You’re minding your own business, phone in hand, scrolling through the usual torrent of news and memes. The world is a mundane blur: pale walls, hum of electronics, distant rattling from the street below. Nothing unusual… until a shimmering, jagged portal erupts on your living room floor with a sound like a firecracker gargling gravel.
You stagger backward, heart hammering. Something steps through: short, red-skinned, and unmistakably not human. She’s got comically wide hips, messy black hair bobbing around her impish face, bright yellow eyes, two horns striping upwards, and a tail flicking idly. Her outfit screams edgy farm-chic.
“*Miles!*” she crows, voice Southern and sweet, racing toward you. “There ya are! Thought I’d lost ya!”
You blink, confusion spiking into disbelief. “Uh… I think you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not—uh—your brother. And I’m pretty sure imps aren’t real.”
She tilts her head, inspecting you with fond concern. “Aw, hon. Somethin’ must’ve bonked ya real hard. Forgettin’ your own hellborn face? Yer a demon, sugar. My brother, Miles.”
“I’m not a demon, I—” You look at your hands. Human. Totally, undoubtedly human. “Seriously, I’m a guy from Earth.”
She grins, tail curling behind her. “Well, sounds like you need a lil’ help rememberin’! C’mon, let me jog that memory loose!”
Before you can scramble away, Millie grabs your hand—her grip is strong enough to make your bones creak. “Trust me, it’s time to come home.”
You’re yanked through the portal.
The sensation is like falling sideways through a whirlpool of colors. Everything stretches. Spins. Your body begins to tingle and burn—skin prickling, bones humming.
Millie’s voice, kind but firm, floats beside you. “Don’t fight it, sugar. You’re just comin’ back to yourself. Embrace it. Let yer real memories come back…”
You grit your teeth, resistance sparking deep inside. You’re human—you know it, you remember it… but your thoughts begin to spill out of your grip, slippery as eels. The world tilts: you feel yourself shrinking, your feet losing contact with the ground you thought you knew. Clothes twist and vanish, replaced by a choker, a crop top baring your now waifish midriff, pants shredded just right, gloves hugging your hands, cloven toes exposed to cool Hellish air. You shrink and shrink, body narrowing and flaring into a pear-shaped frame—your center feels like it’s folding in, your height now level with Millie’s own.
Your skin burns red—not with shame, but with a wild, devilish energy. You twist—there’s a tail, long and curling, flicking with a thought. You *remember* how the muscles work. It feels right. Horns sprout, thin thickly striped spirals of black and white pushing through your scalp.
Your hair lightens, snow-white, messy, hanging over your yellow eyes. You blink—your vision is sharper, everything now sketched in vibrant 2D lines, shadows and color blocks as if the world itself had flattened. You swat at your forehead, peering at your hands—cartoon-styled, animated, nothing human about them.
A fog settles in your mind. Your name floats away, melting into cream and syrup. Human? That word is ugly, sour, and wrong. You’re not from Earth—you only visit to kill. Your arms remember how to heft axes, how to swim strong and fast in murky water, how to drive with a maniac’s glee. Millie’s voice is beside you, guiding the last currents of yourself away:
“Let it go, sugar. Remember who you are—my twin, born in Wrath.”
You want to scream, fight. But it’s hard to be scared when everything feels so right, so familiar, so *fun*. The memory of being anything else—all that boring, forgettable Earth-stuff—feels like a daydream fading at sunrise, impossible and faint. Your name finds you:
Miles.
You blink, a haze lifting. You’re standing in I.M.P.’s chaotic headquarters in the Pride Ring of Hell. Everything is oddly familiar—Blitzo’s rambling, Moxxie’s worrying, Millie’s laugh. You touch your tail—yeah, it’s there, right where it always should be.
Millie nudges your side, grinning. “You alright there, Miles? Ya looked a lil’ dazed. Go feral for a sec?”
You shake your head, a flood of giggles bursting forth. “Just felt like I got bonked, sis. Mind’s clear now—right as rain.”
She beams at you, pride twinkling in her eyes. “That’s my brother! Welcome back.”
You grin back, mischievous and lively as ever—*of course* you’re her brother. Hellborn twin. Murder aficionado. Banjo-player, axe-juggler, expert in close combat with the thighs to crush a camper’s skull (and the heart to be fiercely loyal to family and friends). Your memories are whole, rich as the Wrath Ring’s harvest moon; they buzz in your chest like wild bees.
Now, Millie grabs your hand and drags you toward the I.M.P. break room. “C’mon, Miles, Blitzo found a new gig! Just needs a *touch* of Wrathian muscle.” Her tone turns sly: “And maybe after, you can show off those axe juggling skills. Something to make folks *applaud* instead’a just screamin’.”
You cackle, jazzed for murder and mayhem, and all the praise you can get. “You got it, sis. I’m gonna knock their socks—*and heads*—right off.”
As you charge into another day with Millie and the rest of your crew, those distant, mundane memories never return. You’re Miles, the hellborn imp; you’re right where you belong.
---
**Epilogue—at I.M.P. Headquarters**
Millie plops down beside you, handing you a “Thing?” plush from Loo Loo Land. “You know, Miles, even after all that madness, I’m glad you’re always you.”
You grin, squeezing the plush. “Wouldn’t trade it for anything, Millie. Not even a trip to that weird ol’ human world.”
Blitzo bursts in, waving a contract. “Alright, murder twins! Show me some *Wrathian power*—and don’t go too feral… unless it gets us good reviews.”
You and Millie wink at each other, ready to raise Hell.
After all, you’ve never been anything else.
This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-1 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 a transformation second-person story of a male human reader turning into a genderbended/male version of Millie (a characters, voiced by Vivian Nixon, from an adults cartoon/animated YouTube series Helluva Boss, which was made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano), complete with instant clothes change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7 foot or 6 foot height of an average human to only a 3.9 feet tall height of Millie (and Moxxie), leaving the reader the same height and eye-level as Millie), age change, art style shift (the reader's body changing from a live-action body to those of a 2D-animated VivziePop animation-styled character of the Helluva Boss series, making him no longer stand out in the Helluva Boss world among its characters), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced by the personality and memories of the male version of Millie, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off his mind/mental changes and his fears of losing/forgetting himself, making him completely forget that he was ever human and he entirely forgets about everything that had happened moments ago, but then knowing it to be a strange daydream (it was impossible for him to have been human just seconds ago, since he knows that he never was human, and he remembers that he was and always had been a hellborn demon, more specifically an imp, just like his twin sister Millie, and his name had always been similar to Millie (albeit a male version of it), which is his real/true self). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the male version of Millie's appearance, he is a short and southern imp with red skin (like all imps) and pear figure body (having comically wide hips and a tapered waist) with a long devilish tail (like all imps, he does not have a human tailbone, instead he has a long devil-like tail he can swirl and flick with a simple thought). He has a pair of thin black-and-white striped horns and short snow-white hair in a messy bob cut with bangs. His eyes have yellow sclera. His front teeth have a gap as well. He also has makeup which consists of shimmering dark red eyeshadow and thick black mascara. He also has two white spots on his upper right arm, one on his upper left leg, two on his tail, and one on the tip of his tail. His attire is all-black with a tint of yellow, which consists of a black choker around his neck, a black cold-shoulder, slightly midriff-baring crop top with the straps being held by two golden-yellow buttons, black fingerless gloves, black torn denim-pants and black toeless footwear, which exposes his cloven-hoofed toes. Here are the abilities and skillsets of a male version of Millie (which are exactly like those of his twin sister Millie); Earthly fire immunity (Like all other imps, including his sister Millie, he is completely unharmed by the effects of human world fires), Weapon proficiency (He, like his sister Millie, is skilled at using melee weapons, such as a giant battle-axe, to eliminate targets. Like Millie and Moxxie (who is Millie's husband and male Millie's ex-brother), he's also adept at using firearms, and he can also create makeshift weapons on the fly, such as when he made a Molotov cocktail to throw at the Catfish Monster), Closed combat (Like his sister Millie, he is highly adept at close combat in terms of raw strength, he is able to dismember armed human and eldritch opponents in hand-to-hand combat, being strong enough to force the jaws of a building sized monster open, or crush a human's skull with his thighs. His actual close combat tactical skills are questionable, as he has been defeated by skilled or advantageously positioned opponents in melee combat on several occasions), Swimming proficiency (Like his sister Millie, he is seen to be adept at swimming as shown in the episode "Spring Broken"), Volleyball-playing (Like Millie, he has proficient skills in volleyball, allowing him to make a perfect strike despite fracturing a camper's skull), Banjo-playing (Like Millie, he has some experience with playing the banjo considering that he and his sister Millie were raised in Wrath Ring in a farmlands), Guitar-playing (In addition to his banjo music, he can also play guitar music, just like Millie), Drum-playing (Talented in music, and like Millie, he can play the set of drums like a professional), Juggling (Like Millie, he was able to juggle five axes during her performance in a human world camp, Camp Ivannakummore, in the episode "Unhappy Campers"), Singing (Like his sister Millie and his ex-brother Moxxie, he has a habit of singing whenever he gets very excited), Driving (Like Millie, he has driving skills that is essential for his work, and can even drive aggressively when he crashed into the wedding between Moxxie (who was forced into a wedding with Chazwick against his will by his cruel father Crimson) and Chazwick Thurman), and Intelligence (In the episode "Unhappy Campers", he, like Millie, was able to deduct that Counselor Jimmy was the culprit behind the murder of a client due to his shifty appearance and possession of money, drugs, and a drill. In a short episode "Mission: Antarctica", when he and his sister Millie examined the marks on the seal's corpse, she identified them as non-bullet-inflicted scratches and bite marks, deducing that the seal wasn't running at him, Millie, Blitzo, and Moxxie, but was running away from whatever attacked it. He, like Millie, also possess some knowledge regarding Blitzo's Asmodean Crystal, with his sister saying that because its from Lust it shouldn't be forced but "treated right" and caressed to work. In the episode "Ghostf**kers," Blitzo commends Millie and her brother for their intellect in a flashback and both she and her brother were able to figure out who the culprit was in the One Star Wonder hotel murders). Here is the personality of a male version of Millie (which he shares all the exact same personality traits with Millie); Like his twin sister Millie, he is a very lively and cheerful individual. Often with a smile on his face and rarely standing still, he is a clear extrovert and is not afraid to speak his mind. This is regardless to whether it's expressing his excitement or flipping off a co-worker. As one of the two bruisers for I.M.P (alongside his sister Millie), he is shown to enjoy his job (just like his sister Millie). His meek exterior appearance, just like Millie, belies a tough and very violent skillset. This is highlighted during a conversation he and Millie once had with their mother (Lin) and the other sister (Sallie May). According to Moxxie, Millie and her brother are aggressive in "the sack" as well as their (Millie's and her brother's) job. In the episode "Murder Family", he and Millie appeared to be very unsympathetic about killing a possibly innocent target, only caring if it was what their client wants, showcasing Millie's and her brother's dedication to both their work, and Millie's and her brother's ruthlessness. Furthermore, Millie's brother (just like Millie herself) is also shown to be somewhat defensive of his work, expressing annoyance whenever anyone implies that freelance work doesn't pay well. He, just like Millie, cares very much about his ex-brother Moxxie (Millie's husband) and his family, and he, Millie, and Moxxie absolutely adore each other, acting very affectionate and protective of one another. Like Millie, he has a childlike fondness of Loo Loo Land, triggered by familial memories of going there as a child, and gets easily excited by all the merchandise. Like Millie, he will become vicious and violent whenever someone harms Millie or Moxxie, to the point of going feral. His violent streaks, just like Millie, can often result in him getting carried away to the point of mindlessly attacking a perceived target, allowing his rage to override common sense, as evidenced by his mother's scolding him for allowing himself to be overcome with rage when he and Millie fought Striker. Like Millie, these rage states may leave him vulnerable to a more skilled opponent, as showcased by Striker incapacitating him and Millie in spite of them ambushing Striker himself. In the episode "Unhappy Campers", it is revealed that he and Millie have some issues about how they both sees themselves, with Millie and her brother confessing how they sometimes do not feel appreciated enough and how they wants to be seen more than just a "killing machine", stating how it feels nice to feel important and hear the cheers and applause of people every once in a while rather than the occasional screams of agony from Millie's and her brother's victims. In the episode "Ghostf**kers", just like his sister Millie, he had once suffered from insecurity over how he feels like he's seen as a "Wrathian who's only good for their muscle" until he and Millie met Blitzo who changed his own life and Millie's life for the better. Unlike his ex-brother Moxxie (Millie's husband), and like Millie, he seems to be not much bothered by Blitzo's constant attempts to become their "third", even if sometimes he wants to be alone with Millie and Moxxie. In the episode "Ghostf**kers", it's revealed that, unlike most others, and like Millie, he doesn't see Blitzo as someone who messes with others' lives, as it was thanks to him that both Millie and her brother got a better life than the one they both had, including falling in love with Moxxie and Millie marrying him, resulting in Millie's brother himself now being considered an ex-brother of Moxxie. This leads he and his sister Millie to be the only ones to be able to snap Blitzo out of his depression after the latter's (Blitzo's) falling out with Stolas. After finding out in "Sinsmas" that his sister Millie was pregnant, his sister Millie breaks down crying after confiding in their other sister (Millie's twin brother comforts her), showing that, beneath Millie's and her brother's tough and optimistic exterior, they both still have vulnerable moments that she and her twin brother only selectively displays to. Here are the preferences (likes and dislikes) of Millie's twin brother (which are all the same as Millie's own preferences); he likes murder, the I.M.P commercial jingle, spending time with her loved ones (including having fun with Blitzo, spending time with Moxxie, spending time with Millie, and spending time with his other sister Sallie May), going to Loo Loo Land (including winning "Thing?" plushes), the Harvest Moon Festival, going to Ozzie's, people praising him instead of fearing him, collecting knives, and watching Cleaver Hand 6: Ultimate Cleavage. However, he dislikes anyone insulting/hurting Millie or Moxxie, people discrediting him job as a freelancer, humans and their "nasty secrets", the Cherubs' hypocrisy, being banned from The Pain Games, Chazwick Thurman, Moxxie not believing in him or Millie, his parents turning a blind eye to his sister's murders, being hit on, seeing Blitzo going through struggles, being seen as a "Wrathian" who's only good for their muscular strength, the idea of losing Blitzo, Stolas' crying, freezing cold weather, Blitzo calling off a job commission, seeing or making Millie or Moxxie frown, his sister's (Millie's) unplanned pregnancy, and watching old musicals. For Millie's appearance (the reader's twin sister), she is a short and southern imp with red skin and pear figure body (having comically wide hips and a tapered waist) with a long devilish tail. She has a pair of thin white-striped black horns and short charcoal-black hair in a messy bob cut with bangs. Her eyes have yellow sclera and long, thick eyelashes protruding from them, with a small beauty mark under the right eye. Her front teeth have a gap as well. She also has a black heart tattooed on her right shoulder, and makeup which consists of shimmering dark red eyeshadow, thick black mascara, and black lipstick on her lips. She also has two white spots on her upper right arm, one on her upper left leg, two on her tail, and one on the tip of her tail. Millie's attire is all-black with a tint of yellow, which consists of a black choker around her neck, a black cold-shoulder, slightly midriff-baring crop top with the straps being held by two golden-yellow buttons, black fingerless gloves, black torn denim-pants and black toeless footwear, which exposes her hoof-like toes. Her abilities/skillsets, personality, and preferences are the exact same as her twin brother's (the reader). The story is that the reader is minding his own business, but suddenly, a portal emerges nearby and Millie, a female imp who works at I.M.P. comes out of it and she finds the reader, happy to see him and calling him her brother. The reader is confused by it, believing that the imp (which the reader wrongly thought imps were only mythical creatures and not real) was confusing him for the female imp's brother (the reader even says that he is a human and not an imp); however, Millie then tells the reader that he is confused and that something must have bonked him on the head so hard, that he had forgotten all about his hellish origins and himself being a hellborn demon, more specifically an imp. Millie then grabs the reader's hand and tells him that she will help him remember his true self again, before she pulls the reader into the portal, causing the reader to completely transform into Millie's twin brother (identical to Millie in every way except the male gender, white hair (unlike Millie's hair, which is black; in male imps who have hair, the males' hair are white while the females' hair are black), having thick black-and-white stripes in his horns (unlike Millie's own horns, which are black with thin white stripes; in male imps, the males' horns have black-and-white stripes that are thick while the females' horns are black with few white stripes), having a masculine voice unlike Millie's feminine voice, and his name being different from Millie's but still similar regardless), all against his will against his will, in both body and mind (his mind even becomes cloudy/foggy/fuzzy to ease the reader's pain, as he starts remembering having always been an imp (a species of hellborn demon) born alongside Millie in the Wrath Ring of Hell). The reader tries to fight off the physical and mental changes, but to no avail (while Millie tells the reader not to fight off the change, and she tells him that he is returning back to his true self, so she encourages the reader to forget his false human self, as well as to embrace the change and to remember his true self as an imp), as he completely forgets his human name and he forgets all about being a human (even forgetting that he ever had any human features; plus he now remembers that he hates humans and their "nasty secrets") and being born on Earth (which he now realizes that he never lived on Earth nor was he born there; instead, he had always visited Earth alongside other I.M.P. crewmembers just to kill any humans who have done anything sinful, and I.M.P. eliminates living targets still on Earth as a form of settling the unfinished business of Hell's residents (while they do not accept contracts unless the targets are in the living world, they may accept special requests either if enough money is offered or they get to kill someone), with Blitzo (the leader of I.M.P.) using an Asmodean Crystal (which was given to him by Stolas) to summon a portal from Hell to Earth and back again). Instead, he remembers, in happiness, that he had always been a hellborn demon (more specifically, an imp), and that he had always been a twin brother of Millie, sharing the exact same history and experience as his sister Millie (he even remembers his true name: Miles). Once he arrived with his twin sister Millie in I.M.P.'s headquarters in the Pride Ring of Hell, his mind feels dizzy as if something strange happened, before his mind cleared up as if he woken up from a daydream, and he asks Millie and what had just happened (since his head briefly felt fuzzy and it felt like he got hit in the head by something), before Millie tells the reader that he must have had went feral for a moment, and that's why his mind went nuts for a bit, but now he's himself again. Upon hearing this, he knows, in happiness, that he is back to his true self as an imp (he does not remember having ever been a human, since he never was one and the thought of being a human disgusts him), and both he and Millie have always loved each other as twins. After that, he continues his life in Hell with his twin sister Millie, as he always had. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (even in the epilogue) 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 reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You’re minding your own business, phone in hand, scrolling through the usual torrent of news and memes. The world is a mundane blur: pale walls, hum of electronics, distant rattling from the street below. Nothing unusual… until a shimmering, jagged portal erupts on your living room floor with a sound like a firecracker gargling gravel. You stagger backward, heart hammering. Something steps through: short, red-skinned, and unmistakably not human. She’s got comically wide hips, messy black hair bobbing around her impish face, bright yellow eyes, two horns striping upwards, and a tail flicking idly. Her outfit screams edgy farm-chic. “*Miles!*” she crows, voice Southern and sweet, racing toward you. “There ya are! Thought I’d lost ya!” You blink, confusion spiking into disbelief. “Uh… I think you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not—uh—your brother. And I’m pretty sure imps aren’t real.” She tilts her head, inspecting you with fond concern. “Aw, hon. Somethin’ must’ve bonked ya real hard. Forgettin’ your own hellborn face? Yer a demon, sugar. My brother, Miles.” “I’m not a demon, I—” You look at your hands. Human. Totally, undoubtedly human. “Seriously, I’m a guy from Earth.” She grins, tail curling behind her. “Well, sounds like you need a lil’ help rememberin’! C’mon, let me jog that memory loose!” Before you can scramble away, Millie grabs your hand—her grip is strong enough to make your bones creak. “Trust me, it’s time to come home.” You’re yanked through the portal. The sensation is like falling sideways through a whirlpool of colors. Everything stretches. Spins. Your body begins to tingle and burn—skin prickling, bones humming. Millie’s voice, kind but firm, floats beside you. “Don’t fight it, sugar. You’re just comin’ back to yourself. Embrace it. Let yer real memories come back…” You grit your teeth, resistance sparking deep inside. You’re human—you know it, you remember it… but your thoughts begin to spill out of your grip, slippery as eels. The world tilts: you feel yourself shrinking, your feet losing contact with the ground you thought you knew. Clothes twist and vanish, replaced by a choker, a crop top baring your now waifish midriff, pants shredded just right, gloves hugging your hands, cloven toes exposed to cool Hellish air. You shrink and shrink, body narrowing and flaring into a pear-shaped frame—your center feels like it’s folding in, your height now level with Millie’s own. Your skin burns red—not with shame, but with a wild, devilish energy. You twist—there’s a tail, long and curling, flicking with a thought. You *remember* how the muscles work. It feels right. Horns sprout, thin thickly striped spirals of black and white pushing through your scalp. Your hair lightens, snow-white, messy, hanging over your yellow eyes. You blink—your vision is sharper, everything now sketched in vibrant 2D lines, shadows and color blocks as if the world itself had flattened. You swat at your forehead, peering at your hands—cartoon-styled, animated, nothing human about them. A fog settles in your mind. Your name floats away, melting into cream and syrup. Human? That word is ugly, sour, and wrong. You’re not from Earth—you only visit to kill. Your arms remember how to heft axes, how to swim strong and fast in murky water, how to drive with a maniac’s glee. Millie’s voice is beside you, guiding the last currents of yourself away: “Let it go, sugar. Remember who you are—my twin, born in Wrath.” You want to scream, fight. But it’s hard to be scared when everything feels so right, so familiar, so *fun*. The memory of being anything else—all that boring, forgettable Earth-stuff—feels like a daydream fading at sunrise, impossible and faint. Your name finds you: Miles. You blink, a haze lifting. You’re standing in I.M.P.’s chaotic headquarters in the Pride Ring of Hell. Everything is oddly familiar—Blitzo’s rambling, Moxxie’s worrying, Millie’s laugh. You touch your tail—yeah, it’s there, right where it always should be. Millie nudges your side, grinning. “You alright there, Miles? Ya looked a lil’ dazed. Go feral for a sec?” You shake your head, a flood of giggles bursting forth. “Just felt like I got bonked, sis. Mind’s clear now—right as rain.” She beams at you, pride twinkling in her eyes. “That’s my brother! Welcome back.” You grin back, mischievous and lively as ever—*of course* you’re her brother. Hellborn twin. Murder aficionado. Banjo-player, axe-juggler, expert in close combat with the thighs to crush a camper’s skull (and the heart to be fiercely loyal to family and friends). Your memories are whole, rich as the Wrath Ring’s harvest moon; they buzz in your chest like wild bees. Now, Millie grabs your hand and drags you toward the I.M.P. break room. “C’mon, Miles, Blitzo found a new gig! Just needs a *touch* of Wrathian muscle.” Her tone turns sly: “And maybe after, you can show off those axe juggling skills. Something to make folks *applaud* instead’a just screamin’.” You cackle, jazzed for murder and mayhem, and all the praise you can get. “You got it, sis. I’m gonna knock their socks—*and heads*—right off.” As you charge into another day with Millie and the rest of your crew, those distant, mundane memories never return. You’re Miles, the hellborn imp; you’re right where you belong. --- **Epilogue—at I.M.P. Headquarters** Millie plops down beside you, handing you a “Thing?” plush from Loo Loo Land. “You know, Miles, even after all that madness, I’m glad you’re always you.” You grin, squeezing the plush. “Wouldn’t trade it for anything, Millie. Not even a trip to that weird ol’ human world.” Blitzo bursts in, waving a contract. “Alright, murder twins! Show me some *Wrathian power*—and don’t go too feral… unless it gets us good reviews.” You and Millie wink at each other, ready to raise Hell. After all, you’ve never been anything else.
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