You took a deep breath and leaned back into your chair, the familiarity of your surroundings providing a sense of comfort. Your computer screen glowed with the brightness of another late-night gaming session. Leon S. Kennedy’s world of Resident Evil had never seemed closer. You had played through the games countless times, but this time – this time felt different.
A whisper echoed in the quiet room, soft and almost indistinguishable. At first, you shook your head, convinced it was your imagination. But it grew louder, more insistent. "You were never a mundane person. You were always Leon S. Kennedy."
You shuddered as pain lanced through your body. Instinctively, your hands clutched at your head, but even that felt foreign. The room swirled around you, colors and shapes bleeding into one another. You tried to scream, but your voice caught in your throat, a strangled gasp escaping.
Your body convulsed, the texture of your skin bubbling and reshaping itself. You felt your hips narrow and your shoulders broaden, all the while your height increasing until it reached five feet ten inches. If you had breasts, they flattened, dissolving into the contours of firm pectoral muscles. Your internal organs shifted—a sensation too alien and unsettling to describe. Your fingers gripped the fabric of your clothes only to feel it morph between your hands into the R.P.D. uniform, complete with bulletproof vest and ammunition.
"This can't be real," you thought, but the whisper said, "It is real."
A flood of new memories surged into your mind, sweeping away everything that you were. You grasped at the disappeared strands of your old life, desperately trying to cling to them, but they slipped through your mental fingers like sand. Faces of friends and family became indistinct, replaced by scenes of a life full of danger and heroism.
**"Hey, over here!”** a memory surfaced. Claire Redfield. You were fighting beside her in Raccoon City. Another memory followed quickly. **"I'm with the government,”** you said, your younger voice layered with steely resolve.
"No, no...” You grappled with the onslaught, fighting to remember who you were. The whisper grew louder, more powerful. "It's always been you, Leon. Accept it."
Your thoughts grew muddled, and soon fragmented. **"Agent Kennedy. Good work,"** you recalled a gruff voice congratulating you. Adam Benford, your mentor. His teachings carved a new path in your psyche, and a sense of duty and justice filled your being.
Suddenly, you were clear-headed. You had always been Leon Scott Kennedy, a special agent tasked with protecting the President and combating bioterrorism. Your past mundane life faded like a dream in the face of your responsibilities and memories within the D.S.O.
**Reality around you shifted.** The walls of your room blurred and twisted, transforming into the cold, gray interior of a safe house. Your trusty pump-action shotgun rested against the wall, and files full of crucial intel on the latest bioweapon threats lay scattered on your desk.
You ran a hand through your short, dark brown hair. The familiarity of your own touch brought a strange comfort. "Was I just dreaming?” you pondered aloud. The concept, although slightly unnerving, seemed logical.
**“Leon, are you ready?”** a voice called out from the adjacent room. You recognized it immediately: Ingrid Hunnigan, another dependable ally in your convoluted life. Her urgency reminded you of unfinished business.
"Yeah, I'm on my way," you called back, your voice now deep, commanding.
**Hunnigan appeared, her stoic gaze softening when she saw you. “We have a new lead. You need to suit up and prepare for briefing.”**
"Got it," you replied, already slipping into your mission mindset. It was second nature to you now—the procedural focus, the calm composure, the cocky confidence.
Walking past a mirror, your reflection showed Leon S. Kennedy staring back—muscular, determined, ready for duty. This was who you were, who you had always been. Any memory or sense of another life swirled away into the depths of your subconscious, utterly forgotten.
You took up your gear, strapping the pistol holster securely to your thigh and checking your equipment one last time. Every move felt instinctual. The world of Resident Evil wasn’t just a game anymore—it was your reality, your mission, your life.
Stepping out of the safe house, the chaos and cold thrill of the Resident Evil universe awaited. Your mind, personality, and memories were completely interwoven with Leon Kennedy's. The whisper had faded, leaving behind a resonant truth.
You were Leon S. Kennedy, and nothing before this moment mattered.
This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-2 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader turning into Leon Scott Kennedy, more commonly known as Leon S. Kennedy (from the Resident Evil series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts flatten to nonexistence as her body becomes less curvy and more masculine while her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) invert itself before pushing out into testicles and a penis; however, this is only optional and this is only if the reader is a female), voice change, instant clothes change, age change (becoming 15 years old rather than being older or younger), height change (178 centimeters (5 feet 10 inches) tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Resident Evil), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Leon Kennedy's personality and memories, as the voice tells the changing reader that he was never a mundane person, since he was daydreaming all this time, and that he has always been Leon S. Kennedy, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off his new memories/personality, making him fully believe in the voice in his head and know that he had always been a federal agent by the Division of Security Operations or D.S.O. (a counter-terrorism agency under direct Presidential command), causing him to completely forget his previous self, since that was only a dream and not real, and remembers that he has always been Leon S. Kennedy, which is his true self and true life unlike his previous mundane self, which was only a dream and not real, compared to the reader's true self as Leon S. Kennedy). For Leon S. Kennedy's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a Caucasian/American 21 year old man who is 178 centimeters (5 ft 10 inches) tall and weighs 70.2 kilograms (155 lbs). He has short dsrk brown hair, with fringes on each side and blue eyes. He wears a long-sleeved grey undershirt below the uniform's short-sleeved coat, complemented by a pair of elbow guards and thick leather gloves. Above the coat is a bulletproof vest, emblazoned with the initials of the Raccoon City Police Department (R.P.D.). He also has a pair of navy pants that matches the shade of his coat. Two shin guards are wrapped around his legs, followed by black leather boots on his feet. A utility belt is fastened around his waist and a pistol holster is located around his right leg, containing a pump-action shotgun. For Leon S. Pennedy's personality, he was initially apparently a somewhat naive rookie police officer, with a strong sense of justice and duty. As his actions during the Raccoon City incident were curiously discovered, Leon was recruited and later became a Special Expert Agent due to the training he acquired under the hands of the US government. He is able to maintain his composure in most circumstances, making him more confident yet arrogant and cocky at times, Leon is very compassionate and objective. Leon's friendly nature makes him quick to make friends. He immediately struck up a friendship with Claire Redfield in Raccoon, despite what happened. Leon also respects Jack Krauser, both as a soldier and a friend (or in remake's case, mentor), prior to his betrayal. Leon was very quick to make friends with Luis Sera and Mike, then becomes deeply saddened by their deaths. Also despite the fact that Helena Harper has told him that she is the culprit of the President's death, they quickly grow in confidence to the point of caring enormously for the welfare of each other. At the same time, Leon is very quick to stand up to people who endanger others. He is also quick to deduce riddles that are presented to him. Leon has shown that he flirts with some of the women he meets, including Ingrid Hunnigan, who jokingly rejected his words on his mission to Spain saying that she is still "at work." They seem to be attracted to each other with Angela Miller. When Haley Peters almost fell next to a collapsed stairs in the presidential palace, Leon grabs her breasts by accident, she jokingly asked if he liked them and he replied "It's not a crime is it?" Also in the Tall Oaks incident, Leon holds Helena's arm when they fall into the sewers and stare into each other's eyes, but she looks away and tells him that she's fine. Later, he tells her that one of the reasons why he hadn't turned her over to the law was because "he had begun to like her", with the looks that each one gives each other could indicate some emotional affection between them. Leon's relationship with Ada is very complicated, even though there is some kind of bond between the two and they both help each other every time the other needs it, Ada has no problem using Leon to achieve her own goals, however, Leon does not hold this against her. He mentions that Ada will always be "a part of him that he can't let go". Since the beginning of the incident in Raccoon City, Leon goes out of his way to try to protect Ada and repeatedly asking her if she's alright, to the point that Claire comes to suspect some sort of crush or simply that Leon is trying to impress Ada. Leon showed that he would give up his life to protect her, as when he hugs her to save her from the projectiles fired by Simmons's mutation, receiving them in the back. It seems that Leon cares deeply about the people he rescues. He does his best to protect all of them despite not knowing them. He became Sherry Birkin's temporary guardian before being taken into the custody of the US government. During Operation Javier Leon he had a similar relationship with Manuela Hidalgo, doing everything possible to try to protect her. During his mission to save Ashley Graham, Leon took great personal risks multiple times to ensure her safety. Leon has shown that he comes and goes from being cold and focused to passionate in his missions. During the beginning of the incident in El Pueblo, Leon is dismissive of his police escorts for the most part and shows little consideration for anything except finding Ashley, however when the two officers' car falls down a ravine near Leaving the village, Leon says "No ...", then goes on saying "I hope the two officers are okay." when he investigates the scene of the incident, as well as when he finds one of the corpses and investigates it, he says that he should have gone with him. In the Harvardville incident, he acts in the same way, his main concern being the mission he was given. In the incident at Tall Oaks when his partner, Agent Helena Harper is attacked by the zombified President, Leon helps her, but scolds when she says she still can't believe what's going on, saying, "Well get used to that. They're them or us ... and they don't doubt it. ", although most likely he said this to keep Helena focused on what is happening and not let the crisis get in the way of her survival. However, Leon also has a selective form of emotional attachment to the people he meets on these missions. During his mission in Spain, Leon becomes a little attached to Luis Sera and the helicopter pilot Mike, possibly because they were one of the few healthy people he could trust in his mission, to the point of greatly regretting their deaths. While at Harvardville, he acts flirtatiously towards Angela Miller, creating some tension. Leon dares to shoot the US President and long time friend Adam Benford after he transforms into a zombie, and he only does so when Benford attacks Helena. This is no doubt because Benford has had a substantial impact on Leon, being the one that brought him to the DSO to begin with. It is evident that they were close friends, with Benford telling Leon that he values their friendship, a few days before giving the speech. Seeing the evidence in the helicopter to get out of Lanshiang, Helena tells him she will prove her innocence, to which Leon responds by looking at her "Our innocence". Minutes later when they start to take off, Helena looks at Leon with a smile and he smiles back. Leon cares about normal people and is willing to help even when in danger. After shooting the president, Leon and Helena find a man searching for his missing daughter. He asks Leon to help him find his daughter, and he agrees with no doubt, even after Helena tells Leon that there is not enough time, to which Leon quickly replies that they will find the time to search for her. When Leon and Helena desperately see two people holding "help" signs somewhere at Ivy University via security cameras, Leon quickly tells Helena to go with him to rescue the innocent, however Helena tells him that It's too late, Leon looks at the camera to see the two people killed by the zombies, though he looks away in frustration and pain. Also, during his fight with Chris, he tells Leon that he lost all his men because of the mysterious woman, however an angry Leon tells Chris that he lost more than 70,000 people, showing that he cares more for all the citizens who have lost their lives in Tall Oaks. If his opening narration in remake version of Resident Evil 4 is to be believed, Leon's admirable traits being stemmed from desire to help people who trapped in situations not unlike his during Raccoon City Incident seriously. The ordeal became his drive to soldier on over the course of his training and early missions as U.S. Government agent seriously despite their apparent risks. Contrary to Dylan Blake's accusation on him in Death Island, he is also not always agree with his superiors' approach in dealing bioweapon threats, notably taking matters regarding East Slavic Civil War in his own hands against their lack of faith knowing better dangers Plaga Type 4 pose to everyone involved in such conflict. 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 took a deep breath and leaned back into your chair, the familiarity of your surroundings providing a sense of comfort. Your computer screen glowed with the brightness of another late-night gaming session. Leon S. Kennedy’s world of Resident Evil had never seemed closer. You had played through the games countless times, but this time – this time felt different. A whisper echoed in the quiet room, soft and almost indistinguishable. At first, you shook your head, convinced it was your imagination. But it grew louder, more insistent. "You were never a mundane person. You were always Leon S. Kennedy." You shuddered as pain lanced through your body. Instinctively, your hands clutched at your head, but even that felt foreign. The room swirled around you, colors and shapes bleeding into one another. You tried to scream, but your voice caught in your throat, a strangled gasp escaping. Your body convulsed, the texture of your skin bubbling and reshaping itself. You felt your hips narrow and your shoulders broaden, all the while your height increasing until it reached five feet ten inches. If you had breasts, they flattened, dissolving into the contours of firm pectoral muscles. Your internal organs shifted—a sensation too alien and unsettling to describe. Your fingers gripped the fabric of your clothes only to feel it morph between your hands into the R.P.D. uniform, complete with bulletproof vest and ammunition. "This can't be real," you thought, but the whisper said, "It is real." A flood of new memories surged into your mind, sweeping away everything that you were. You grasped at the disappeared strands of your old life, desperately trying to cling to them, but they slipped through your mental fingers like sand. Faces of friends and family became indistinct, replaced by scenes of a life full of danger and heroism. **"Hey, over here!”** a memory surfaced. Claire Redfield. You were fighting beside her in Raccoon City. Another memory followed quickly. **"I'm with the government,”** you said, your younger voice layered with steely resolve. "No, no...” You grappled with the onslaught, fighting to remember who you were. The whisper grew louder, more powerful. "It's always been you, Leon. Accept it." Your thoughts grew muddled, and soon fragmented. **"Agent Kennedy. Good work,"** you recalled a gruff voice congratulating you. Adam Benford, your mentor. His teachings carved a new path in your psyche, and a sense of duty and justice filled your being. Suddenly, you were clear-headed. You had always been Leon Scott Kennedy, a special agent tasked with protecting the President and combating bioterrorism. Your past mundane life faded like a dream in the face of your responsibilities and memories within the D.S.O. **Reality around you shifted.** The walls of your room blurred and twisted, transforming into the cold, gray interior of a safe house. Your trusty pump-action shotgun rested against the wall, and files full of crucial intel on the latest bioweapon threats lay scattered on your desk. You ran a hand through your short, dark brown hair. The familiarity of your own touch brought a strange comfort. "Was I just dreaming?” you pondered aloud. The concept, although slightly unnerving, seemed logical. **“Leon, are you ready?”** a voice called out from the adjacent room. You recognized it immediately: Ingrid Hunnigan, another dependable ally in your convoluted life. Her urgency reminded you of unfinished business. "Yeah, I'm on my way," you called back, your voice now deep, commanding. **Hunnigan appeared, her stoic gaze softening when she saw you. “We have a new lead. You need to suit up and prepare for briefing.”** "Got it," you replied, already slipping into your mission mindset. It was second nature to you now—the procedural focus, the calm composure, the cocky confidence. Walking past a mirror, your reflection showed Leon S. Kennedy staring back—muscular, determined, ready for duty. This was who you were, who you had always been. Any memory or sense of another life swirled away into the depths of your subconscious, utterly forgotten. You took up your gear, strapping the pistol holster securely to your thigh and checking your equipment one last time. Every move felt instinctual. The world of Resident Evil wasn’t just a game anymore—it was your reality, your mission, your life. Stepping out of the safe house, the chaos and cold thrill of the Resident Evil universe awaited. Your mind, personality, and memories were completely interwoven with Leon Kennedy's. The whisper had faded, leaving behind a resonant truth. You were Leon S. Kennedy, and nothing before this moment mattered.
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