Zombie Pandemic: Ben's Unexpected Journey
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Title: Zombie Pandemic: Ben's Unexpected Journey
It was the year 2020, the clouds hung low in the sky, casting a somber mood over the bustling yet chaotic city. A seven-year-old boy named Ben stood beside his mother in the cereal aisle of a nearly deserted grocery store. Ben was small for his age, with freckles dusting his pale skin and light brown hair cut in an uneven bowl shape. He wore a bright blue dinosaur shirt and patched-up jeans, his white sneakers scuffed from endless adventures in their small backyard.
Ben's mother, Lauren, was a 32-year-old woman standing at 5'6" and weighing 140 pounds. Born on April 12, 1988, Lauren had light brown hair tied back in a ponytail and piercing green eyes that had seen too much in the past year. Her shoe size was a modest 6.5.
As they wearily grabbed food and supplies, shoving them into their cart, Ben tugged at his mom's sleeve and asked innocently, "Mommy, whyz yer feet so teeeny for a gwown up? Will mah feet be that tinny when ah gwow up?"
Lauren laughed softly, the sound a brief respite in their tense surroundings. "No, Ben. Since you’re a boy and not a girl, your feet should grow very big. I bet when you're older, you'll have size 10 feet!"
Ben grinned at the thought of having big feet. They were cautiously making their way to the checkout when suddenly, zombies began pouring into the store. Lauren grabbed Ben’s hand, and they started running.
"Hold on tight, Ben!" she shouted, her heart racing.
As they sprinted, they ran into a group of six Korean women blocking one of the aisles. The women were dressed in elegant blouses and skirts, each woman’s attire distinct yet complementary. Ji-yeon, who was 45 years old, had a seafoam green blouse and a cream skirt paired with black platform sandals. Her short brown hair was styled in immaculate waves, and her nails were painted a bold red.
Next to her was Min-Seo, aged 38, who wore a sky-blue blouse tucked into a floral skirt. Her white platform shoes sparkled under the harsh store lights, matching perfectly with her casual bob haircut and pale pink nails. She was a talented salon stylist from Los Angeles and had been in the profession for 14 years.
The third woman, Jin-hee, was 54 and visibly older than the rest. She wore a vibrant yellow blouse and a brown skirt, her platform sandals of the same brown shade accentuating her graceful appearance. Her nails were painted a soft lavender, and her white hair was cut in a pixie style that framed her aged yet wise face elegantly.
The three other women were related: sisters Hye-jin, Soo-yun, and Mi-ran. Hye-jin, the eldest at 43, had a pink blouse and gray skirt, with pink platform sandals to match. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed black with specks of gray, and her nails were painted a bright crimson. Soo-yun, aged 41, wore a white blouse with a navy blue skirt, and navy platform slides. Her cropped hair was dark and shiny, her nails painted in a soft blue. Mi-ran, the youngest at 37, donned a lavender blouse with a white skirt, and white platform shoes. Her short, sleek hair framed her face beautifully, and her nails were painted bright pink.
As the group of women hurried to assist other shoppers, Ji-yeon, the oldest, noticed little Ben. She said something in Korean and reached out to grab him. Instinctively, Ben tried to avoid her but was still grabbed by her firm yet gentle hold. The world spun around him, his vision blurred, and everything went black.
When Ben reopened his eyes, he felt... different. Taller. He glanced down in horror, his small hands now replaced with slender, manicured fingers. The blouse and skirt he wore were the same as Ji-yeon’s earlier, and his skin had taken on her olive tone.
"Mommy!" he cried out involuntarily, his voice now a higher-pitched and unfamiliar female voice. "Wh-wher are yoo, Mommy?" His words came out in broken English. He tried to run but stumbled over the platform sandals he was now wearing, the discomfort and unfamiliarity causing his steps to falter.
As he tripped over a fallen can, he gagged at the exaggerated femininity of his new form. "I wanna go home, I wan you, Mommy," he sobbed, helplessly playing with his new short hair. He tried to remove the blouse and skirt by pulling and tearing at them, but they wouldn’t budge. He then tried to unbuckle the platform sandals, pulling at the straps, yanking them in frustration, but nothing worked.
Glancing down at his new smaller feet, he whimpered, "I ghonna have girl feets an talk like funny lady forevr."
Disoriented, Ben moved one of his new feet awkwardly, leading to him tripping again and tumbling to the ground. As he struggled to get up, he found himself being unwittingly dragged into a fast, feminine stride.
He tried to pull off the pieces of Ji-yeon's jewelry. First, he attempted to remove the earrings, but they felt like they were a part of him, embedded in his new body in a way he couldn’t understand. Next, he tugged at the bracelet on his right wrist, yet it wouldn’t slide past his hand. He reached for the necklace, pulling at the clasp, but it remained firmly around his neck. The rings on his fingers were snug, refusing to slip off no matter how hard he tried. Lastly, the anklet around his right foot seemed fused to his skin, as if mocking his desperation.
"I'm scared," he muttered under his breath, now speaking in broken English. "I scawed." Tears streamed down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut in terror and frustration.
Suddenly, the five remaining Korean women appeared, and Mi-ran grabbed his hand, guiding him towards the exit. Hye-jin scolded, "Ji-yeon, you shouldn’t have wandered off! You’ve been a stylist for 20 years, you know better!"
Soo-yun added, "Ji-yeon, remember, you’re 45 now. You have three children: Joon, Minho, and Hana. You have to be more careful."
Ben, trapped in Ji-yeon’s body, struggled to understand their words, feeling their concern but unable to comprehend their language. They dragged him through the store and out to the empty parking lot. Terrified, he squeezed his eyes shut again, longing for his true self and his mother's comforting presence.
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: A long and thorough and detailed story taking place in the year 2020 starring 7 year old Ben with a description of what he's wearing and his race being white and have him be shopping with his mom in the middle of a zombie pandemic. Include his mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color, and her shoe size mentioned. Have Ben make a comment about his mom's feet being small for a grown up and have it be in quoted text asking if his feet were gonna be that tiny when he grew up in an innocent voice and spell words wrong showing what he wanted to say versus what he said in his little kid voice. Have his mom laugh and say no and have it be in quoted text saying since he's a boy and not a girl his feet should grow very big and have her guess what size his feet will be when he's older. Have them be wearily grabbing food and supplies putting it in the cart when zombies started pouring in to the grocery store. Have his mom start running with him following close behind. Have 6 Korean women appear wearing blouses and skirts with detailed descriptions of the colors and types of blouses and skirts and have all be wearing platform sandals and platform shoes with detailed descriptions of the colors of the platform sandals and platform shoes and have all of them have painted nails and include the colors and have some of them be wearing wedding rings with descriptions of the wedding rings. Include all 6 Korean women's names, ages all being older than his mom, heights all being shorter than his mom, weights, birthdays, birth years all being older than his mom with one of the 6 women being much older than the other 4 women and three of the women being related to each other and how, hair colors and styles all being short Korean styles and where they were from in the US or if they were from South Korea and their shoe sizes. Have one of the women notice the boy saying something to him in Korean and reaching out to grab him and have him try to avoid her still being grabbed by the woman getting dizzy and have his vision go black. Reveal which woman grabbed him and include her information a second time including her name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and where she was from and her shoe size being much smaller than his moms and mention her blouse type and color being the same as it was earlier and her skirt type and color being the same as it was earlier and her platform sandals color and type being the same as it was earlier and the color of her nail polish being the same as it was earlier.. Have all of the women be salon stylists and include them all being salon stylists in the story and how long each of them had been one for. Have him open his eyes realizing he's taller and feels different looking down and noticing the blouse and knee length skirt he was now wearing being the same consistent color they were earlier in the story and his different skin tone and the platform sandals being the same they were earlier in the story and the polished nails being the same color they were earlier in the story and have him look for his mommy worriedly realizing she's now gone. Have him yell for mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote the way he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him try to run stumbling over the platform sandals he was now wearing and have the woman's outfit be very uncomfortable and have him trip over something hearing his female voice and have him gag at how girly it all was and have him squeeze his eyes shut. Have him do everything to pace himself trying to run away from the zombies and and have the platform sandals be hard to run in and have him consistently trip over the platform sandals eventually getting far enough away from the zombies. Have him innocently study his new reflection tracing his almond shaped eyes with his new hands and have him try to change his eyes back to the normal wide eyes noticing they look nothing like his mother's but give up on trying being specific as to what he did. Have him say i want to go home i want mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English and saying some words wrong and show the quoted text how he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him start crying at the sound of his voice. Have him play with his short female hair and what he did with it noticing his polished nails on his female hands as he played with it but being unable to change it back to his boyish hair. Have him try to remove the blouse and skirt in different ways being unsuccessful and including each of the ways in the story with a detailed description. Have him try to remove the platform sandals being unable to trying in 5 different ways and including each of the 5 ways in the story but the platform sandals aren't glued to her feet they just won't come off. Have him notice his female feet actually look smaller than his mom's feet and have him say something and have it be in quoted text in very broken English about how he's gonna have girl feet and talk like the funny lady he now is for the rest of his life and show the quote he wanted to say it versus how he said it in very broken English. Have him move one of his female feet losing balance and tripping causing himself to fly up to his two feet stumbling unwillingly walking in a feminine fast speedwalk with a description of how the Korean woman's body moved as he unintentionally walked in the platform sandals with them thumping against the ground. Have him try to remove the first piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why he couldn't. Have him try to remove the second piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the third piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fourth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fifth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the sixth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to say I'm scared and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote how he wanted to say it versus how he said it and have him squeeze his eyes shut in fear. Have the woman's 5 other friends find her and grab her by the hands guiding her somewhere. Have one of the other woman criticize her for wandering off and mentioning how many years she had been a salon hair stylist and have it be in quoted text in Korean calling the boy by their friend's name who had grabbed him earlier and who he was in the body of. Have another one of the other women criticize her reminding her her age and of her family she had and have it be in quoted text in Korean mentioning how old she is and her family members by name and who they were to her specifically calling the boy by their friend's name who had grabbed him earlier and who he was in the body of. Have the boy in the woman's body hear the Korean women speaking to him thinking he's their friend unable to understand it at all. Have him struggle to run out in the platform sandals as the women drag him and have him make it out to the parking lot and have the parking lot be empty. Have him be terrified squeezing his eyes shut again.
Response: Title: Zombie Pandemic: Ben's Unexpected Journey It was the year 2020, the clouds hung low in the sky, casting a somber mood over the bustling yet chaotic city. A seven-year-old boy named Ben stood beside his mother in the cereal aisle of a nearly deserted grocery store. Ben was small for his age, with freckles dusting his pale skin and light brown hair cut in an uneven bowl shape. He wore a bright blue dinosaur shirt and patched-up jeans, his white sneakers scuffed from endless adventures in their small backyard. Ben's mother, Lauren, was a 32-year-old woman standing at 5'6" and weighing 140 pounds. Born on April 12, 1988, Lauren had light brown hair tied back in a ponytail and piercing green eyes that had seen too much in the past year. Her shoe size was a modest 6.5. As they wearily grabbed food and supplies, shoving them into their cart, Ben tugged at his mom's sleeve and asked innocently, "Mommy, whyz yer feet so teeeny for a gwown up? Will mah feet be that tinny when ah gwow up?" Lauren laughed softly, the sound a brief respite in their tense surroundings. "No, Ben. Since you’re a boy and not a girl, your feet should grow very big. I bet when you're older, you'll have size 10 feet!" Ben grinned at the thought of having big feet. They were cautiously making their way to the checkout when suddenly, zombies began pouring into the store. Lauren grabbed Ben’s hand, and they started running. "Hold on tight, Ben!" she shouted, her heart racing. As they sprinted, they ran into a group of six Korean women blocking one of the aisles. The women were dressed in elegant blouses and skirts, each woman’s attire distinct yet complementary. Ji-yeon, who was 45 years old, had a seafoam green blouse and a cream skirt paired with black platform sandals. Her short brown hair was styled in immaculate waves, and her nails were painted a bold red. Next to her was Min-Seo, aged 38, who wore a sky-blue blouse tucked into a floral skirt. Her white platform shoes sparkled under the harsh store lights, matching perfectly with her casual bob haircut and pale pink nails. She was a talented salon stylist from Los Angeles and had been in the profession for 14 years. The third woman, Jin-hee, was 54 and visibly older than the rest. She wore a vibrant yellow blouse and a brown skirt, her platform sandals of the same brown shade accentuating her graceful appearance. Her nails were painted a soft lavender, and her white hair was cut in a pixie style that framed her aged yet wise face elegantly. The three other women were related: sisters Hye-jin, Soo-yun, and Mi-ran. Hye-jin, the eldest at 43, had a pink blouse and gray skirt, with pink platform sandals to match. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed black with specks of gray, and her nails were painted a bright crimson. Soo-yun, aged 41, wore a white blouse with a navy blue skirt, and navy platform slides. Her cropped hair was dark and shiny, her nails painted in a soft blue. Mi-ran, the youngest at 37, donned a lavender blouse with a white skirt, and white platform shoes. Her short, sleek hair framed her face beautifully, and her nails were painted bright pink. As the group of women hurried to assist other shoppers, Ji-yeon, the oldest, noticed little Ben. She said something in Korean and reached out to grab him. Instinctively, Ben tried to avoid her but was still grabbed by her firm yet gentle hold. The world spun around him, his vision blurred, and everything went black. When Ben reopened his eyes, he felt... different. Taller. He glanced down in horror, his small hands now replaced with slender, manicured fingers. The blouse and skirt he wore were the same as Ji-yeon’s earlier, and his skin had taken on her olive tone. "Mommy!" he cried out involuntarily, his voice now a higher-pitched and unfamiliar female voice. "Wh-wher are yoo, Mommy?" His words came out in broken English. He tried to run but stumbled over the platform sandals he was now wearing, the discomfort and unfamiliarity causing his steps to falter. As he tripped over a fallen can, he gagged at the exaggerated femininity of his new form. "I wanna go home, I wan you, Mommy," he sobbed, helplessly playing with his new short hair. He tried to remove the blouse and skirt by pulling and tearing at them, but they wouldn’t budge. He then tried to unbuckle the platform sandals, pulling at the straps, yanking them in frustration, but nothing worked. Glancing down at his new smaller feet, he whimpered, "I ghonna have girl feets an talk like funny lady forevr." Disoriented, Ben moved one of his new feet awkwardly, leading to him tripping again and tumbling to the ground. As he struggled to get up, he found himself being unwittingly dragged into a fast, feminine stride. He tried to pull off the pieces of Ji-yeon's jewelry. First, he attempted to remove the earrings, but they felt like they were a part of him, embedded in his new body in a way he couldn’t understand. Next, he tugged at the bracelet on his right wrist, yet it wouldn’t slide past his hand. He reached for the necklace, pulling at the clasp, but it remained firmly around his neck. The rings on his fingers were snug, refusing to slip off no matter how hard he tried. Lastly, the anklet around his right foot seemed fused to his skin, as if mocking his desperation. "I'm scared," he muttered under his breath, now speaking in broken English. "I scawed." Tears streamed down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut in terror and frustration. Suddenly, the five remaining Korean women appeared, and Mi-ran grabbed his hand, guiding him towards the exit. Hye-jin scolded, "Ji-yeon, you shouldn’t have wandered off! You’ve been a stylist for 20 years, you know better!" Soo-yun added, "Ji-yeon, remember, you’re 45 now. You have three children: Joon, Minho, and Hana. You have to be more careful." Ben, trapped in Ji-yeon’s body, struggled to understand their words, feeling their concern but unable to comprehend their language. They dragged him through the store and out to the empty parking lot. Terrified, he squeezed his eyes shut again, longing for his true self and his mother's comforting presence.
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