Transition on Duty
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Title: Transition on Duty
In the blink of an eye, Officer Ryan Henley was no longer Officer Ryan Henley. As she observed herself in the rear-view mirror of the patrol car, she startled at the face that stared back. Instead of the rugged features she remembered were glossy, expressive eyes of a woman. Her normally short-cropped hair fell in lush waves to her shoulders, which had become softer, less angular. Hesitant fingers rose to her pert nose, tracing unfamiliar contour. Her eyes trailed downwards, taking in the smaller form, the narrower waist, and the prominent swell of her chest straining against the standard police-issue blouse.
An alien feminine presence bloomed within her, a reality which every other soul except her accepted. To the world, Officer Henley had always been a woman conditioned with the habits of female nature.
Her uniform was an adjusted silhouette to suit a female curve, still preserving the honor and authority it held. The navy-blue polo seemed to be tailored almost lovingly, cinching around her obviously softer waist and flaring slightly at the hips. Her trousers were refined, accentuating the suppleness of her legs, encased within the standard heavy-duty police boots. Her once trouser-filled belt now held the baton, taser, pepper spray, and radio along with her sidearm and police badge.
The name tag pinned over her chest had subtly shifted from 'Ryan' to 'Rylie,' closely resembling the original. No matter how much she tried to call herself 'Ryan,' her vocal cords yielded only 'Rylie.' In dismay, she discovered she was instinctively referring to herself with she/her pronouns, resisting the female mandate was an effort in futility.
It unnerved her, this swift change, the perfect adaptability she displayed. Her body, adjusting with a chilling precision to its new self. The way her long hair was instinctively bound snugly in a neat bun, the quick movements of her agile fingers, tucking strands of hair behind her ears, her knees touching even when she endeavored to sit differently. The newfound habit of toying with her hair when she was anxious seemed to have integrated seamlessly with her character.
There was an uptick in her heartbeats, a frightening deviation; her sexual orientation hadn't remained immune to these alterations. She was expecting a familiar pulse of attraction when she tried to conjure up images of women. Instead, she was hit with the disconcerting reality that she now found men attractive. It mooted her attempts to remember what was appealing about women, triggering a ferocious sense of loss. Unable to come to terms with it, Rylie panicked, frantically trying in vain to recollect her previous preferences.
The scales of Rylie's world, poised at a delicate balance, teetered at the edge of chaos. As she dove deeper into distress, she unwittingly set out on a journey of self-discovery in her effort to reconcile with her bewildering transformation.
This story was generated by user rileb39455 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALLĀ·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: when in the patrol car a young cop turned male to female. reality change everyone except for the former man remembers and thinks he was always a female officer. shows the difference with female officers. describes the female cop uniform. male name slowly shifts to female name and now unable to call herself by male name despite her efforts and also unable to use male pronouns. now getting in the car the officer looks in the mirror and notices the changes to her face and hair along with shrunken hight. with now long hair that she using her hands and a new found hair tie on her wrist instinctually puts into a standard bun as department policy, this scares her as she did not even release she did this also now noticing how she has taken on female mannerism like how she talked, talked, and acted like how she now subconsciously always sits in a feminine manner by always making sure her knees are together, she tries to resist this but fails, and also how now she brushes her hair behind her ear, along with now subconsciously playing with her hair when nervous tries to resist these mannerisms but fails. sexual orientation changes from woman to now only being attracted to men tries to resist this but is not able to as she tries to remember what she found attractive about woman but is not able to and she becomes frantic trying in vain to prove her attraction to woman.
Response: Title: Transition on Duty In the blink of an eye, Officer Ryan Henley was no longer Officer Ryan Henley. As she observed herself in the rear-view mirror of the patrol car, she startled at the face that stared back. Instead of the rugged features she remembered were glossy, expressive eyes of a woman. Her normally short-cropped hair fell in lush waves to her shoulders, which had become softer, less angular. Hesitant fingers rose to her pert nose, tracing unfamiliar contour. Her eyes trailed downwards, taking in the smaller form, the narrower waist, and the prominent swell of her chest straining against the standard police-issue blouse. An alien feminine presence bloomed within her, a reality which every other soul except her accepted. To the world, Officer Henley had always been a woman conditioned with the habits of female nature. Her uniform was an adjusted silhouette to suit a female curve, still preserving the honor and authority it held. The navy-blue polo seemed to be tailored almost lovingly, cinching around her obviously softer waist and flaring slightly at the hips. Her trousers were refined, accentuating the suppleness of her legs, encased within the standard heavy-duty police boots. Her once trouser-filled belt now held the baton, taser, pepper spray, and radio along with her sidearm and police badge. The name tag pinned over her chest had subtly shifted from 'Ryan' to 'Rylie,' closely resembling the original. No matter how much she tried to call herself 'Ryan,' her vocal cords yielded only 'Rylie.' In dismay, she discovered she was instinctively referring to herself with she/her pronouns, resisting the female mandate was an effort in futility. It unnerved her, this swift change, the perfect adaptability she displayed. Her body, adjusting with a chilling precision to its new self. The way her long hair was instinctively bound snugly in a neat bun, the quick movements of her agile fingers, tucking strands of hair behind her ears, her knees touching even when she endeavored to sit differently. The newfound habit of toying with her hair when she was anxious seemed to have integrated seamlessly with her character. There was an uptick in her heartbeats, a frightening deviation; her sexual orientation hadn't remained immune to these alterations. She was expecting a familiar pulse of attraction when she tried to conjure up images of women. Instead, she was hit with the disconcerting reality that she now found men attractive. It mooted her attempts to remember what was appealing about women, triggering a ferocious sense of loss. Unable to come to terms with it, Rylie panicked, frantically trying in vain to recollect her previous preferences. The scales of Rylie's world, poised at a delicate balance, teetered at the edge of chaos. As she dove deeper into distress, she unwittingly set out on a journey of self-discovery in her effort to reconcile with her bewildering transformation.
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