Shifting Reality: Ian to Ivy
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Title: Shifting Reality: Ian to Ivy
Ian was a typical college athlete - all broad shoulders and hemp necklaces, projecting an impossible aura of untouchable masculinity and confidence, football in hand and swagger in stride. Until one ordinary day, everything suddenly wasn't so ordinary.
In the cold marbled floor of his dorm room, things began to change. His sleek blue-toned room, a humble shrine for trophies and medals, twisted and morphed, took on a softer hue. Ivy green patterns bloomed over the comforter, cosmetic products claimed the bathroom counter, and the reflection in the glass displayed a room more fit for a young woman.
His sweatpants, softly clinging to his robust bottom, trembled. He gaped as the material started to tauten, hugging his body more conspicuously as the masculine fleecy matter remolded into underworldly stretchy nylon-spandex. Try as he might to pull them, to rearrange the quietly imposing change that his apparel was undergoing, his now slender fingers seemed unable to sway the events, to counteract the metamorphosis.
Simultaneously, his plain cotton boxer briefs had tightened, becoming subtly softer. Silk, he deduced, running his fingers over the newly formed lingerie. His once relaxed shirt began to constrict, wrapping firmly around his chest giving him a femininely slim silhouette. His body followed suit, the once boyish flatness of his chest filling out into a woman's pair. A jolt of unfamiliarity shot through him as he felt his former male anatomy dissolve into the soft folds of a woman.
He tried to resist, to reverse the process - but there was nothing to physically fight. In an act of desperation, he reached for the mirror, tried to pronounce his name, "Ian," but it got caught in his throat. All that tumbled out was, "Ivy." His mind echoed: She. Her. It was no accident, he tried again. But every attempt to reaffirm his unchanged identity was skewed into a female name, a female pronoun. Ivy.
Try as he might, he could no longer think of himself as a male. No longer could he appreciate the aesthetic appeal of female companions, instead, a latent surge of attraction for men bubbled up. Dismayed but unable to resist, Ivy realized the shift was not just physical. Her mind, her preferences, everything was switching lanes, forcing her into a new perspective.
She tried to approach her friends, to tell them about the extraordinary shift but all words that came out shaped a reality where everyone but Ivy had always known her as a woman. The reality now had no room for 'Ian', just the history Ivy, and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.
This story was generated by user Porpo8934 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALLĀ·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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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 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 pants. Along with her boxers becoming panties and her shirt becomes more femmine. his body then starts to shift with him 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 now only able to use the female name. 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: Title: Shifting Reality: Ian to Ivy Ian was a typical college athlete - all broad shoulders and hemp necklaces, projecting an impossible aura of untouchable masculinity and confidence, football in hand and swagger in stride. Until one ordinary day, everything suddenly wasn't so ordinary. In the cold marbled floor of his dorm room, things began to change. His sleek blue-toned room, a humble shrine for trophies and medals, twisted and morphed, took on a softer hue. Ivy green patterns bloomed over the comforter, cosmetic products claimed the bathroom counter, and the reflection in the glass displayed a room more fit for a young woman. His sweatpants, softly clinging to his robust bottom, trembled. He gaped as the material started to tauten, hugging his body more conspicuously as the masculine fleecy matter remolded into underworldly stretchy nylon-spandex. Try as he might to pull them, to rearrange the quietly imposing change that his apparel was undergoing, his now slender fingers seemed unable to sway the events, to counteract the metamorphosis. Simultaneously, his plain cotton boxer briefs had tightened, becoming subtly softer. Silk, he deduced, running his fingers over the newly formed lingerie. His once relaxed shirt began to constrict, wrapping firmly around his chest giving him a femininely slim silhouette. His body followed suit, the once boyish flatness of his chest filling out into a woman's pair. A jolt of unfamiliarity shot through him as he felt his former male anatomy dissolve into the soft folds of a woman. He tried to resist, to reverse the process - but there was nothing to physically fight. In an act of desperation, he reached for the mirror, tried to pronounce his name, "Ian," but it got caught in his throat. All that tumbled out was, "Ivy." His mind echoed: She. Her. It was no accident, he tried again. But every attempt to reaffirm his unchanged identity was skewed into a female name, a female pronoun. Ivy. Try as he might, he could no longer think of himself as a male. No longer could he appreciate the aesthetic appeal of female companions, instead, a latent surge of attraction for men bubbled up. Dismayed but unable to resist, Ivy realized the shift was not just physical. Her mind, her preferences, everything was switching lanes, forcing her into a new perspective. She tried to approach her friends, to tell them about the extraordinary shift but all words that came out shaped a reality where everyone but Ivy had always known her as a woman. The reality now had no room for 'Ian', just the history Ivy, and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.
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