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A tale of envy and forbidden magic unfolds as sibling wizards swap bodies in the magical land of Valond, leading to unforeseen consequences.


This story was generated by user Rowelli77 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: Jealous older brother possesses his gorgeous younger sister and after being in her body for a little but decides he’s going to be her permanently and there’s nothing the former younger sister now the nerdy ugly older brother can do but watch as his new younger flourishes in her new perfect body

Response: Title: Transference Bound Once upon a time in a magical land called Valond, the sibling wizards, Mortas the Elder and Alira the Young, played in harmony, swathed in the luster of mystical powers and familial love. Mortas, riddled with insecurities and a burning jealousy, despised the attention Alira received for her stunning beauty and the ease with which her charisma flowed. Born a skinny, spectacled, and rather unimpressive individual, Mortas was always outshone by Alira’s radiant glow. He sheathed his feelings behind resentful eyes, honing his arcane skills and gaining knowledge about the forbidden art of transference - a magic that allows switching bodies. Mortas was fascinated by the idea of possessing his sister's worldly beauty and eternal charm. Masking his envy with the pretense of a game, Mortas proposed they swap bodies for a day. Alira, her carefree and energetic nature veiling her better judgment, agreed, unaware of her brother’s true intentions. Their magic mingled and swirled as they performed the forbidden spell, heralding a blinding storm of fluorescent sparks and a sudden switch of consciousness. Days passed and Mortas reveled in his newfound attractiveness as Alira. Ever so subtly, he exercised his charms, much to the delight of their friends and acquaintances. Each flutter of his new eyelashes, every crossover of his sinewy legs, each delicate step taken in Alira's body represented a height of power and acceptance Mortas never knew. He realized with satisfaction, the exquisite freedom of being loved and admired. Meanwhile, Alira, trapped in her brother's lanky form, observed with a heavy heart the transformation of 'her own self'. Despite the ugliness and the numerous setbacks she now embodied, Alira was incredibly patient. She never complained or cried, showing an uncanny strength that was an inherent gift of her spirit. As Mortas enjoyed his new-found popularity, unbeknownst to him, Alira was tirelessly researching about transference in the grand library of Valond. She came upon an ancient prophecy, claiming that 'he who seeks beauty through deceit, shall be cursed and end up obsolete.' Realization dawned upon Alira; she was the only one who could save her brother from his eventual doom, however jealous and cruel he may have become. Alira tried to confront Mortas, pleading for him to release her body, warning him about the prophecy. However, Mortas, far too absorbed in the surreal attraction of Alira's beauty, shunned her pleas, citing her warnings as an attempt to regain her body. He didn’t realize his madness was pushing his essence to the edge of a cliff that offered no return. Months passed. Mortas, now forever Alira in his mind, was successful in establishing a world where he was the focus, the center. Little did he know of the curse creeping upon him, turning his soul translucent, eating away at his existence. Alira, the tormented elder brother's persona trapped in a diffident exterior, never lost faith. She stood by, watching her brother devastate himself, hoping he would come around. But Mortas was far too lost in the illusion of superficial beauty, ignoring the inevitable annihilation of his selfhood looming over him, a price he was obliged to pay for indulging in forbidden magic. As the external beauty started ravaging his very essence, Mortas found himself unable to connect to Alira's body, his magic failing him. It was then that he realized the bitter part of the prophecy: the body is just a vessel, the soul truly defines who you are. In silence, they watched the setting sun of Valond, the beauty shimmering in their shared vision. Beauty was but an illusion, a mere cloak masking the strength of the soul. The elder brother knew it too late. Amidst the radiance of the fading sun, they silently mourned and celebrated the ephemeral beauty, forever etched in the tragic tale of their switched identities.

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