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Question: Write a transformation story of the reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts, making him/her completely forget he was a normal human and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Your day had started out normally enough. The dull drone of day-to-day life was just as predictable as always. You were balancing work and your personal life just fine, with the same routine and sameness. But this day was different. This was the day you inexplicably transformed into Anthony, or “Angel Dust” from the Hazbin Hotel series. As the sun set, something strange happened. You felt an intense shiver run through you. It was like a million pinpricks all over your body. If you were a female, you would feel your physiological features changing, your body becoming slender, long, and distinctly masculine. Age no longer mattered, as you seemed to change into an unknown young adult. Your height started to increase gradually. You stretched higher, taller than anyone you used to know in your former life. Your once-known reality began to distort, the familiar landscape of your world warping. Buildings transformed into hellish versions of themselves, the sky turning a sinister crimson. You were no longer in your former world, you were in Hazbin Hotel, the show you used to watch, but now it was your reality. Gradually, memories started to flood into your mind. Memories that were not your own, but soon would be the only ones you possessed. Your past was eroding, being replaced by Angel’s history. You remembered your spider-like life and the attacks you faced, everything was as vivid as if you had lived it yourself. Despite your best efforts to hold onto who you once were, Angel's personality began to seep into your veins, replacing your previous self. Your body became entirely enveloped in white fur, a mop of fluffy white hair growing out from your head. Splotches of light pink spread across the fur, and your chest adorned the light-pink outline of a heart, extending down to your lower torso. Every inch of your body transformed into Angel's. You observed your appearance, even your slit pupils turned cerise pink, and your teeth sharpened into pointy fangs, one of them glistening golden. On your face, cerise-pink dots appeared, mimicking freckles. Looking down at yourself, you saw your chest poking out prominently, even though it was just a fluffy mound of fur. Your attire changed into a light pink suit-blazer with horizontal stripes, a reddish-grey miniskirt, and thigh-high heeled boots of the same hue. A reddish-grey bowtie bloomed around your neck, along with a black choker. Looking down at your arms, you saw that there were now four – no, six. Additional limbs you had obtained during the transformation process. All of a sudden, you felt a rush of brashness fill you. The witty and sarcastic personality traits weren't unfamiliar, but now they felt natural. The old you, the 'human' part of you, faded slowly. In its place, there was now only Angel Dust. You felt an intense pull towards attention, a hunger for the spotlight, complimenting your stylish and confident demeanor. Without realizing, you opened your mouth, "Eh, what's that look? You never seen a superstar before?" Your voice was light and confident, but behind it, you could sense a hidden insecurity. You chuckled, "Everyone's a critic." No matter how hard you tried, your memories were replaced with Angel’s, making you forget you were ever human. The transformation was complete. You were no longer the person you were. You were Angel Dust. The transformation was permanent. There was no going back.
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