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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), 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 all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) 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 a New York accent. 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 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 gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). 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. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As the transformation begins, the small boy starts feeling strange, an unfamiliar feeling of aging taking over. Like a fast-forwarding time-lapse, his body begins to stretch and grow, reaching a towering height of over 8 feet. His transformation isn't simply physical, but mental as well. A New York accent starts to creep into his speech, his vocabulary rapidly expanding with a mix of rehearsed lines and snide remarks. "I-I don't understand... what... what is happening?" The boy stammers, his voice starting to deepen, "'M-Mom, Dad'..." he begins, his voice shuddering in sheer confusion. Yet, the names felt like distant memories, replaced with images and memories that weren’t his. Gasping, the boy’s fingers dig into his steadily morphing body - fluffy white fur starting to sprout all over. His clothes start to change - a slim suit-blazer, a miniskirt, and thigh-high heeled boots that clung to his newly elongated legs. A mirror appearance before his eyes didn’t show his reflection but rather that of... Angel Dust? "No... This ain’t possible," he mumbled, running his newly formed hands through the mop of white hair now sprouting from his head, detecting light pink streaks on it. The boy’s eyes widen in horror as he moves his hand to touch his face, feeling six eyes instead of two, three pink spots under each eye, and a single gold fang amongst a mouthful of sharp, pointed teeth. His body had never felt so alien, and as he frantically felt for a nose or ears, his world began to distort. "Wait a minute... I am I... or am I... Angel Dust?" His eyes widened. "No... I... I aint' no demon... I am... I am..." The boy whispers, trying his best to recall his name, but finding it vanishing from his memories. Suddenly, the world shifted around him. The mundane reality he'd known his entire life twisted and morphed. The colors, sounds, and sights morphing into the grotesque, bustling world as seen in Hazbin Hotel. His emotions ran hot, a cocktail of fear, dread, unease and thrill. His sweet-natured demeanor was replaced with blunt, yet eloquent sarcasm. The taste of power tainted his tongue, along with the bitterness of resentment and fear. His mind began to fill with the memories - the experience of being Angel Dust, the pain, the bravado, the lifestyle, the fame in Hell despite his trauma and abuse. "Ah, c’mon babe... the world ain’t ready for ol’ Angel Dust..." The kid's voice was entirely gone. In its place was the deep, grating voice of the infamous demon. He rolled his eyes sentimentally, a trace of melancholy buried beneath the sarcasm. Try as he might, his past was fading, melting away like a snowflake in summer. The nine-year-old boy was now Angel Dust and Angel Dust he would remain. Who would think that this brash, sarcastic, controversial demon was a child full of dreams and innocence once?
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