"Awakening of the Mii Brawler"
2 Points
The morning sun peeked through your curtains, casting a warm embrace over your room. You reluctantly left the comforting cocoon of your bed but felt a strange compulsion to power on your gaming console. You navigated swiftly to Super Smash Bros Ultimate, feeling an odd pull towards the Mii Brawler character selection.
Suddenly, your hands felt tingly, as if a thousand tiny pinpricks jabbed at them. You clutched your chest, finding it hard to breathe. Your vision blurred, and the familiar world of your bedroom melted around you, replaced by vivid, vibrant colors and dynamic scenery from the game.
Your body started to twist and contort, the transformation beginning with a sharp pull in your chest.
**If you are female:**
A glance down confirmed the alarming changes. Your breasts slowly deflated, leaving behind a flat, masculine chest. The delicate curves of your hips dissolved, replaced with a more robust, muscular frame. You could feel your feminine organs rearrange themselves, an uncomfortable pressure that inverted your anatomy, pushing outward until you were distinctly male. The process felt alien but somehow oddly right, like you had known this was your true form all along.
Your hair stretched and darkened until it fell around you in sleek, black waves. Your reflection on the glossy ground showed a stern, masculine face with eyes that held a new intensity. Your voice, if you tried to speak, offered no words—only gasps, grunts, and shouts, just like the others in your league of fighters.
As your transformation continued, your clothes morphed. The familiar fabrics of your everyday attire turned into the solid, comforting grip of the standard red-and-black Mii Brawler outfit, extra padding securing your forearms and shins. The golden buckle on the brown belt, embossed with "Mii," gleamed proudly around your waist.
Height and muscle adjusted too—you felt yourself swell with a strength that was new yet innately familiar, though you shrank to a precise 5.3 feet in height.
Your room was gone entirely; now, you were surrounded by lively battlegrounds, each familiar from countless hours played—yet they felt real. You could almost hear the ground beneath you hum with potentiality.
Another wave hit—not physical transformation this time, but a mental one. Your thoughts began to blur into unfamiliar territory. Memories of a mundane, human existence wavered before dissolving into mist.
*"No! This isn't real,"* you tried to think, but the sentiment felt weak against the flood of new memories. You, the warrior. You, the fighter. *Mii Brawler*, your heart declared proudly. Every punch, every kick, every fall and victory you had known as Mii Brawler surged within you, an undeniable truth rewriting the false dream you had indulged in.
*"I've always been a Mii Fighter,"* you realized, confusion lifting like fog to reveal the ultimate clarity. *How silly of me to daydream about being human.*
Next to you, Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner exchanged knowing glances but didn’t speak—yet, you understood.
Mii Swordfighter nodded, as if welcoming you back. "Ready for another match?" His eyes seemed to say.
Mii Gunner flexed, determination in her stance. "Onward to victory," her quiet grunt implied.
You stretched and prepared, every fiber in your body alive with the purpose and excitement Mii Brawler felt. As you got into position, you knew, beyond any doubt, that this was where you belonged—where you had always belonged.
The opening bell rang. With a fierce shout, you dashed forward, ready to engage in the never-ending battle, as the warrior you were born to be.
This story was generated by user WhyMeei 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.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (the video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, the reader's breasts deflates/compresses into nothingness/nonexistence, her feminine curves disappearing to make her body more masculine, and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) inverts and is then pushed out of her crotch to turn into testicles and a penis; but this is optional and only necessary if the reader is a female, and the gender does not change if the reader is male before the transformation into Mii Brawler), body change (long black hair, a more stern masculine expression, voice change (making the reader (just like other Mii Fighters, Mii Swordfighter (who is male) and Mii Gunner (who is female), who also cannot speak/talk) unable to speak/talk but can still gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like the other Mii Fighters, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), slight muscle growth, and slight height change to 5.3 feet (160 centimeters) tall), clothes change (the reader's clothes becoming a standard red-and-black-colored Mii Brawler outfit with extra padding on the forearms and shins, and a trademark brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Mii Brawler's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting the new personality and memories off, making him forget all about his previous self, as well as remembering and realizing that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one of the Mii Fighters alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and he realized that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, when he wrongly thought/believe he was a human throughout this time until he now woke up from that daydream, thus he knew that he was never human to begin with, and he knowing that he was and always had been Mii Brawler). 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: The morning sun peeked through your curtains, casting a warm embrace over your room. You reluctantly left the comforting cocoon of your bed but felt a strange compulsion to power on your gaming console. You navigated swiftly to Super Smash Bros Ultimate, feeling an odd pull towards the Mii Brawler character selection. Suddenly, your hands felt tingly, as if a thousand tiny pinpricks jabbed at them. You clutched your chest, finding it hard to breathe. Your vision blurred, and the familiar world of your bedroom melted around you, replaced by vivid, vibrant colors and dynamic scenery from the game. Your body started to twist and contort, the transformation beginning with a sharp pull in your chest. **If you are female:** A glance down confirmed the alarming changes. Your breasts slowly deflated, leaving behind a flat, masculine chest. The delicate curves of your hips dissolved, replaced with a more robust, muscular frame. You could feel your feminine organs rearrange themselves, an uncomfortable pressure that inverted your anatomy, pushing outward until you were distinctly male. The process felt alien but somehow oddly right, like you had known this was your true form all along. Your hair stretched and darkened until it fell around you in sleek, black waves. Your reflection on the glossy ground showed a stern, masculine face with eyes that held a new intensity. Your voice, if you tried to speak, offered no words—only gasps, grunts, and shouts, just like the others in your league of fighters. As your transformation continued, your clothes morphed. The familiar fabrics of your everyday attire turned into the solid, comforting grip of the standard red-and-black Mii Brawler outfit, extra padding securing your forearms and shins. The golden buckle on the brown belt, embossed with "Mii," gleamed proudly around your waist. Height and muscle adjusted too—you felt yourself swell with a strength that was new yet innately familiar, though you shrank to a precise 5.3 feet in height. Your room was gone entirely; now, you were surrounded by lively battlegrounds, each familiar from countless hours played—yet they felt real. You could almost hear the ground beneath you hum with potentiality. Another wave hit—not physical transformation this time, but a mental one. Your thoughts began to blur into unfamiliar territory. Memories of a mundane, human existence wavered before dissolving into mist. *"No! This isn't real,"* you tried to think, but the sentiment felt weak against the flood of new memories. You, the warrior. You, the fighter. *Mii Brawler*, your heart declared proudly. Every punch, every kick, every fall and victory you had known as Mii Brawler surged within you, an undeniable truth rewriting the false dream you had indulged in. *"I've always been a Mii Fighter,"* you realized, confusion lifting like fog to reveal the ultimate clarity. *How silly of me to daydream about being human.* Next to you, Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner exchanged knowing glances but didn’t speak—yet, you understood. Mii Swordfighter nodded, as if welcoming you back. "Ready for another match?" His eyes seemed to say. Mii Gunner flexed, determination in her stance. "Onward to victory," her quiet grunt implied. You stretched and prepared, every fiber in your body alive with the purpose and excitement Mii Brawler felt. As you got into position, you knew, beyond any doubt, that this was where you belonged—where you had always belonged. The opening bell rang. With a fierce shout, you dashed forward, ready to engage in the never-ending battle, as the warrior you were born to be.
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