**Title: The Shattered Identity**
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**Title: From Innocence to Oblivion**
The year is 2020. It's a time before the world changed in ways no one had ever expected. This was when Ethan Miller, a young boy from Kentucky, roamed the streets of his small town under the bright sunshine. Ethan was only 12 years old, standing at about 4’8'' tall, weighing 85 pounds. Born on February 14, 2008, his brown hair usually swept in a casual, carefree style, matched his hazel eyes perfectly. That afternoon, he wore a simple blue T-shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of worn-out sneakers, a gift from his young mother.
Ethan's mother, Lisa Miller, was only 28 years old, having birthed Ethan when she was barely sixteen. She stood at 5'4" and weighed around 130 pounds. Her long blonde hair often pulled back into a ponytail, framed her green eyes, which always held a spark of determination despite the early challenges she faced. Lisa, born on October 12, 1992, was a dedicated single mom who worked tirelessly to provide for her son.
With a small bundle of cash in his pocket, courtesy of his mom, Ethan was out with a mission. He wanted to buy a nice gift for his crush, Emma Johnson. Emma was the same age as Ethan, 12 years old, standing at 4'6" and weighing about 80 pounds. She had sandy blonde hair that cascaded down in waves, and her sparkling blue eyes always made Ethan feel shy yet excited. Emma's birthday was June 7, 2008, and Ethan had harbored a crush on her since his last birthday party.
Walking through the bustling streets, Ethan’s eyes finally spotted something perfect in a small shop window. It was a delicate silver bracelet with a heart charm. Instantly, Ethan knew Emma would love it. He dashed inside, handed the shopkeeper the money his mom had given him, and pocketed the bracelet, already envisioning Emma's smile.
Bag in hand, Ethan started his journey back home. Enthusiasm soon turned into confusion as he wandered into an unfamiliar part of town. The buildings here were old and threadbare, a stark contrast to the cheerful streets he knew. Weeds sprouted between cracked pavements, graffiti marked defaced walls, and broken-down vehicles littered the curbs. The further Ethan walked, the less pleasant the surroundings became. Hollow-eyed people with torn clothes and grim expressions stared at him, making him feel uneasy and lost.
Amidst the chaos, Ethan's attention was drawn to a peculiar sight. There, on the sidewalk, was a haphazard assortment of items: an old, worn-out backpack, several large tote bags, a purse spilling its feminine contents, and a garish pair of platform flip flops. The sight of the mismatched, slightly grimy belongings made Ethan's stomach churn in disgust.
In his haste to leave the unsettling scene, Ethan tripped over a cracked pavement stone, one that had been strewn carelessly nearby. His stumble caused him to kick off his shoes and socks, which ended up sliding into the flip flops. Confused and more panicked than before, he tried to retrieve his lost shoes, but they had mysteriously vanished.
Suddenly, a horrific and bizarre transformation began. Ethan's feet started to crack, age, and morph. His once youthful feet became rough and calloused, forming into a more feminine shape. "Mommy! Help me, Mommy!" Ethan cried in terror as his legs lengthened and grew more slender, the skin toughening and the joints becoming strained and oddly textured. He could feel his knees redefine, his calves and thighs stretch and reshape against his will.
His lower torso followed suit, bruising and changing into a distinctly feminine structure. His chest expanded, budding breasts forming against his male frame. His arms, hands, and fingers elongated and softened, becoming smoother but more weathered. As his entire being reshaped, his face underwent the most dramatic alteration. His features matured – his hair lengthened, his eyes sparkled differently, lashes thickened, eyebrows thinned, lips puffed up, nose petite, ears and teeth refined, and voice transformed into a soft, feminine pitch.
A revealing, skimpy outfit materialized onto his newly transferred feminine form, light and suited for the hot weather. Ethan looked at her reflection in a window, watching in horror as fragments of his memories began to vanish. He clutched at the remnants of his identity, muttering desperately, “No, please, I’m gonna miss mommy so much, I just--- I just wanna damn bottle of whiskey and probably a bottle of gin, I hate these streets and these people so much.”
A woman passing by smirked and continued on her way, wholly unaware of what had just transpired. The person standing in Ethan’s place was now a complete stranger, a dirty, homeless woman. Her name was Bella Martinez, aged 32, born on March 5, 1988, with long, dirty brown hair and cold brown eyes that reflected her toughened state. Bella had been homeless for almost ten years, a cruel fate brought upon by poor choices and unfortunate circumstances, abandoning her family and friends in California with a bitter attitude towards her home state.
Bella picked up her platform flip flops, inspecting them before slipping them on. “Thank God my purse, my bags, and my backpack were all still where I left them since I had to hit the streets for God knows what. I still remember finding the platform flip flops at a smashed-up garage sale – they’re so comfortable I love being a woman these make me feel like a damn queen.”
Shrugging the backpack onto one shoulder and three tote bags onto the other, Bella rummaged through her purse to find a crumpled but usable face mask and old sunglasses she wore. "I need more shampoo and some razors for my legs and I could also buy another thing of bloody tampons and some cough drops for my sore throat no doubt they’ll make me leave all my bags up front even though I’m literally only 32 years old and have been abandoned by my brothers and my sister and my parents and my friends since I've been on the streets for ten miserable years.” She glanced disdainfully at the surroundings she inhabited. “California’s a real shithole, but at least it's better than this dump.”
With a determined sigh, Bella headed towards the nearby CVS, her story as fragmented and disjointed as the life she now lived, with no memory of being the innocent boy named Ethan who set out to buy a simple gift.
This story was generated by user manemansteve with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: The year is 2020. Write me a story the way I write about a random young boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color and what state he's from in the US and what he's wearing. Have him have a crush on a girl with a description of the girl's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Include his young mom's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be out by himself shopping with his mom's permission looking for a nice gift for the girl he likes with the money his mom gave him and have him spot something running towards and include a description of what the gift was. Have him get the gift with the money his mom gave him and start walking home. Have him get confused and lost as he wandered into an area of town he had never been to. Have him wander around some less nice buildings and vehicles and surroundings with detailed descriptions of everything and include less pleasant scenery of people with detailed descriptions. Have him suddenly spot a backpack and some large tote bags and a purse and a pair of platform flip flops with a description of the backpack and everything feminine inside it and a description of the tote bags and a description of the purse and a description of the platform flip flops. Have him get grossed out at everything as he attempted to walk past everything before tripping over something and include what he tripped over and why accidentally kicking his shoes and socks off and slipping his feet into the platform flip flops by mistake. Have him kick them off and go to put back on his shoes and socks when they suddenly disappeared. Have his clothing suddenly evaporate as his feet started cracking and aging and feminizing and roughening up with detailed descriptions of his feet changing. Have him freak out and yell for his mommy and have it be in quoted text as his legs lengthened and feminized and roughened up with detailed descriptions of his legs and knees and calves and thighs changing. Have his hips and lower torso follow suit as it feminized and changed becoming rough and sprained and bruised with detailed descriptions. Have his chest form boobs as his arms and shoulders and elbows and hands feminized and roughened up with detailed descriptions of his boobs and detailed descriptions of his arms and hands and fingers changing. Have his head and hair and eyes and eyebrows and eyelashes and nose and ears and lips and voice and teeth change and feminize and mature with detailed descriptions of his whole body becoming female as his voice slowly matured and feminized as well. Have a very short outfit form on her body and have it be skimpy for the hot weather and be detailed with every part of the feminine outfit forming. Have his memories start changing scaring him as he tried to fight the memories changing. Have his memories finish changing as he was midsentence and he said no please i'm gonna miss mommy so much i just----- i just wanna damn _____ and probably a bottle of _____ i hate ______ and _____ so much and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Reveal the homeless woman's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and what state she was from, how long she had been homeless, why she was homeless and reveal some aggressive and rude facts about her. Have her walk over to her platform flip flops picking them up and sitting down with them. Have her slip them onto her feet with slow and detailed descriptions of her doing so and have her say rude things about the city and her home state and her situation and have it be in quoted text. Have her pick up her purse going through it and putting something on and include what she put on and have her put something else on and what it was and have her put her purse on her shoulder and have her put her backpack on the other shoulder and one of her tote bags on the same shoulder and have her start carrying the other tote bags in her hands. Have her decide she wants to go into a nearby CVS with the intention of getting some stuff. Have her say i need some more ____ and ____ for my _____ and i could also buy another thing of _____ and some ____ for my _____ no doubt they'll make my leave all my bags up front even though i'm literally only __ years old and have been abandoned by my _____ and my _____ and my _____ and my _______ since i've been on the streets for __ miserable years and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning her family and having no memory of who she used to be. Have her also mention her home state she no longer lives in in a bad way and have it be in quoted text. Have her then drift down to the platform flip flops on her feet saying Thank God my purse and my bags and my backpack and my flip flops were all still where i left them since i had to _________________ i still remember finding the platform flip flops ________________________ they're so comfortable i love being a woman these make me feel like a ________ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with an elaborate disgusting explanation as to why all her stuff was just on the sidewalk and where she found the platform flip flops.
Response: **Title: From Innocence to Oblivion** The year is 2020. It's a time before the world changed in ways no one had ever expected. This was when Ethan Miller, a young boy from Kentucky, roamed the streets of his small town under the bright sunshine. Ethan was only 12 years old, standing at about 4’8'' tall, weighing 85 pounds. Born on February 14, 2008, his brown hair usually swept in a casual, carefree style, matched his hazel eyes perfectly. That afternoon, he wore a simple blue T-shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of worn-out sneakers, a gift from his young mother. Ethan's mother, Lisa Miller, was only 28 years old, having birthed Ethan when she was barely sixteen. She stood at 5'4" and weighed around 130 pounds. Her long blonde hair often pulled back into a ponytail, framed her green eyes, which always held a spark of determination despite the early challenges she faced. Lisa, born on October 12, 1992, was a dedicated single mom who worked tirelessly to provide for her son. With a small bundle of cash in his pocket, courtesy of his mom, Ethan was out with a mission. He wanted to buy a nice gift for his crush, Emma Johnson. Emma was the same age as Ethan, 12 years old, standing at 4'6" and weighing about 80 pounds. She had sandy blonde hair that cascaded down in waves, and her sparkling blue eyes always made Ethan feel shy yet excited. Emma's birthday was June 7, 2008, and Ethan had harbored a crush on her since his last birthday party. Walking through the bustling streets, Ethan’s eyes finally spotted something perfect in a small shop window. It was a delicate silver bracelet with a heart charm. Instantly, Ethan knew Emma would love it. He dashed inside, handed the shopkeeper the money his mom had given him, and pocketed the bracelet, already envisioning Emma's smile. Bag in hand, Ethan started his journey back home. Enthusiasm soon turned into confusion as he wandered into an unfamiliar part of town. The buildings here were old and threadbare, a stark contrast to the cheerful streets he knew. Weeds sprouted between cracked pavements, graffiti marked defaced walls, and broken-down vehicles littered the curbs. The further Ethan walked, the less pleasant the surroundings became. Hollow-eyed people with torn clothes and grim expressions stared at him, making him feel uneasy and lost. Amidst the chaos, Ethan's attention was drawn to a peculiar sight. There, on the sidewalk, was a haphazard assortment of items: an old, worn-out backpack, several large tote bags, a purse spilling its feminine contents, and a garish pair of platform flip flops. The sight of the mismatched, slightly grimy belongings made Ethan's stomach churn in disgust. In his haste to leave the unsettling scene, Ethan tripped over a cracked pavement stone, one that had been strewn carelessly nearby. His stumble caused him to kick off his shoes and socks, which ended up sliding into the flip flops. Confused and more panicked than before, he tried to retrieve his lost shoes, but they had mysteriously vanished. Suddenly, a horrific and bizarre transformation began. Ethan's feet started to crack, age, and morph. His once youthful feet became rough and calloused, forming into a more feminine shape. "Mommy! Help me, Mommy!" Ethan cried in terror as his legs lengthened and grew more slender, the skin toughening and the joints becoming strained and oddly textured. He could feel his knees redefine, his calves and thighs stretch and reshape against his will. His lower torso followed suit, bruising and changing into a distinctly feminine structure. His chest expanded, budding breasts forming against his male frame. His arms, hands, and fingers elongated and softened, becoming smoother but more weathered. As his entire being reshaped, his face underwent the most dramatic alteration. His features matured – his hair lengthened, his eyes sparkled differently, lashes thickened, eyebrows thinned, lips puffed up, nose petite, ears and teeth refined, and voice transformed into a soft, feminine pitch. A revealing, skimpy outfit materialized onto his newly transferred feminine form, light and suited for the hot weather. Ethan looked at her reflection in a window, watching in horror as fragments of his memories began to vanish. He clutched at the remnants of his identity, muttering desperately, “No, please, I’m gonna miss mommy so much, I just--- I just wanna damn bottle of whiskey and probably a bottle of gin, I hate these streets and these people so much.” A woman passing by smirked and continued on her way, wholly unaware of what had just transpired. The person standing in Ethan’s place was now a complete stranger, a dirty, homeless woman. Her name was Bella Martinez, aged 32, born on March 5, 1988, with long, dirty brown hair and cold brown eyes that reflected her toughened state. Bella had been homeless for almost ten years, a cruel fate brought upon by poor choices and unfortunate circumstances, abandoning her family and friends in California with a bitter attitude towards her home state. Bella picked up her platform flip flops, inspecting them before slipping them on. “Thank God my purse, my bags, and my backpack were all still where I left them since I had to hit the streets for God knows what. I still remember finding the platform flip flops at a smashed-up garage sale – they’re so comfortable I love being a woman these make me feel like a damn queen.” Shrugging the backpack onto one shoulder and three tote bags onto the other, Bella rummaged through her purse to find a crumpled but usable face mask and old sunglasses she wore. "I need more shampoo and some razors for my legs and I could also buy another thing of bloody tampons and some cough drops for my sore throat no doubt they’ll make me leave all my bags up front even though I’m literally only 32 years old and have been abandoned by my brothers and my sister and my parents and my friends since I've been on the streets for ten miserable years.” She glanced disdainfully at the surroundings she inhabited. “California’s a real shithole, but at least it's better than this dump.” With a determined sigh, Bella headed towards the nearby CVS, her story as fragmented and disjointed as the life she now lived, with no memory of being the innocent boy named Ethan who set out to buy a simple gift.
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