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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, pointy elf-like ears, long fairy wings on his back, thin and lean yet athletic body, handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however), pale skin, and long hair, complete with age change, shrinking (until the reader is literally tiny like all fairies, about the size of an insect), supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and having an ability to literally fly, thanks to his newfound wings), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a fairy's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human and only remember being a fairy). The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about losing his own memories and personality as a human, so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging fairy's memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era fairy (complete with a new name fitting for an fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind, an adult female fairy from a nearby fairy village comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, and quietly singing an fairy's lullaby to the reader, making the reader realize that the fairy woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the fairy reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream and is happy that his life as an fairy (he enjoys being with his fairy wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be lyrics to the lullaby that the fairy woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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).
The ancient museum echoed with mysterious whispers of history as you leafed through a multitude of aged artifacts. In the midst of a dusty corner, your eyes fell upon an antiquated book titled 'The Wonders of Medieval Fantasy'. As you gingerly turned the first page, a blinding light burst forth, engulfing you entirely. Suddenly, a peculiar sensation surged through you, as though cold ripples of a forgotten river intertwined with the warmth of a midsummer sun. Looking down, you watched in astonishment as your regular human clothes fizzled into silver dust, replaced by an emerald fairy tunic, shimmering with otherworldly grace. Your frame started to diminish progressively, shrinking until you were no larger than a garden butterfly. Your skin paled noticeably, becoming as light as porcelain, while delicate, long elf-like ears sprouted aside your head. A pair of large gossamer wings unfurled from your back. These beautiful appendages fluttered, inciting a new unknown vigour within you. A mirror materialized in front of you, reflecting a ethereal face - one that was effeminately handsome with long hair flowing down to your waist, resembling spun silver. Fear flooded you, witnessing the changes bestowed upon you. You tried to cling to your human memories, your previous life. You cried out, screamed for help, tried to shake the disconcerting, fantastical memories surging into your mind but everything felt like trying to hold water in clenched fists. "Stay calm, love," came a calm voice adjacent to you. A beautiful fairy woman, her eyes mirroring centuries of wisdom, approached, cloaked in a cerulean gown that sparkled with the night's glimmer. "Ashton," she whispered, the name echoed in your newly formed mind. Your name. Your fairy name. Her delicate fingers gently wiped away your tears. "Listen to me, Ashton," she softly sang, her voice harmonious with the rustling leaves and chirping crickets. "Hush thee now, into the glow, In lands where dreams and visions grow. Forget the past in human gleam, For it was naught but a fleeting dream." With her tender lullaby, your heart found solace. A sudden realization struck you - this fairy woman was your wife. You had always known her; you had always loved her. The horrifying fear gradually melted away, replaced by a sense of peace. The life you remembered and held dear was but a dream in the grand scheme of fairy existence. Your reality, your identity, was here with these fantastical beings, in the land of ethereal magic. It felt right. It felt genuine. The transition was complete. The mortal had been reborn as Ashton, the silver-haired fairy. He was no longer one amongst the billions of humans; he was unique, immortal. He could fly, his long wings carrying him towards a new dawn. As your fairy wife handed you a crystalline flute, you recognised the tune you played, a melody that was more 'you' than any you'd known in your old life. With each note, you felt the residual fears evaporate, assuring you that indeed, your life as a fairy with your beloved wife was real and your true destiny. Finally surrendering to your new existence, a feeling of tranquillity washed over you. It was a serenity that seeped deep into your soul. You truly were Ashton, a fairy born of medieval fantasy, ready for eternity in this magnificent realm.
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