"Whispers of the Forgotten Dream: Embracing the Mii Brawler"
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The untamed forest looms around you as you clutch the book in hand, lost in the lure of its fantastical tales. As the full moon radiates an ethereal aura down onto the pages, you feel an inexplicable pull. You dismiss it as just the magic of the story—until it no longer seems like a story.
Your senses begin to tingle, your vision blurring. Before you can discern reality from fantasy, a surging sensation overtakes you. This isn't merely reading; something far more mysterious and profound is happening. Your breath comes in gasps as every cell of your body tingles, and a peculiar warmth centers on your chest, spreading outward. A whisper of a thought surfaces—"Is this really happening?"
Startled, you drop the book. It lands on the leaf-strewn ground without a sound. Waves of transformation erupt from within. Your body shape-shifts; if you're female, more dramatic changes ensue. Your breasts deflate, compressing into nothingness as your feminine curves vanish into a more angular, masculine form. Your very essence inverts, shifting your gender in a sudden but fluid transition—your vagina, ovaries, and uterus retracting and molding into testicles and a penis.
The changes don't relent. Your features harden, morphing into a more masculine expression, while your hair darkens to a uniform jet black. Your voice corsets, paralyzed into the limited vocal range of gasps, grunts, groans, growls, shouts, yells, and screams. No coherent words can escape your lips, but you understand; your mind remains coherent even if your speech cannot.
Your clothes grow tighter, transforming into a snug, red-and-black outfit, the padded forearms and shins giving a sense of latent strength. A golden belt buckle emblazoned with "Mii" firmly secures around your waist.
Then comes the mental shift. Core memories replace your own, submerging you beneath the tide of Mii Brawler's identity. Towers of childhood laughter, high school friendships, and first loves crumble into dust, replaced by training sessions, battles, and camaraderie with Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. You desperately clutch at the fringes of your former life, but Mii Brawler's personality anchors you deep within this new reality.
*"Why am I – Wait! This isn't – "*
A thought struggles within you but loses coherence, lost amid the rush of foreign memories and sensations. You feel your past slip away like water through your fingers until only the present remains, shared with your fellow silent fighters.
**"Always been a daydream,"** it dawns on you, a whisper from the remnants of your old self surfacing briefly before submerging once more. **"Nothing but an illusion."**
Your hand tightens into a fist reflexively, muscles now honed to perfection for the battles that are your life. You glance around at the once-foreign, now utterly familiar landscape—the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate—recognizing friends, enemies, stages, and arenas.
**"This is who I am,"** you realize with an unexpected sense of finality. Memory and personality untangle into a single truth: you are Mii Brawler and have always been.
A resonant growl escapes from your throat while your mind attunes itself, anchoring every new memory with precision. Looking to Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner who acknowledge your presence with silent nods, you understand—forever companions in this eternal fight, sharing a mutual bond beyond needing words.
In this world, the battles are endless and so is the camaraderie. As the rush of your transformation settles, you stand firm, ready and eager for the next challenge. The echoes of a former human life scatter on the wind, as fleeting as a forgotten dream.
The dawn of a new fight begins—always ready, ever vigilant.
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 (a 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 (who also don't speak/talk while still can gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like Mii Brawler, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), 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 untamed forest looms around you as you clutch the book in hand, lost in the lure of its fantastical tales. As the full moon radiates an ethereal aura down onto the pages, you feel an inexplicable pull. You dismiss it as just the magic of the story—until it no longer seems like a story. Your senses begin to tingle, your vision blurring. Before you can discern reality from fantasy, a surging sensation overtakes you. This isn't merely reading; something far more mysterious and profound is happening. Your breath comes in gasps as every cell of your body tingles, and a peculiar warmth centers on your chest, spreading outward. A whisper of a thought surfaces—"Is this really happening?" Startled, you drop the book. It lands on the leaf-strewn ground without a sound. Waves of transformation erupt from within. Your body shape-shifts; if you're female, more dramatic changes ensue. Your breasts deflate, compressing into nothingness as your feminine curves vanish into a more angular, masculine form. Your very essence inverts, shifting your gender in a sudden but fluid transition—your vagina, ovaries, and uterus retracting and molding into testicles and a penis. The changes don't relent. Your features harden, morphing into a more masculine expression, while your hair darkens to a uniform jet black. Your voice corsets, paralyzed into the limited vocal range of gasps, grunts, groans, growls, shouts, yells, and screams. No coherent words can escape your lips, but you understand; your mind remains coherent even if your speech cannot. Your clothes grow tighter, transforming into a snug, red-and-black outfit, the padded forearms and shins giving a sense of latent strength. A golden belt buckle emblazoned with "Mii" firmly secures around your waist. Then comes the mental shift. Core memories replace your own, submerging you beneath the tide of Mii Brawler's identity. Towers of childhood laughter, high school friendships, and first loves crumble into dust, replaced by training sessions, battles, and camaraderie with Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. You desperately clutch at the fringes of your former life, but Mii Brawler's personality anchors you deep within this new reality. *"Why am I – Wait! This isn't – "* A thought struggles within you but loses coherence, lost amid the rush of foreign memories and sensations. You feel your past slip away like water through your fingers until only the present remains, shared with your fellow silent fighters. **"Always been a daydream,"** it dawns on you, a whisper from the remnants of your old self surfacing briefly before submerging once more. **"Nothing but an illusion."** Your hand tightens into a fist reflexively, muscles now honed to perfection for the battles that are your life. You glance around at the once-foreign, now utterly familiar landscape—the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate—recognizing friends, enemies, stages, and arenas. **"This is who I am,"** you realize with an unexpected sense of finality. Memory and personality untangle into a single truth: you are Mii Brawler and have always been. A resonant growl escapes from your throat while your mind attunes itself, anchoring every new memory with precision. Looking to Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner who acknowledge your presence with silent nods, you understand—forever companions in this eternal fight, sharing a mutual bond beyond needing words. In this world, the battles are endless and so is the camaraderie. As the rush of your transformation settles, you stand firm, ready and eager for the next challenge. The echoes of a former human life scatter on the wind, as fleeting as a forgotten dream. The dawn of a new fight begins—always ready, ever vigilant.
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