The gentle hush of a weekday afternoon breathes around you as you cross your living room, a half-formed thought in mind—had you eaten lunch yet, or was that yesterday? You stare out the window, the sun glinting oddly against concrete and cars, and then… everything flows sideways.
The lamp melts into a cluster of stripey, bobbing mushrooms. The ordinary hum of the fridge fizzles into cheerful accordion music. Your apartment is gone, turned to soft hills and vibrant green, the skyline chunked up by golden question-mark blocks and spinning clouds. Your brain blinks in surprise—then, oddly, contentment. Huh. Maybe this isn’t so strange after all. The air truly, deeply smells like flowers.
A flicker of motion catches the corner of your eye—your hands, but they’re smaller. Not callused or broad, but lithe, delicate, fluttering as you scuff your shoes at the loamy, petal-studded ground. Except… you’re sure you wore different shoes this morning (morning? Or was it longer ago?). Now, there are slim, heeled orange pumps, so familiar that a smile teases your lips. It makes sense, these are your favorite, aren’t they? They’re perfect for a stroll around Sarasaland. Wait… Sarasaland?
Your body feels weirdly buzzy. Not just hands—your chest tickles, a gentle pressure pressing outward, swelling beneath the soft yellow fabric of your dress. Dress? Of course. The color is bright as marigolds, blossoming with layers of frills and white-petaled trim at the shoulders, the collar tight and comfortable at your neck. Each inch of cloth settles into place like stray memories finding home. The puffed sleeves, the swish of petticoats when you shift your weight, the crispness of the gloves you wear—all as natural as anything. You never wore anything else.
A sharp, electric zigzag twangs down your spine—your waist pinches in and your hips broaden, heat pooling as plush softness spreads in all the familiar places. For a heartbeat, you try to remember what you looked like before, but the image is gone, hazy, impossible to call up. Shoulders rounded, a subtle but comforting weight at your chest, you feel almost… proud. Princesses need to look their best, after all, especially for a day spent with Peach.
A tightness crawls at your throat. Your hand flutters to feel something missing—a lump that should be there, maybe? But you giggle instead, a voice light and fresh chiming out, “Ooooh! Was that someone talking?” But there’s no one else around. The idea fades. That deep, rough voice—so odd, so unreal. Maybe you heard someone else’s conversation, or you’re mixing up memories.
A sudden, liquid *pop* beneath your dress makes you pause for half a second. Had you stepped in a puddle? Must’ve—you shift your foot and see nothing, but it’s all so trivial compared to how right you feel. Your core is warm and completely familiar, every part of you you’ve always known—soft, right, whole. You smooth down your skirt, humming, so grateful for the tidy fit.
The world feels larger now. You look up and realize the question blocks aren’t so far overhead—they’re closer than you remember… but, really, you’ve always been on the petite side, around four feet tall (maybe a smidge more, with your crown). Wait—a crown? Your hand drifts upward and settles against cool gold and smooth, gem-studded curves nestled into your hair. That hair—long, glowing orange-brown, thick and swinging about your shoulders with every happy bounce. Your heart swells with pride. Daisy’s hair. Your hair.
Something tries to climb up from the depths—a memory of being somewhere else, someone else. But it’s mist dissolving in morning sun, nonsense that has nothing to do with you. There’s laughter bubbling in your chest as you remember exactly who you are—Princess Daisy! Of Sarasaland! You always know that. Why would you ever forget?
You sway in place and inspect your surroundings: wildflowers bloom beneath your feet, happy to greet you. The warm aroma of daisies and the distant, tart scent of piranha vines fill your lungs. Your gloved hand brushes petals as you think, *“I must’ve been daydreaming… Wonder what about? Silly me! No time to get lost in thought.”*
You spin, hands on your hips—always a little dramatic, but that’s your style. “Let’s go, Daisy! Peach is probably waiting by the castle, and she’s not going to win our race around the lake today, not if I can help it!” The words slip from your lips, sassy and bright, and you know, deep down, that’s just how you talk. After all, you’ve got things to do, flowers to care for, and Peach to beat. You step forward, and petals swirl with every stride, bursting up from the ground as if cheering you on.
Your memories snap into focus: the endless days spent in your castle’s rose garden, the thrill of every sports tournament, every time you showed off your strong swing or teased Luigi after a victory. Adventures, laughter, triumphs—that’s your life, the life of Princess Daisy, spunky, energetic, a champion through and through.
“Woo-hoo! No way Peach is getting ahead of me today!” you call out, pumping your fist.
For a moment, there’s not the faintest trace of confusion left. Of course there isn’t. You are Princess Daisy. You always have been. The notion of ever being anyone else, of ever living a dull, ordinary life—pfft! That was just a silly daydream. Clearly impossible.
You break into a run—fast, balanced, flowers swirling in your wake, eager to meet your best friend and make the day yours. After all, *nobody* outshines Daisy, and you intend to prove it all over again.
This story was generated by user dylan7 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 transformation story of a male human turning into Princess Daisy from the Mario franchise, complete with gender change (the man turning from male to female, a pair of womanly breasts grows on his chest as his body becomes more curvy and feminine (his waist shrinks while his hips and thighs thicken with sexy feminine fat) while his Adam's apple in his throats vanishes (thus making his voice higher-pitched and feminine) as his male genitals invert itself and sucks into his body with a wet "pop" to turn into a vagina, ovaries, and uterus), instant clothes change, age change (turning from whatever age the man was into a 25 year old), height regression (shrinking in height from an average 5.7-6 foot height to only 50 inches / 4’2″ feet tall / 127 centimeters tall (without the crown) and +2 inches with the crown), and mind/mental change (with the man's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Daisy's personality and memories, despite the man's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the former man completely forget she was a man (which she realized was not real), even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago (which she knows it never happened), and remembers that she had always been a princess named Daisy, which she always knew that this is her real/true self). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Princess Daisy's appearance (after the man turned into her), she is a young woman with vivid blue eyes and deep orange-brown hair. She has an average height compared to other Super Mario characters, being shorter than Peach (her best friend) but generally depicted as taller than Luigi except in the video game "Super Mario Bros." Wonder, and she is usually classified in the middle of weight classes in the Mario Kart series. Her hairstyle is flipped with parted bangs, and it reaches past her shoulders in length. Her facial features include distinctive, round cheeks, a button nose, soft and natural lips, and large eyes with two thick, black lashes and long, curved eyebrows. Her lips vary from light rose to orange in color or having orange lipstick, depending on that Mario game she is in. Daisy usually wears a yellow, floor-length dress similar to Peach's, but with white and orange accents. It has puffy sleeves with white, petal-shaped openings, a matching collar, orange panniers at the waist, and two rows of orange frills at the base. In some games there is a white petticoat underneath the dress. She wears short, white gloves with petal-shaped openings and heeled pumps varying from orange to vermillion in color. She wears round, viridian earrings with white, petal-shaped encasings and a matching, oval brooch. She also wears a gold crown with round gems that match her other jewelry on the front and back and round, red gems on the sides. Here are Daisy's powers and abilities; Most of Daisy's abilities and powers use some sort of flower-related effect, either as a visual side-effect or an active part of the technique. These often take the form of making petals appear, ranging from her Flower Ball abilities in "Mario Superstar Baseball" (video game), which use petals to obscure the ball from the opponents' view, to her offensive "Mario Power Tennis" (video game) move Wonder Flower, giving her hits special powers determined by the color of the petals surrounding her racket, to the simple visual flair they bring to her Mario Hoops 3-on-3 Flower Shot. In the game "Mario Golf: World Tour", one of her victory animations even features her changing from her tennis outfit into her standard appearance in a flurry of petals. In other games, she can summon entire flowers from the ground, such as a garden fence and a patch of daisies to block other players from catching the ball hit with her Flower Swing in "Mario Super Sluggers", or the bed of daisies appearing beneath her during her defensive "Mario Power Tennis" Flowerbed Return. Overall, Daisy is usually an all-around or technique character in sports games. In "Mario Superstar Baseball" (video game), she is a Balance type player who leans more towards Technique, and in "Mario Power Tennis", she is a purely Technical player. "Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games" (video game series) was the first time Daisy was classified as a Speed player, but even then, her rounded technique still qualified her for a balanced range of event handicaps. Like other Super Mario characters, Daisy can punch, kick, jump, wall kick, and ground pound, as well being able to jump in midair in "Super Mario Run". She has also been occasionally shown to have a strong swing, having the longest non-star drive of any human player in "Mario Golf: Toadstool Tour". Daisy is also capable of using power-ups such as the Fire Flower among others, as shown for the first time in "Super Mario Bros. Wonder". In "Super Mario Strikers", Daisy is an offensive team captain. Her Super Strike is called the Torpedo Strike, and once more involves flower visuals behind her. However, in the sequel, "Mario Strikers Charged", Daisy is a defensive team captain instead and is uniquely associated with crystal summoning abilities, having them erupt from the playing field for her Crystal Smash! Super Ability, and encasing her fist in them to punch the ball towards the goal during her Crystallized Daisy Mega Strike. In "Mario Party 3", she was shown to have enough physical strength to effortlessly send Bowser flying into the sky with just a single slap. Here is Daisy's personality; Daisy is portrayed as a tomboy with an extroverted personality and a tough demeanor. She can be described as spunky, energetic, loud, cheerful, and confident. In the song "Save Me With Your Charm", she was shown to speak with a British accent, although in later appearances, when speaking, she uses American slang and has a twang to her voice. She also has a sassy side, often regarded for her wittiness and attitude. Unlike Peach, Daisy is not as proper or poised as she would be based on her appearance and status as royalty; such as standing with her hands on her hips, exhibiting hotheadedness in defeat, and showing off in victory or to get her way. It has been suggested her choice of colors could reflect her personality, with orange being her favorite. She likes to go shopping and dine at fine restaurants, but gladly passes up such enjoyments to train instead. Daisy is also portrayed as a champion. In "Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Winter Games", she seems to be an expert on skating sports; at the point, she was the only one who managed to beat Lakitu's missions. In "Mario Strikers Charged", she won the Brick Wall Award for four consecutive years, and five after beating her challenge. In "Mario Party 3", she said that she had never lost before, not even to her father. Daisy has claimed to be clumsy. She fell off stage while receiving her trophy in "Mario Tennis", needs help after getting lost in the Remix 10 pipe in "Super Mario Run", and admits to being absentminded while waiting for her turn in Fortune Street. Daisy will use her charms and tough temper to get what she wants. In "Mario Party 3", she flirts with the Millennium Star to get the Beauty Stamp, and she swats Bowser into the sky when he gets in her way. In "Super Mario Strikers" and "Mario Strikers Charged", her personality is heightened. She celebrates scoring by showboating; throwing herself on the ground as she pumps her arms, brushing her shoulders off, and making a sizzling sound as she presses a finger to her backside. She responds to opponents scoring by trying to conceal her injuries, and she crosses her arms and taps her foot disapprovingly at her teammates, who cower in response to her wrath. In "Mario Tennis Aces", she largely has the same personality traits as before, although she does show some lack of confidence after witnessing Lucien's possessing Wario, Waluigi, and Luigi, even believing they may not even be able to beat Lucien due to its powers. She also showed some common sense, as she immediately suspected Toad knew more than he let on about Lucien and demanded he tell the truth, and later became disappointed in Wario and Waluigi for even considering getting Lucien again after Mario beat Bowcien, especially after what happened to them earlier. In "Fortune Street", Daisy's personality is more heavily explored with the robust amount of dialogue among characters. She is shown to be impulsive and excitable, eager to take on big challenges and try new things; like scaling the Colossus and riding the flying train at the Observatory. She considers becoming a professional athlete when tasked to pick a new trade-in Alltrades Abbey, and she repeatedly remarks on wanting to take home cute creatures like Yoshi and Slime to have as pets. Daisy is shown to be domineering and direct to others, teasing and bossing Luigi around when his shops are not large enough. She also talks down to enemies like Wario, Waluigi, and Bowser, refusing to congratulate their success and criticizing their shops, believing they would commit foul play. The same game also shows she's not above pitching a fit or forcing others to pay up to allow her to get an expensive item at her request, based on some of her comments. She also implies that she has a bit of a ruthless side, as she makes clear that she's willing to "fight dirty" despite her status as a princess when warning others to not underestimate her. It is also hinted in her bio for "Mario Party 3" as well as her comments to Birdo that she is a bit vain regarding her appearance. Daisy's love for flowers is one of her most notable traits. In addition to having flower accessories/patterns on the majority of her outfits, her presents' room in "Mario Party 4" notes Daisy likes to pick up flowers herself. In "Fortune Street", Daisy says she would like to be gifted a flower bouquet rather than being gifted a victory. In the story mode of "Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Winter Games", Daisy is ecstatic to see the flowers a Chao took care of for her and proceeds to kick off a Kiki who wants to damage them. According to the "Super Game Boy Player's Guide", Daisy enjoys working in her castle's rose garden. The story is that the male reader is minding his own business, but then the world around him starts warping into the world of Super Mario Bros; however, this strangely does not scare or disturb the reader, as if he was used to living in the world of Mario (and as if he had always lived in the Mushroom Kingdom). The reader starts to change (he is completely oblivious to his transformation), with the physical and mental changes starting at the same time, and since the mental changes progress with the physical changes, the reader does not notice that his body is literally changing (not even as his outfit changes (the new dress now is familiar to the reader, as if the reader had always wore it (and in truth, he had always worn it since he is a princess) so it is a comforting thought to the reader) nor even as his gender changes, including the wet "pop" happening to his crotch that finalizes his gender change into a female (due to his mind/mental changes, the reader (wrongly) believes that the wet "pop" was due to him stepping on something wet and not due to his genitals inverting itself, since, to the reader, gender change is impossible for it to ever happen and seeing himself as male is now completely alien to him, since he had always been a girl), and he no longer remembers having male genitals (to him, he always had ovaries, a vagina, and a uterus, since he had always been a girl) nor having a flat manly chest (to him, he always had womanly breasts, since he had always been a girl) or having short hair (to him, he always had long deep orange-brown hair) nor having a non-feminine body shape (to him, he always had a curvy and womanly body, since he had always been a girl) or even having an Adam's apple (when the Adam's apple disappeared from his throat, the masculine voice he heard seconds earlier sounded alien, and, due to his mind/mental changes, the reader (wrongly) believes that some man was either talking to the reader or the man was talking somewhere else), since this new feminine body now feels completely natural as if he had always been a girl, and in truth, he had always been a girl), so he is completely oblivious to his transformation (instead, he is trying to figure out or remember what he is doing and, more importantly, who he was (he even views himself as a girl as if that's the truth about himself (to him now, he knows that he is a girl and always had been), since that is completely normal unlike his supposed "masculine self")), as if he had always been a girl, more specifically a princess; this feels more and more normal with each physical and mental changes, while his, now her, previous life feels foreign as if she had never been a boy/man from a mundane world (which was never real, unlike her true self as Daisy, and she had finally snapped out of her daydream of her supposed mundane masculine self, which he had completely forgotten about). After her physical and mental changes had fully completed (both ending at the same time), the reader, Daisy, has completely forgotten that the supposed transformation had occurred moments ago (since to her, she had always been a girl, and a princess at that), and hee confusion is not over since she finally remembers what she was doing and she remembers who she was (she didn't know why she forgotten who she was a moment ago), and she remembers that she must be with her friend Princess Peach, and she continues on with her true life as Daisy (which had always been who she is). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the man) 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 man/reader (you, your, etc).
Response: The gentle hush of a weekday afternoon breathes around you as you cross your living room, a half-formed thought in mind—had you eaten lunch yet, or was that yesterday? You stare out the window, the sun glinting oddly against concrete and cars, and then… everything flows sideways. The lamp melts into a cluster of stripey, bobbing mushrooms. The ordinary hum of the fridge fizzles into cheerful accordion music. Your apartment is gone, turned to soft hills and vibrant green, the skyline chunked up by golden question-mark blocks and spinning clouds. Your brain blinks in surprise—then, oddly, contentment. Huh. Maybe this isn’t so strange after all. The air truly, deeply smells like flowers. A flicker of motion catches the corner of your eye—your hands, but they’re smaller. Not callused or broad, but lithe, delicate, fluttering as you scuff your shoes at the loamy, petal-studded ground. Except… you’re sure you wore different shoes this morning (morning? Or was it longer ago?). Now, there are slim, heeled orange pumps, so familiar that a smile teases your lips. It makes sense, these are your favorite, aren’t they? They’re perfect for a stroll around Sarasaland. Wait… Sarasaland? Your body feels weirdly buzzy. Not just hands—your chest tickles, a gentle pressure pressing outward, swelling beneath the soft yellow fabric of your dress. Dress? Of course. The color is bright as marigolds, blossoming with layers of frills and white-petaled trim at the shoulders, the collar tight and comfortable at your neck. Each inch of cloth settles into place like stray memories finding home. The puffed sleeves, the swish of petticoats when you shift your weight, the crispness of the gloves you wear—all as natural as anything. You never wore anything else. A sharp, electric zigzag twangs down your spine—your waist pinches in and your hips broaden, heat pooling as plush softness spreads in all the familiar places. For a heartbeat, you try to remember what you looked like before, but the image is gone, hazy, impossible to call up. Shoulders rounded, a subtle but comforting weight at your chest, you feel almost… proud. Princesses need to look their best, after all, especially for a day spent with Peach. A tightness crawls at your throat. Your hand flutters to feel something missing—a lump that should be there, maybe? But you giggle instead, a voice light and fresh chiming out, “Ooooh! Was that someone talking?” But there’s no one else around. The idea fades. That deep, rough voice—so odd, so unreal. Maybe you heard someone else’s conversation, or you’re mixing up memories. A sudden, liquid *pop* beneath your dress makes you pause for half a second. Had you stepped in a puddle? Must’ve—you shift your foot and see nothing, but it’s all so trivial compared to how right you feel. Your core is warm and completely familiar, every part of you you’ve always known—soft, right, whole. You smooth down your skirt, humming, so grateful for the tidy fit. The world feels larger now. You look up and realize the question blocks aren’t so far overhead—they’re closer than you remember… but, really, you’ve always been on the petite side, around four feet tall (maybe a smidge more, with your crown). Wait—a crown? Your hand drifts upward and settles against cool gold and smooth, gem-studded curves nestled into your hair. That hair—long, glowing orange-brown, thick and swinging about your shoulders with every happy bounce. Your heart swells with pride. Daisy’s hair. Your hair. Something tries to climb up from the depths—a memory of being somewhere else, someone else. But it’s mist dissolving in morning sun, nonsense that has nothing to do with you. There’s laughter bubbling in your chest as you remember exactly who you are—Princess Daisy! Of Sarasaland! You always know that. Why would you ever forget? You sway in place and inspect your surroundings: wildflowers bloom beneath your feet, happy to greet you. The warm aroma of daisies and the distant, tart scent of piranha vines fill your lungs. Your gloved hand brushes petals as you think, *“I must’ve been daydreaming… Wonder what about? Silly me! No time to get lost in thought.”* You spin, hands on your hips—always a little dramatic, but that’s your style. “Let’s go, Daisy! Peach is probably waiting by the castle, and she’s not going to win our race around the lake today, not if I can help it!” The words slip from your lips, sassy and bright, and you know, deep down, that’s just how you talk. After all, you’ve got things to do, flowers to care for, and Peach to beat. You step forward, and petals swirl with every stride, bursting up from the ground as if cheering you on. Your memories snap into focus: the endless days spent in your castle’s rose garden, the thrill of every sports tournament, every time you showed off your strong swing or teased Luigi after a victory. Adventures, laughter, triumphs—that’s your life, the life of Princess Daisy, spunky, energetic, a champion through and through. “Woo-hoo! No way Peach is getting ahead of me today!” you call out, pumping your fist. For a moment, there’s not the faintest trace of confusion left. Of course there isn’t. You are Princess Daisy. You always have been. The notion of ever being anyone else, of ever living a dull, ordinary life—pfft! That was just a silly daydream. Clearly impossible. You break into a run—fast, balanced, flowers swirling in your wake, eager to meet your best friend and make the day yours. After all, *nobody* outshines Daisy, and you intend to prove it all over again.
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