"Metamorphosis: The Transformation of Ethan into Eve"
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As the days blurred into one another, Ethan, the unassuming college student, woke up one unusual morning to find a head full of hair spilling over his broad shoulders. His fingers tangled themselves in the myriad strands. His once square jawline was now a softer, more feminine curve that defined the contour of his face. He reached for his glasses on the nightstand and felt the weight of artificial eyelashes gently flirting with the lenses.
"No, this can't be," he stuttered, his deep voice turning into a higher pitch as he spoke. In a senseless panic, he dashed to his closet, throwing open the doors to find rows of skirts, blouses, and an unsettling amount of heels where his collection of practical shoes once were. The unmistakably feminine scent of vanilla and floral perfume wafted into his nostrils. His sweatpants, his favorite piece of clothing, transformed into stretchy leggings that hugged his now slender frame. He tried to resist, pulling at the material as it smoothly transitioned from fleece to a glossy mix of nylon and spandex.
Ethan moved to the mirror mounted on his bedroom wall, a feeling of dread coiling in his stomach. His reflection stared back at him, a stranger in his own body. His solid chest now curved into dainty breasts, held up by a lacy bra materializing out of nowhere. The sweatpants were now skin-tight leggings that accentuated his femininely-rounded hips and thighs, the extra space, once designed to accommodate male parts, disappeared as it had never been there in the first place. His boxers now a lacy pair of panties, his shirt taking a much more fitted and feminine shape, hugging his newly formed curves.
He crumpled to the floor, the realization hitting him like a sharp slap across the face. Ethan scrambled in desperation to his mouth, trying to speak, only for a voice to come out was that of a girl's, delicate yet clear. His name, once heavily fortified in his mind, had shifted, wiped clean like it never existed. In its place, 'Eve' echoed. The masculine pronouns he knew so well, replaced by their feminine counterparts.
As he tried to tell others of the extraordinary happening, he realized he couldn't. No matter how hard he strained, the words failed to materialize with every attempt. His orientation had twisted in knots until he found his heart fluttering around boys, a confusing and startling realization that filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread. It was a whole new world that she was thrust into against her will, one that was radically different from what she used to know.
Embodying this new entity, Eve now tried to navigate life as if nothing had happened. The rules were tougher, the boundaries even more. However, Eve held onto the truth; she was once a man. It was not just a stumble in her mind but a part of her very existence. The world may have forgotten him, but she would remember. It was the only link between Ethan and Eve.
This story was generated by user troup3940111 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: college student male to female transformation. reality alters so everyone besides the former Boy always though he was a girl. forced to watch as his dorm room becomes more feminine. his clothes also alter becoming more feminine. his glasses take on a feminine look, his sweatpants she had changed becoming form fitting leggings that hugged her body and she watches as material slowly starts changing intro a mix of nylon and spandex. she tries to stop her sweatpants turning into leggings, she pulls on them but can only watch as the material in her now slender fingers warps from a soft fleece to a stretchy black fabric. it is so tight that he is not able to fit his hands inside the leggings and the crotch space meant for male genitals shrinks until it disappears for her new female genitals do not require such a space the leggings now being skin tight to her body. she also forms a bra to hold her breasts Along with her boxers becoming panties and her shirt becomes more femmine. his body then starts to shift with now long hair and now growing breasts and his penis inverting into a vagina. tries to resist this but can not. in his mind he feels as his pronouns slowly shift from male to female with her now being unable to say her old name or call herself a man with memories of her boy name being erased now only able to use the female name but still remembers she used to be a man. She also releases that her sexual orientation has swapped now she only is attracted to boys. she tries to tell others of her past but is unable to..
Response: As the days blurred into one another, Ethan, the unassuming college student, woke up one unusual morning to find a head full of hair spilling over his broad shoulders. His fingers tangled themselves in the myriad strands. His once square jawline was now a softer, more feminine curve that defined the contour of his face. He reached for his glasses on the nightstand and felt the weight of artificial eyelashes gently flirting with the lenses. "No, this can't be," he stuttered, his deep voice turning into a higher pitch as he spoke. In a senseless panic, he dashed to his closet, throwing open the doors to find rows of skirts, blouses, and an unsettling amount of heels where his collection of practical shoes once were. The unmistakably feminine scent of vanilla and floral perfume wafted into his nostrils. His sweatpants, his favorite piece of clothing, transformed into stretchy leggings that hugged his now slender frame. He tried to resist, pulling at the material as it smoothly transitioned from fleece to a glossy mix of nylon and spandex. Ethan moved to the mirror mounted on his bedroom wall, a feeling of dread coiling in his stomach. His reflection stared back at him, a stranger in his own body. His solid chest now curved into dainty breasts, held up by a lacy bra materializing out of nowhere. The sweatpants were now skin-tight leggings that accentuated his femininely-rounded hips and thighs, the extra space, once designed to accommodate male parts, disappeared as it had never been there in the first place. His boxers now a lacy pair of panties, his shirt taking a much more fitted and feminine shape, hugging his newly formed curves. He crumpled to the floor, the realization hitting him like a sharp slap across the face. Ethan scrambled in desperation to his mouth, trying to speak, only for a voice to come out was that of a girl's, delicate yet clear. His name, once heavily fortified in his mind, had shifted, wiped clean like it never existed. In its place, 'Eve' echoed. The masculine pronouns he knew so well, replaced by their feminine counterparts. As he tried to tell others of the extraordinary happening, he realized he couldn't. No matter how hard he strained, the words failed to materialize with every attempt. His orientation had twisted in knots until he found his heart fluttering around boys, a confusing and startling realization that filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread. It was a whole new world that she was thrust into against her will, one that was radically different from what she used to know. Embodying this new entity, Eve now tried to navigate life as if nothing had happened. The rules were tougher, the boundaries even more. However, Eve held onto the truth; she was once a man. It was not just a stumble in her mind but a part of her very existence. The world may have forgotten him, but she would remember. It was the only link between Ethan and Eve.
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