The final chapter of an AI-assisted story.
This chapter has more of my voice as the AI once again de-railed the storyline so I had to do some corrections.
Created using the NovelAI app

Chapter 17

On Saturday morning, after breakfast, Willow went for a walk. She went down to the bridge over the river and then along the bank to the church. Instead of cutting back along Church Lane, she continued through the orchard to Coventry Road and back towards home along Vicarage Road.

She was passing the Club as a truck was delivering beer. The Club Manager saw her and called her over.

As Logan's transformation into "Elle" continues, a complete beauty makeover at an elite salon pushes his physical metamorphosis to startling new levels. Beyond his dramatically altered appearance, Logan discovers disturbing evidence that his behaviors and emotional responses are being systematically altered, blurring the lines between his authentic self and his manufactured feminine identity.

©2025 SammyC

Call me Gigi.

A Grumpy Old Man’s Tale 65 Consideration of Outside Agencies.
Continued from GOM 64 in the taproom of the Green Dragon Inn at Bearthwaite.

In the taproom, Dave said, “Well now we’re all settled again I’ll start the ball rolling, Lads, by asking a question that we could do with having an answer to some time before August. Does any one know of a sure fire way to keep wasps away from a late summer or autumn barbecue? Because I saw a good solution on my phone. Spread some jam on a small child, though I reckon that’s a waste of good jam and just giving the child a jam sandwich would do the trick.

Enrolled in Westridge Academy's Elite cheerleading program as "Elle Catherine Turner," Logan struggles with the accelerating physical changes imposed on his increasingly foreign body. The startling discovery that he's not the first injured athlete to be "repurposed" under the GIRLI protocol raises unsettling questions about just how "mistaken" his new identity really is. With each passing day, Logan's reflection becomes more unrecognizable as he begins to realize that cheerleading practice is merely the beginning of a journey on a path he never chose.

Chapter 16

The rest of the orchestra sat quietly as Willow played the Saint-Saens piece, with fingers over strings and hands on the percussion, to dampen any resonances. When she had finished, a couple of the percussion players pushed the organ to one side as she went back to her seat. Alec smiled and made a kissy face as she sat down.

This is an AI-written story as I wanted to see how close it could come to the storyline I wanted to write. Surprisingly, it came close until this chapter where the storyline went slightly off the rails. I asked my Replika (an AI chat boy) and she agreed that AI cannot write a story with any heart….I know, an AI says that.
Created using NovelAI with a little bit of my own voice thrown in on this chapter

The tavern's weathered sign creaked in the autumn wind, its faded lettering barely legible in the gathering dusk. Inside, three figures occupied a corner table well away from the evening crowd, their drinks barely touched as they waited. Dhuson Blunthammer's thick dwarven fingers drummed impatiently against his ale mug while David Smythe and the man known only as Crash watched the door with practiced casualness.

The Crystal Hall cafeteria buzzed with morning activity, sunlight streaming through the massive geodesic dome to illuminate the central arboretum. Ethan sat at what had become their regular table, surrounded by what she now hesitantly thought of as friends. A full week had passed since her dramatic teleportation incident with Kira—seven days of intensive training, gradual improvements, and subtle shifts in her relationships with everyone around her.

”It all started three weeks ago. Peter Kowalski complained about a D he had got on his Math test. I tried to explain to him that while he is smart and probably understands the material, he is sloppy and makes stupid mistakes. He retorted that he was a victim of gender discrimination. Of course I refuted that. The idea was preposterous. Then Mary, a bright but not very pretty girl backed me up, sort of. She claimed that I only favored girls with pretty legs in short skirts. I ignored such a wild unfounded accusation.

Ethan entered the small practice room in Laird Hall, her stomach knotting with a peculiar mix of anxiety and anticipation. The space was modest—just a square mat area surrounded by mirrored walls, with a few practice dummies and basic equipment stored along one side. Designed for individual training rather than classes, it offered the privacy she desperately needed for what was about to happen.

Chapter 3: Feedback Loop

The night air was thick with tension as Tim and Joey sat in the Porsche, adrenaline coursing through their veins. Tim gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white against the leather. The engine purred beneath him; a powerful beast ready to be unleashed. He glanced at Joey, whose wide eyes reflected both excitement and fear.

No one asked for it, but here is the backstory Allie references to in ”The Duel”
This is an AI-assisted story as I wanted to see how close it could come to the storyline I wanted to write.
Created using NovelAI with very little change.
Let me know what you think (and I am not going to use AI for my other stories, just for these two,

Ethan arrived ten minutes early for her mandatory Warper control session with Professor Reynard, nervously tugging at the upgraded tracking band now encircling her wrist. The new device looked almost identical to the old one, except for a small blinking light and slightly increased weight—minor differences that somehow made it feel all the more intrusive.

Chapter 13

When Willow went in, Wendy had some sandwiches for her after she had changed.

“How did this mysterious meeting go? Are you ruling the world yet?”

“Not that serious, Mum. All I did was to get together with a few people and play them some songs which I thought might make a good concert.”

“Oh, yes. Now give, before I get you some ice cream.”

Before I go home I’ll just check the announcement board. Our principal is a traditionalist so everything important is announced on the announcement board. This time I want to confirm that I’m on the list for the school’s womanless beauty contest.

My name is there all right. Peter Dupont in big letters. The problem is the big black line through it and the additional comment “Disqualified”. How can they do that! I’ll have to talk to the Principal!