"Forgotten Dream: Transforming into Kari Kamiya"
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You spot something odd on your messy desk: a silver digital camera with a canary-yellow cord. You don’t own a camera like this—it looks just like Kari’s from Digimon, a memory that flashes past your mind with a twinge of nostalgia. Its weight feels strange in your palm, cool and comforting. Curiosity wins over caution as you slide the loop over your head, letting the device rest against your chest.
A pulse quivers through your skin. The camera’s surface glows, then erupts into a blinding, golden-white light. You wince but can’t tear yourself away; the light pours into your head, your chest, your bones. The world falls away.
A sharp tingling ripples over your body. You glance down in horror and amazement as your hands shrink—dissolving knuckle hair, nails softening, skin smoothing to an almost cartoon gleam. You clench your hands and feel the distinct, feather-light touch of the pink opera gloves now clinging to your arms. Your forearms seize with an odd, pleasurable squeeze as the gloves finish their ascent.
You try to stand but your balance falters. Your body collapses a foot, then another, shrinking with every breathtaking second. Your limbs compress, muscles softening, fat redistributing as your legs slim and shift. There’s a pinching around your waist—your jeans balloon outward, invisible hands drawing them up into bright yellow shorts fastened snug with a brown belt. Socks and boots replace your shoes, and your toes tingle as they settle into their new confines, girl-sized and neat.
A pressure wraps around your chest and throat. The Adam’s apple you never noticed before melts away, your voice, if you tried to scream, would only come out soft and musical. Twin buds swell into your chest, ballooning into unmistakable, girlish curves below your loose pink-and-white turtleneck. There’s a tight, wriggling ache at your groin—then a reversal, a weirdly pleasant twist, as something draws inward, shifting everything you knew about your body’s shape. Familiarity vanishes, replaced by something utterly and inescapably different.
You stagger to a nearby mirror in your bedroom, catching sight of the stranger looking back: short, bobbed brown hair falling into anime-perfect arcs about your face, a delicate clip pinning it on one side. Big brown eyes, unnaturally wide and sparkling with childish innocence and curiosity, blink back at you. A digital camera bounces against your torso, right above a scrawny, breast-topped chest swaddled in that unmistakable turtleneck. Your reflection’s lips part in a gasp—a voice so sweet and high floats to your ears.
"Is…is this me?" you stammer, the unfamiliar timbre tickling your tongue. You run trembling fingers down your sides, noticing the curves, the flat chest now giving way to small but distinct breasts, the complete lack of your former boyhood.
A confusion, clawing and desperate, rises in your chest. "I… I can’t be a girl! My name’s—" you start, but your thoughts fog up. What was your name again? You think harder. A tickling sensation in your mind, like gentle strings wrapped in golden light, guides you.
No…that’s not right. That’s not who you are.
A whisper purrs in your thoughts, both gentle and commanding: **Kari.** That’s your name. Kari Kamiya.
“No—wait. I… I have a family, I think, I…” You clutch your camera, shaking your head, willing the rushing tide of new thoughts to stop. But the more you struggle, the more these luminous memories blossom. Flickers of bicycle rides with Tai, evenings giggling with Yolei, a shining Digivice grasped in your child-sized hand—these memories feel real, far more solid than your other, gray, fading recollections of some mundane, grown-up life.
You feel a cold stab of panic, try to call for your mom, your brother, your real— no, that’s not right. You hear the voices of your real family, your brother Tai laughing:
**"Come on, Kari! We’ll be late!"**
Your lips move on their own, unconsciously echoing: “Coming, big brother!”
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to say your old name out loud. Nothing comes out, your mouth shaped around an emptiness. The voice returns, crooning softly, **Kari**.
**Kari**, you repeat inwardly, and suddenly there’s warmth, comfort, light filling the spaces of your mind. "I… I’m Kari," you admit, even as the last fragments of boyhood scatter and vanish. It's so strange—why were you even fighting it? You're Kari, the sweet, cheerful Digidestined, Tai’s little sister, partner to Gatomon. Anything else, anything before, it feels like trying to remember a half-awake dream that already fades with the sunrise.
Everything around you turns brighter and sharper, cartoonish lines crawling over the room. Your cluttered apartment warps away, bright sunlight pouring through the window of a cozy suburban bedroom—yours, painted pastel pink and gold, cluttered with photos of friends, a glowing Digivice by your pillow. You stagger to your feet—a child’s slim feet, girl’s boots clicking softly—and spot Gatomon curled by the mirror, tail swishing.
“Kari, you okay?" she asks, voice full of feline concern.
You smile, feeling an unbreakable joy and contentment rise within. “Yeah, I’m okay, Gatomon! Just…a weird dream, I think. I dreamed I was…someone else. A boy!” You giggle, wrinkling your nose. “Ugh! That would be so strange! Why would I ever dream something so…weird? So gross! I’m glad I woke up.”
Gatomon pads up, tail ring glinting. “Well, you’re back now. Come on. Yolei’s waiting for us, and we can’t be late for school again!”
You nod, heart full. This is reality. You’re Kari Kamiya. You always have been, and you always will be—the bright, hopeful DigiDestined, beloved sister and friend. You wrap the camera tight in your fist, grinning wide as you run out to meet your true life, never once remembering the boy, the old life, the faded, unreal dream.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli7 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 second-person transformation story of a male human reader turning into Kari Kamiya (in her outfit from Digimon Adventure 02 anime) from the Digimon Adventure anime series, complete with gender change (turning the reader from male to female), instant clothes change, age change, height regression (shrinking to 4.6 feet tall), art style shift (the reader's body changing from a real life-styled body to an anime-styled body), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of the Digimon anime), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Kari's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off the mental changes, making the reader completely forget her previous mundane and male self (which she realized was only a strange dream since she knows that she was never a boy to begin with (it would be very weird and gross to be a boy)), and she remembers that she has always been a girl (her real gender) and herself being a DigiDestined, a partner to her Digimon Gatomon, and her name is Kari Kamiya (which is her real/true self)). For Kari's Digimon Adventure 02 appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is an 11 year old girl who has short, bob-styled brown hair and brown eyes. Kari in this Digimon Adventure season wears a hairclip that pulls left side of her hair. Her hair has also grown longer. She also wears a silver digital camera with a yellow cord. She wears a sleeveless white and pink turtleneck shirt, pink fingerless opera gloves with an oval cut from the top of the palms, yellow shorts with a brown belt, white socks, and pink and gray boots with black soles. For Kari's personality, she is the sweet, innocent and cheerful younger sibling of a Digidestined. She always looks for the best side of people without resorting to violence, but can be serious in drastic situations. Kari is also selfless, as she will always put the safety of others before her own and never wants to trouble others. Her relationship with Yolei allows Kari to be more expressive, true to her heart, and overcomes the power of darkness as her friends are always there for her. As a young child, she is prone to illness, but grows out of it. Kari is shown to have a unique connection to light and darkness, which seems to be related to her associated trait of her crest. She is empowered by the powers of light on one hand, but very susceptible to the powers of darkness on the other, leading her to be empowered by light and weakened by overwhelming darkness. Her stronger willpower after forming friendship with Yolei allows her to overcome this negative aspect. Kari is very close to Tai and hero-worships him for his kindness and strength well into adolescence. Tai and Kari used to share a room, but sometime between Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02, she has moved to another room. Dark Gennai noted that Kari's connection to Tai and her 'sensitive' nature made her easier to 'break', and the shock from Tai's apparent (fake) death caused her negative emotions to influence the creation of Ordinemon. The story would be that the reader has found a silver digital camera with a yellow cord (belonging to Kari) in or around his apartment room or suburban home, and as he wore it as a necklace, the blinding light engulfed him, causing the whole transformation to occur. After the physical transformation is complete, the reader checks her private parts and her chest, shocked to find that they had been replaced by their feminine counterparts (with her throat having no Adam's apple (thus making her voice feminine), her body having feminine curves, her chest now having breasts, and her male genitalia (penis and testicles) already painfully yet truly comfortably (even enjoyably) inverted into her female sex organs (vagina, ovaries, and uterus)), making her realize in shock and confusion that she was now a girl, and she even tells herself that she's a girl in both shock and confusion (the voice in her head then confirms "yes" and says that she had always been a girl). Following the physical changes (with the voice telling new truths to the reader), the reader tries her best on fighting off the new memories and personality (such as calling for her friends/family and/or shaking her head in a vain attempt to loose those new memories/personality), but to no avail (since the voice inside her head is helping the reader remember her true self as Kari, the reader tries to remember/say her old life and her old name but then the voice in her head interrupts by saying "Kari" to help her remember her true self (which her real/true self is Kari), and the reader then fully believes and trusts the voice in her head) as she begins to forget all about her truly mundane (and boyish) life and remember her new life as Kari (as the voice in her head fully intended). Near the end of the story (and long after the transformation ended), Kari would briefly thought of her previous life as a mundane person, but she soon forgets about it as she knows that she had never been a man and that she has always been Kari (meaning that her mundane life as a mundane man was all just a dream, not reality, since she has always been a girl (not a boy) and she had always been a DigiDestined girl; she knew that she was never a man, and a thought of being a man disgusts her (since she doesn't want to think about having a penis or testicles), she was confused on why she dreamt that, so she is glad that it was only a dream and not real), and Kari is content to know that her life as Kari is the only true/real life. 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 spot something odd on your messy desk: a silver digital camera with a canary-yellow cord. You don’t own a camera like this—it looks just like Kari’s from Digimon, a memory that flashes past your mind with a twinge of nostalgia. Its weight feels strange in your palm, cool and comforting. Curiosity wins over caution as you slide the loop over your head, letting the device rest against your chest. A pulse quivers through your skin. The camera’s surface glows, then erupts into a blinding, golden-white light. You wince but can’t tear yourself away; the light pours into your head, your chest, your bones. The world falls away. A sharp tingling ripples over your body. You glance down in horror and amazement as your hands shrink—dissolving knuckle hair, nails softening, skin smoothing to an almost cartoon gleam. You clench your hands and feel the distinct, feather-light touch of the pink opera gloves now clinging to your arms. Your forearms seize with an odd, pleasurable squeeze as the gloves finish their ascent. You try to stand but your balance falters. Your body collapses a foot, then another, shrinking with every breathtaking second. Your limbs compress, muscles softening, fat redistributing as your legs slim and shift. There’s a pinching around your waist—your jeans balloon outward, invisible hands drawing them up into bright yellow shorts fastened snug with a brown belt. Socks and boots replace your shoes, and your toes tingle as they settle into their new confines, girl-sized and neat. A pressure wraps around your chest and throat. The Adam’s apple you never noticed before melts away, your voice, if you tried to scream, would only come out soft and musical. Twin buds swell into your chest, ballooning into unmistakable, girlish curves below your loose pink-and-white turtleneck. There’s a tight, wriggling ache at your groin—then a reversal, a weirdly pleasant twist, as something draws inward, shifting everything you knew about your body’s shape. Familiarity vanishes, replaced by something utterly and inescapably different. You stagger to a nearby mirror in your bedroom, catching sight of the stranger looking back: short, bobbed brown hair falling into anime-perfect arcs about your face, a delicate clip pinning it on one side. Big brown eyes, unnaturally wide and sparkling with childish innocence and curiosity, blink back at you. A digital camera bounces against your torso, right above a scrawny, breast-topped chest swaddled in that unmistakable turtleneck. Your reflection’s lips part in a gasp—a voice so sweet and high floats to your ears. "Is…is this me?" you stammer, the unfamiliar timbre tickling your tongue. You run trembling fingers down your sides, noticing the curves, the flat chest now giving way to small but distinct breasts, the complete lack of your former boyhood. A confusion, clawing and desperate, rises in your chest. "I… I can’t be a girl! My name’s—" you start, but your thoughts fog up. What was your name again? You think harder. A tickling sensation in your mind, like gentle strings wrapped in golden light, guides you. No…that’s not right. That’s not who you are. A whisper purrs in your thoughts, both gentle and commanding: **Kari.** That’s your name. Kari Kamiya. “No—wait. I… I have a family, I think, I…” You clutch your camera, shaking your head, willing the rushing tide of new thoughts to stop. But the more you struggle, the more these luminous memories blossom. Flickers of bicycle rides with Tai, evenings giggling with Yolei, a shining Digivice grasped in your child-sized hand—these memories feel real, far more solid than your other, gray, fading recollections of some mundane, grown-up life. You feel a cold stab of panic, try to call for your mom, your brother, your real— no, that’s not right. You hear the voices of your real family, your brother Tai laughing: **"Come on, Kari! We’ll be late!"** Your lips move on their own, unconsciously echoing: “Coming, big brother!” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to say your old name out loud. Nothing comes out, your mouth shaped around an emptiness. The voice returns, crooning softly, **Kari**. **Kari**, you repeat inwardly, and suddenly there’s warmth, comfort, light filling the spaces of your mind. "I… I’m Kari," you admit, even as the last fragments of boyhood scatter and vanish. It's so strange—why were you even fighting it? You're Kari, the sweet, cheerful Digidestined, Tai’s little sister, partner to Gatomon. Anything else, anything before, it feels like trying to remember a half-awake dream that already fades with the sunrise. Everything around you turns brighter and sharper, cartoonish lines crawling over the room. Your cluttered apartment warps away, bright sunlight pouring through the window of a cozy suburban bedroom—yours, painted pastel pink and gold, cluttered with photos of friends, a glowing Digivice by your pillow. You stagger to your feet—a child’s slim feet, girl’s boots clicking softly—and spot Gatomon curled by the mirror, tail swishing. “Kari, you okay?" she asks, voice full of feline concern. You smile, feeling an unbreakable joy and contentment rise within. “Yeah, I’m okay, Gatomon! Just…a weird dream, I think. I dreamed I was…someone else. A boy!” You giggle, wrinkling your nose. “Ugh! That would be so strange! Why would I ever dream something so…weird? So gross! I’m glad I woke up.” Gatomon pads up, tail ring glinting. “Well, you’re back now. Come on. Yolei’s waiting for us, and we can’t be late for school again!” You nod, heart full. This is reality. You’re Kari Kamiya. You always have been, and you always will be—the bright, hopeful DigiDestined, beloved sister and friend. You wrap the camera tight in your fist, grinning wide as you run out to meet your true life, never once remembering the boy, the old life, the faded, unreal dream.
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