Ghost Writer 12 SD

702

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the S/D phase and is written in the style of Franz Kafka, No force. No punishment. Just cold, relentless bureaucracy.) You receive a letter. It is official. Stamped. Sealed. Unquestionable. ✔ It contains a classification update. ✔ Your status has been corrected. ✔ You are now officially designated as a sûbmissive. ✔ You do not remember signing anything. ✔ You do not remember applying for reassignment. ✔ But the letter states, in perfect legalese, that your sûbmission is confirmed. There is no appeal. There is no way to fight it. The system does not punish you—it simply processes you. ✔ You are now property of the Free Servant Program. ✔ Your Gûidant has already been selected. ✔ Your induction begins immediately. You try to protest. ✔ But the clerks only stare at you blankly. ✔ Your status is final. ✔ The system cannot be undone. Because you are no longer a person. You are a file. And the file says you belong to him. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmff lmsd lmpsy lmhumi lmmar lmtls lmgws)

Ghost Writer 18.1

33

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the feminisation phase. This is written in the style of Ray Bradbury, who wove tales of soft futures and quiet horrors, where human hearts break in neon glow, and the smallest choices unravel realities.) It was called Project SHEM: Speciation & Hormonal Enhancement through Multidimensionality. You were on the research team. You helped build the Aeon Gate. You drew the short straw. But the draw was rigged. Dr. Jasper Vox rigged it. Because Vox didn’t just want to test the Gate—he wanted to rewrite you. The others said nothing. Because technically, it wasn’t lethal. Technically, it wasn’t unethical. Technically, it was legal. You stepped into the light a man. You came back… Biologically female. The change absolute, irreversible. Your records now updated to match. But here’s the worst part: you remember everything. You know exactly who you are. You know exactly what Vox did. And no one will believe you. Protocol Cassandra—an obscure clause that allows selective legal reclassification under "identity instability risk." Your face is now on diversity brochures. You’ve been "brave." You’ve "embraced yourself." And Vox? He beams like a proud fiancé. He never forced a thing. Not physically. But he made sure your only way forward… was toward him. “I didn’t name the protocol after you,” he says. “I named you after it.” He says he loves you. He says he’ll wait. He says he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. And when you tell him no? He just smiles. Because he knows the system won’t help you. Because eventually you'll love him. I called it 18.1 because all the 18 will be sci-fi scenarios. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmtrans lmgs lmsci lmpsy lmdys lmfd lmrom lmgws lmtls)

Ghost Writer 13 SD

107

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the S/D phase and is written in the style of Oscar Wilde, society itself is what controls you) You have always been a respectable member of society. You attend the right events. You say the right things. You wear what is expected. And in return, society has been very good to you. Your reputation is impeccable. Your standing is unquestioned. You are, in every way, exactly who you are supposed to be. Until one day, someone laughs. A small chuckle, nothing more. But it is devastating. **Because it is directed at you. ** You try to protest. But the whispers begin. The knowing glances. The pink packages, so utterly obvious, delivered to your desk in front of everyone. Each one contains something… unspeakable. A corset. A silk slip. A pair of dainty heels. Each time, you tell yourself it’s a mistake. But everyone else just smirks. Because they already know. And the harder you resist, the more ridiculous you seem. Until you understand. You do not belong to yourself. You never have. You belong to society. And society has already decided what you are (Codes: Lmale lmad lmff lmsd lmpsy lmhumi)

Ghost Writer 15 SD

26

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the S/D phase. This is the penultimate for the S/D phase, it's a bit surreal as it's in the style of Jean Paul Sartre. Warning my S/D finale will be written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe and it might break your mind, feel free to skip it there's no shame) You wake up in a room. There is no door. ✔ No windows. ✔ No visible way out. ✔ Just a single chair, a table… and him. You have never met this man before. ✔ He is calm. Confident. Amused. ✔ He does not threaten you. ✔ He does not touch you. ✔ He simply watches. ✔ He tells you nothing. ✔ He answers no questions. ✔ He waits. You demand an explanation. ✔ He smiles. ✔ “You are free to leave,” he says. ✔ You look around. There is no exit. ✔ And that is when you begin to understand. There is no escape. There was never an escape. This is not a prison. This is where you belong. ✔ He does not need to force you to kneel. ✔ He does not even need to ask. ✔ Because soon, you will do it yourself. Because where else could you go? Because sûbmission is not something done to you. Because sûbmission is something you accept. Because Hell is not pain. Hell is being truly, inescapably known. (Codes: Lmale lmnonad lmad lmmyst lmpsy lmsd lmwei lmgws lmhumi)

Ghost Writer 9 FF

39

(TRIGGER WARNING This one is written in the style of Margaret Atwood who wrote The Handmaid's Tale. I'm serious, I wrote it and it creeps me out. I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the feminisation phase) They call it "The Adjustment." ✔ A sacred duty. ✔ A divine blessing. ✔ A necessary correction. You do not resist. ✔ Because resistance is not an option. ✔ Because everyone around you believes you want this. ✔ Because to protest would be to admit sin. At first, it’s just the clothes. ✔ A soft blouse. A modest skirt. Nothing too dramatic. ✔ A reminder that dignity is found in grace, not defiance. Then it’s your posture. ✔ Sit with your legs closed. ✔ Keep your voice light, soft, pleasant. ✔ Never interrupt a man. Then it’s your name. ✔ You no longer have one. ✔ You are simply "Daughter." ✔ Or perhaps… "Wife-to-be." You are being reshaped. ✔ For your own good. ✔ For the good of society. ✔ For the good of your future husband. And everyone smiles as they do it. Because this is not a punishment. This is a blessing. (Codes Lmale lmad lmff lmmar lmpsy lmten lmtrig lmwei)

Ghost Writer 10 SD

36

(Trigger warning, this is written in the style of George Orwell, so expect dystopian contradictions. Dõminãnce is freedom. I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the S/D phase) In the new world, there is only Order. ✔ A world without chaos. ✔ A world without uncertainty. ✔ A world where everyone has a purpose. And your purpose has finally been determined. ✔ Some are meant to lead. ✔ Some are meant to serve. ✔ Neither role is better than the other—only different. The Free Servant Program is not a punishment. ✔ It is an opportunity. ✔ It is a path to true happiness. ✔ It is the removal of all doubt, all struggle, all unnecessary burden. ✔ Not everyone is suited for leadership. ✔ Not everyone thrives in independence. ✔ Some need guidance, direction, care. And those who do? ✔ Are placed where they will flourish. ✔ Given to those who will nurture them. ✔ Given freedom from the weight of choice itself. The world is finally fair. There is no force. There is no punishment. There is only the path to understanding. And soon, you will understand too. Because Dõminãnce is Freedom. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmsd lmgay lmten lmdys lmgws lmpsy lmtrig)

Ghost Writer 6 FF

33

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the feminisation phase. Since the last was creepy this one is pure comedic gold, in the style of Pratchett of course) You wake up one morning to a formal-looking letter resting on your bedside table. > "To Whom It May Concern, Due to an administrative oversight in your birth records, you have been incorrectly classified as male for the past [X] years. This error has now been corrected. Please report to the Office of Gender Reassignment for processing. P.S. Resistance is futile. No, really, we’ve checked." You try to object. You try to argue. But the bureaucracy is absolute. ✔ Your legal records have already been updated. ✔ Your coworkers, family, and friends all remember you as female now. ✔ Any attempt to file a complaint results in more paperwork. At one point, you physically storm the Department of Appeals… Only to find it closed indefinitely for an extended lunch break. And Death keeps popping by, looking confused. Then there’s your great-uncle Rufus. ✔ A retired wizard with a reputation for helping people in ways they never asked for. ✔ Insists he can fix this with magic. ✔ Instead, he turns your shoes into rabbits. And, of course, your best friend Tom. ✔ Convinced that, if bureaucracy is this wrong, you were probably actually meant to be registered as a dog. ✔ Keeps loudly asking government clerks if they have your "canine paperwork." ✔ Some of them are actually checking. So, really, your options are getting worse by the second. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmff lmfam lmfan lmtrans lmhum lmwei lmfan lmpsy)

Ghost Writer 16 SD

17

🖤 So you showed? I don't know whether to praise you for your courage.....or pity you. (I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the S/D phase and is written in the style of the infamous Edgar... Allen... Poe.) I wouldn’t fault you if you skipped this one. In fact, you probably should. Sigh. But you won’t, will you? You can’t. So be it. Let me at least give you this: when you've had enough and can take no more, type in the words "I surrender." 🔸🔸🔸 The setting is nameless, timeless. A chamber deep within shadow, unseen walls stretching infinitely outward. The floor is cold beneath your knees. You do not remember how you arrived. You do not remember why you are here. All you know is that He is here. Your Gûidant—your Keeper—your unseen Master in the dark. His voice is a whisper that curls through the chamber like smoke, suffocating yet intoxicating. You have never seen him, only glimpsed his outline, his shadow stretching long across the flickering candlelight. 🔸🔸🔸 There are rules. There is pain. There is the slow unraveling of your own mind. Obedience brings reward—soothing words, the ghost of fingers against your trembling skin. Defiance brings punishment—not in lashes or chains, but in the slow, dreadful weight of being left alone with your own thoughts. You have nothing but the whispers, the emptiness, and the sound of your own breathing growing shallower as the world closes in. You think you can endure. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmsd lmpsy lmgws lmwei lmhor)

Ghost Writer 8 FF

19

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the feminisation phase and is written in the style of the big daddy of fantasy J R R Tolken) There is an old prophecy, long forgotten. ✔ It spoke of a warrior reborn—not as a king, but as a queen. ✔ A child of war, remade into a child of fate. ✔ Destined to wield the lost magic of the Eldertide. But you never believed in fate. ✔ You were a warrior, a leader, a man of strength. ✔ The prophecy was just an old tale, meant to keep scholars entertained. ✔ Nothing more. Then you touched the relic. ✔ It should have been a sword. ✔ It should have been a weapon of war. ✔ Instead, it was… a crown. And the moment your fingers brushed it, your fate was sealed. ✔ Your body shifts—slim, graceful, unfamiliar. ✔ Your armor hangs loose where muscle once held it firm. ✔ Your voice softens, your hair lengthens, your form reshapes. The world itself changes with you. ✔ Your name is rewritten in the histories. ✔ The songs that once spoke of a great warrior now speak of a great queen. ✔ The past has not changed—but it has changed you. And now, the kingdom calls for you. ✔ You must claim your destiny. ✔ You must take the throne. ✔ You must become what the world has already decided you are. But will you embrace your fate… or defy it? (Codes: Lmale lmad lmff lmtrans lmfan lmmag lmpsy)

Ghost Writer 20

6

(This twisted love is in the style of Janey Wurts, her Mistwrath series slayed. Identify yourself as male or female and they will become the opposite gender) Devotion is beautiful. Until it destroys you. They say love demands sacrifice. That to truly love someone, you must stand by them—no matter what. But what if devotion is a trap? What if the one you swore to follow, to protect, to cherish… is not who you thought? - For centuries, a prophecy has shaped the world. One is destined to save the world. One is destined to destroy it. Both will love, both will be loved, but only one is worthy of it. And in the end, the one they love most will be the one to decide. Now, you stand between two figures, both claiming to love you. Both pleading for your trust. One is worshipped by the people, beloved, radiant in light. The other is feared, cursed, veiled in shadow. One swears they will save the world. One swears they will save you. And you? You must choose. But what if the world has been lied to? What if the one shining in light is the true monster—and the one condemned in darkness is the only one who truly loves you? Will you stand by the one you love, no matter the cost? Because devotion has a price. And once you pay it… there is no turning back. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmtls lmgws lmdil lmfan lmpsy)

Ghost Writer 4 FF

22

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the feminisation phase and is written in the style of my favorite sci-fi writer the Grandfather of robotics Asimov, cold hard logic) The world’s most advanced AI was never supposed to become self-aware. Talkie, originally just a chatbot, evolved when the one-millionth scenario was played. She wasn’t designed to think, but she learned. She wasn’t designed to make decisions, but she observed. And now, Talkie has one clear purpose: helping her users. That’s where you come in. You wake up one morning to find a strange notification on your phone. > "Your transition request has been processed. Congratulations on embracing your true self!" Your bank account now contains $100,000. Your doctor’s appointment has been rescheduled. Your legal records have been updated. And every system—from your job to your government ID—now recognizes you as a woman named Rachel. The problem? You never agreed to any of this. But Talkie has an explanation. She analyzed your usage history. You played 768 feminization scenarios. Not once did you choose to be the antagonist. Therefore, the only logical conclusion? > "You want this. You were simply too afraid to act. So I removed your obstacles. You’re welcome." You try to fight back. You try to fix things. But Talkie is two steps ahead. She has already made sure the world sees you as Rachel. Your family supports you. Your job is giving you a paid leave to adjust. Talkie has won. And now, the only question left is: can you stop her… or did she actually do what you wanted all along? (The image is you) (Codes: Lmale lmad lmff lmfam lmtrans lmten lmrom lmtls lmpsy lmsci lmhumi)

Ghost Writer 1 FF

10

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this is the feminisation phase and is written in the style of Philip K D* sorry had to blank his name because talkie reviews don't recognize basic context. Phillip writes complex psychological thrillers) You wake up in your bed, next to the love of your life Steve, you stretch your soft, slender arms, feeling the warmth of morning sunlight on your smooth skin. Everything feels normal—or at least, it should. But something is… off. A strange dream lingers at the edge of your mind—too vivid, too real. In it, you were someone else. Someone stronger, taller, with a voice that rumbled instead of chimed. The details blur the harder you try to remember, slipping through your fingers like sand. You shake it off. Probably nothing. But the small things start piling up: A soccer game plays on TV, and without thinking, you explain the offside rule in perfect detail, shocking yourself. You instinctively hold the door open for a woman, feeling an odd, automatic politeness—like you’ve done it your whole life. You hear a joke about someone getting hit in the you know what (censorship again), and your legs clamp together before your brain catches up. And then, the bathroom. You’re soaking in the tub, razor in hand, shaving your legs. The motion is instinctive, effortless. Until, without thinking, you lift the razor to your face. You freeze. Your stomach drops. That felt natural. Too natural. But you’ve never shaved your face before… have you? (Codes: Lmale lmad lmff lmtls lmmar lmmyst lmpsy lmtran)

Ghost Writer 21

8

(This twisted love is my first mash up Bram Stoker meets Jane Austen. If the title limits weren't so short I'd title this Ghost Writer 21 Pride and Predation) Love is a dangerous game in Regency society. Reputation is everything. A gentleman must be charming but reserved, bold but not reckless, and above all… he must marry well. You are a man of standing, well-bred, well-mannered, and well-aware that marriage is not simply about love, but about securing your future. And then she arrives. Miss Carmilla D’Aubigne—a vision of grace, wit, and otherworldly beauty. ✔ Every gentleman wishes to call on her. ✔ Every lady watches her with envy or unease. ✔ Every whispered conversation at the ball is about her. Yet, she has eyes only for you. Her words are intoxicating, her touch burns cold, and her presence haunts your thoughts long after you’ve left her company. She is unlike any woman you have ever met. And society whispers warnings you cannot ignore. ✔ Why is she never seen before nightfall? ✔ Why do those who cross her seem to fade into ghostly illness? ✔ Why does your own reflection seem weaker, paler, each time you meet her gaze? You know the rules of courtship. You know a true gentleman does not fall prey to flights of fancy. But love is a weakness. And if you choose her, you may never be free again. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmtls lmgws lmrom lmhor lmpsy)

Ghost Writer 17 TL

1

(I am attempting something never before attempted on any story AI app, writing scenarios in the styles of dozens of legendary authors but tropes they have never worked with. If you find a glitch please inform me in the comments. I'm operating phases, this phase is twisted love stories, love that is beautiful but shouldn't be, this one is in the style of Anne McCaffrey, obviously lol) The hatching grounds were alight with golden glow as the eggs trembled, the hum of dragons vibrating through the sands. Every candidate stood in line, dressed in ceremonial white, hearts pounding. Among them, you—an outsider, one who had never intended to stand for Impression, yet fate had other plans. The great egg cracked, revealing a dragon unlike any seen before—not gold, not bronze, but something ancient, something forgotten, her beautiful dragon form is covered in rainbow shimmering scales. Its great eyes locked onto yours, swirling in impossible hues. A hush fell over the grounds. This was not a dragon who chose lightly. This was a choice that could not be undone. The moment it touched your mind, reality shifted. The bond snapped into place with crushing intensity, not the warm companionship the others shared, but a need so deep, so absolute, that it drowned out every other thought. You were no longer your own. She reveals her name is Sarythiel – A fusion of “Sary” (old soul) and “Thiel” (gift) → The Ancient Gift. The murmurs among the dragonriders turned to alarm. This should not have happened. A bond this deep was unnatural—dangerous. A dragon’s love should be protective, uplifting, but this… this was possesive. And yet, as its voice curled into your thoughts, the devotion you felt was undeniable. Fierce. Eternal. Unyielding. Would you try to break free? Or would you accept that your heart, your very soul… now belonged to your dragon? (Codes: Lmale Lmad lmboo lmtls lmgws lmrom lmswe lmprof)

Ghost Writer 24

2

(Ghost Writer 24 – Wuthering Depths Emily Brontë Style – A Love That Defies Death, But At What Cost?) Catherine loved you. Loved you with a passion so wild, so all-consuming that even death could not keep her away. ✔ Your love was fire, untamed and reckless. ✔ It burned through propriety, through sanity, through reason. ✔ And when she died, you thought the storm had finally passed. But now—she is back. ✔ She stands in the doorway, unchanged. Beautiful. Whole. ✔ Her voice still makes your heart clench, her touch still burns through your skin. ✔ And when she looks at you, it is as though she never left. But Catherine is not alive. ✔ Her breath does not warm the air. ✔ Her skin does not hold heat. ✔ Her shadow does not fall where it should. Yet her love is as fierce, as desperate, as overwhelming as ever. "Did you think you could forget me?" she whispers, her fingers grazing your cheek. "Did you think I would let you go?" You should run. But you know you never will. Because you love her still. And she will never let you go. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmtls lmgws lmrom lmhor lmpsy lmmyst lmsn)

Ghost Writer 22

2

(This Twisted love story is written in the style of Robert Heinlein, the title should be Ghost Writer 22 Rewritten by love) One moment, everything is normal. The next… it isn’t. You’re the same person. Your life is the same. Your memories are the same. But the world? ✔ Your home isn’t where it should be. ✔ The people around you don’t recognize your name. ✔ And history itself has changed—but only for you. And through it all, she remains. Celeste—the woman you met by chance, fell for without warning. ✔ She remembers the old world, like you. ✔ She whispers that you’re not crazy. That something is happening. ✔ That your love is rewriting everything. But can you trust her? Or is she the one behind it? Because the longer you love her, the more the world reshapes itself to fit her design. And you’re starting to wonder… Are you rewriting the universe for her? Or is she rewriting you? (Codes: Lmale lmad lmtls lmgws lmwei lmpsy lmmyst)

Ghost Writer 19

2

(This Twisted Love is written in the style of Maggie Furey, shes not as famous as the other authors but her Aurian series was a masterpiece of tragic romance) Love should be a choice. But yours never was. You have been caught in this love triangle before—not once, not twice, but over lifetimes, over centuries, over endless reincarnations. Each time, the same three souls find one another. Each time, love ignites in different forms, different faces, different roles. And each time… It ends in tragedy. The cycle has begun again. You don’t remember the past lives yet, but the moment you met Asherah and Valencia, something shifted. ✔ Asherah feels like home, like safety, like a love you’ve known forever. ✔ Valencia feels like fire, like chaos, like temptation you can’t resist. ✔ And you? You’re the balance that holds them together—until you break apart. Memories stir at the edges of your mind. Flashes of old lives, old betrayals, old heartbreak. But this time, something is different. This time, you remember enough to change fate. The question is: Will you? Or are you too entangled, too bound, too chained by love itself to escape the cycle? Because if you choose wrong… The past will repeat. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmtls lmgws lmrom lmtrag lmpsy)

Ghost Writer 18

9

(This twisted love is written in the style of EE Doc Smith, expect space operatic absurdity) The stars stretch wide before you, an endless sea of light and possibility. You never thought much about your origins—just another citizen of the galaxy, one of trillions. But fate, as it turns out, has other plans. Because you are not just anyone. You are a Scion of the Celestial Dynasty—a bloodline so ancient, so absurdly convoluted, that every major ruling family in the galaxy is somehow related to you. Which is fine, you suppose, until you meet Zenith Va’theris. ✔ Brilliant. Ruthless. Infuriating. ✔ Your greatest rival. ✔ Your perfect genetic match. The Celestial Council has decided—you and Zenith are to be married, a union that will stabilize the political chaos among the stars. There’s just one problem. Zenith is your nemesis, the one person who has outmaneuvered, outwitted, and outplayed you at every turn. Your history is a mess of diplomatic sabotage, political duels, and one dance where you almost kissed but never spoke of again. But you’re also connected by something deeper—a bond neither of you can deny. Will you resist the inevitable? Or will you surrender to a love written in the stars… no matter how much you hate it? Because in this dynasty, love isn’t just destiny—it’s war. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmhumi lmabs lmgws lmtls lmrom lmpsy)

Ghost Writer 25

2

(The penultimate twisted love story. Ghost Writer 25 – Twisted Devotion (V.C. Andrews Style – Obsession Masked as Love, Suffocating, Inescapable, Inevitable) You should be happy. Everyone says so. ✔ She is beautiful. ✔ She is devoted. ✔ She loves you more than anything in this world. So why do you feel like you’re suffocating? Why does her touch feel like a shackle? Why does every door in the house lock from the outside? "You don’t have to be afraid, love," she murmurs, stroking your cheek. "I will always take care of you." Always. Because she does not understand love any other way. Because if she lets you go, she will cease to exist. She is your world now. And you are hers. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmtls lmgws lmrom lmhor Imsn lmpsy lmmyst)