Title: "Metamorphosis: The Unexpected Transformation of Matty"
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Matthew stared uncomprehendingly at his reflection in the small, rudimentary mirror fixed to the metallic locker door at his military deployment base. The image, somehow both strange and familiar, caused a sinking feeling in his gut. It wasn't the face he recognized, not the one crammed with books and lessons, burdened by the weight of responsibility, and tempered on the grilling fields of Basic Combat Training.
Now, before his eyes, though still subtly chiseled, the face was softer, more characteristically feminine. And it wasn't just his face - every inch of him, now her, had slipped into being of a woman. Astounded, he touched his cheek, feeling the velvety softness of the face that was feminine, his now her's face.
Around the rippling planes of his new body, his standard issue military fatigues clung rather delicately, having starched and tailored themselves for her slighter, more curvaceous figure. The olive-drab blouse hung comfortably over her noticeable bosom, whose existence was a reminder of the reality she was now thrust into. Her pants followed her hips in a smooth curve, pockets perched exactly where they should be, as if they had always been there.
It was his military standard bun that initially broke the unbelievable truth to him. The black curls coiled and folded on low on the back on the neck, the hair longer, fuller and markedly feminine as compared to his usual cropped hair.
As if in a dream, Matty looked down at her dog tags, the name Mattiline etched deep in the metal surface. The femininity of the name was not only seen but was also felt deeply. Matty, that was what her friends always called her, she recalled; an echo in her memory that seemed to have always existed but that she had never noticed until now.
A wild thought flashed through her mind, hoping this physical transformation was a distortion of reality only she was subjected to. But when she pulled out her wallet to check for her driver's license, her service card, even her social media profile, they all mirrored her new physically feminine identity.
Confusion and fear triggered a desperate resistance. Matty tried to call upon her past - the masculine voice, the habitual male swagger - anything that might pull her back into being Matthew. But all efforts were futile. The words flowing out of her mouth were softer, her language peppered with feminine expressions and her walk had a gentle sway to it.
The realization chilled her down to her bones. It wasn't only physical; she had somehow transformed entirely into a female. Her thoughts, her feelings, even her attractions had switched gender. Where she once admired the curves of a woman, now her gaze swiveled towards a more rugged figure.
The changes were unnatural, frightening, but unavoidable. Matthew or Matty, male or female, she was undeniably herself. Resistance gradually melted into acceptance, and as complicated as everything might seem, Matty realized she would have to navigate through it, through reality on her own terms.
This story was generated by user trib0354 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: newly commissioned 22 year old military 2nd lieutenant Matthew fresh out of college is on his first deployment is unwillingly transformed from a man into a woman called Mattiline. her friends call her Matty. describe the transformation. Reality itself starts shifting to accommodate. the dog tags around the neck now display for female name. The military fatigues adjust to her now female body that has long hair that is put in standard military bun. and breasts. Now wearing female service fatigues describe the uniform. she relies that only she has changed. Her drivers license , her military service card, and even her social media all show the female version with female marked under the gender. She also now relies that everyone around her only remembers her as a female with no one besides herself remembering she used to be a man. A mental shift happens were his former male name shifts to the feminine one. She is forced to only say her female name and use female pronouns. Tries to resist this but fails. She also relies that her sexuality has shifted from liking woman to now only having eyes for men. Tries to fight this change but is forced to give in. she is also forced to walk, talk, and act like a female now being unable to replicate her old male behavior. she tries to resist the change but is unable to and slowly starts to accept it.
Response: Matthew stared uncomprehendingly at his reflection in the small, rudimentary mirror fixed to the metallic locker door at his military deployment base. The image, somehow both strange and familiar, caused a sinking feeling in his gut. It wasn't the face he recognized, not the one crammed with books and lessons, burdened by the weight of responsibility, and tempered on the grilling fields of Basic Combat Training. Now, before his eyes, though still subtly chiseled, the face was softer, more characteristically feminine. And it wasn't just his face - every inch of him, now her, had slipped into being of a woman. Astounded, he touched his cheek, feeling the velvety softness of the face that was feminine, his now her's face. Around the rippling planes of his new body, his standard issue military fatigues clung rather delicately, having starched and tailored themselves for her slighter, more curvaceous figure. The olive-drab blouse hung comfortably over her noticeable bosom, whose existence was a reminder of the reality she was now thrust into. Her pants followed her hips in a smooth curve, pockets perched exactly where they should be, as if they had always been there. It was his military standard bun that initially broke the unbelievable truth to him. The black curls coiled and folded on low on the back on the neck, the hair longer, fuller and markedly feminine as compared to his usual cropped hair. As if in a dream, Matty looked down at her dog tags, the name Mattiline etched deep in the metal surface. The femininity of the name was not only seen but was also felt deeply. Matty, that was what her friends always called her, she recalled; an echo in her memory that seemed to have always existed but that she had never noticed until now. A wild thought flashed through her mind, hoping this physical transformation was a distortion of reality only she was subjected to. But when she pulled out her wallet to check for her driver's license, her service card, even her social media profile, they all mirrored her new physically feminine identity. Confusion and fear triggered a desperate resistance. Matty tried to call upon her past - the masculine voice, the habitual male swagger - anything that might pull her back into being Matthew. But all efforts were futile. The words flowing out of her mouth were softer, her language peppered with feminine expressions and her walk had a gentle sway to it. The realization chilled her down to her bones. It wasn't only physical; she had somehow transformed entirely into a female. Her thoughts, her feelings, even her attractions had switched gender. Where she once admired the curves of a woman, now her gaze swiveled towards a more rugged figure. The changes were unnatural, frightening, but unavoidable. Matthew or Matty, male or female, she was undeniably herself. Resistance gradually melted into acceptance, and as complicated as everything might seem, Matty realized she would have to navigate through it, through reality on her own terms.
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