well smugly mocking who she stole it from in a very snobby way. Have her walk to a nearby mirror smiling as she started hyping herself up again running her hands over her body all over being very detailed on where she ran her hands on her legs and her chest and other areas and admiring her manicured nails and have her run her hands over her feet and have her move her feet in the sandals in a seductive way and have her hype herself up complimenting herself and have it be in quoted text in a very snobby feminine valley girl voice.
Response: James was a precocious seven-year-old, full of curiosity and a sense of adventure that came naturally to boys his age. He was taller than average for his age, standing at four feet. His birthday was May 12th, making him just a hair over seven. With a light frame weighing around 50 pounds, his unruly tuft of brown hair framed his curious blue eyes. Today, he was dressed in his favorite green dinosaur t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and his well-worn sneakers, ready for his first solo adventure outside, courtesy of his young mom, who at 20, thought it was high time he started learning some independence. Night began to fall as he wandered further than he intended, his excitement turning into confusion and then a twinge of fear. The evening shadows cast eerie silhouettes, and soon he felt completely lost. Walking along the roadside, he became increasingly scared, eyes wide, darting at every sound. Suddenly, James’s eyes caught a bizarre collection of items strewn across a patch of dry grass just off the road. The first thing he noticed was a pair of skimpy teal-colored sandals adorned with sparkling silver accents. These sandals lay discarded, suggestive in their appearance, not pink as one might expect for something trying to be overtly feminine. Surrounding them were a series of provocative items: a black lacy bra, a crimson thong, a sheer garter belt, a sequined crop top, a set of false eyelashes, and a small bottle of neon green nail polish. Among these objects, he noticed a piece of jewelry—a gold watch that looked distinctly out of place for its apparent cost and masculine design. "Eww," James muttered, visibly repulsed. He had always deemed sandals, particularly open-toed shoes, disgustingly girly. As he tried to detour around the items, he tripped over a loose rock. His sneakers and socks went flying, and to his horror, his bare feet landed right in the skimpy teal sandals. The sensation was jolting. He kicked the sandals off instantly, but it was too late. He felt a tingle creeping through his feet. His skin began to crack and change, nails forming a glittery teal polish, matching the sandals. His feet grew larger and more feminine. "Mommy!" he yelled, panic rising in his voice. "I didn’t do anything wrong! I don’t wanna be a girl! And nail polish is gross!" But the changes didn’t stop. His legs elongated, flesh softening and reshaping into mature, feminine curves. His torso thinned and gained definition; his arms became slender, his hands delicate. Lengthened fingernails bore the same glittery polish. James’s face morphed; boyish features were supplanted by high cheekbones, full lips, and wide eyes. His brown hair cascaded down in luscious waves. A skimpy outfit now adorned his transformed body: a tight silver mini-dress with revealing cutouts. A small, designer purse materialized on his shoulder, filled with further feminine paraphernalia: a compact mirror, a set of lip glosses, a lacey choker, a perfume bottle labeled "Seduction," and a provocative photograph of a man he'd never seen. His mind fought against the changes, but memories ebbing away with each second until there was only the new reality. Looking into a nearby dark car window, a reflection showed him—not James, but a completely different woman staring back. "Ugh, like, ew-uh! Ruining my pedicure by walking barefoot!" she squealed, her voice filled with snobbish disdain. The new woman, now identified in her mind as Jessica, a 25-year-old lady living in Dallas, Texas, stood tall at five-foot-eight with striking blue eyes. She examined herself, still confused about why she was here. "Oh my god, what is happening right now? Why am I so confused?" she wondered aloud, her voice dripping with valley girl tones. Jessica soon found a standing street mirror and walked toward it. Admiring her appearance, she started pouting and blowing kisses at her reflection. "Look at you, Jessica. You’re just, like, so fabulous!" she cooed. She pulled out a tube of lip gloss and applied it slowly, savoring each swipe across her plump lips. "Much better," she said with a casual flip of her hair. "Jesus Christ, Jessica, why did you remove your cute sandals and risk ruining your beautiful feet?" Running back to the discarded items, sandals thudding against the ground, she gathered the bra, thong, garter belt, crop top, false eyelashes, and the stolen gold watch, putting each on with deliberate care. She felt no guilt—only satisfaction as she snapped the watch onto her wrist, mocking anyone who might have lost it. Standing before the mirror once more, she marveled at her transformation. Hands ran over her shapely legs, caressed her chest, and traced the outline of her curves. Admiring her manicured nails, she played with her hair and moved her feet seductively within the teal sandals. "Jessica, you are just too hot to handle!" she laughed. "So fabulous, so stunning, an absolute queen." With self-assured arrogance, she strutted down the road, confident her new reality was exactly where she belonged, never again to remember the boy named James.
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