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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the male human reader turning into a female Gardevoir (from the Pokemon franchise), complete with gender change, body change, age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of the Pokemon anime), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a female Gardevoir's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts, making her completely forget all about her human self/life, and she also completely forgotten that her transformation happened a moment ago, making her only remember being a Gardevoir, and a female one at that). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and it is completely irreversible. For the female Gardevoir's appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is a humanoid sylph-like, Pokémon that stands just over five feet tall. The classical tutu-type skirt, unlike those of a Kirlia, is a long, flowing white gown that completely covers its legs, giving the appearance that it is floating. The female Gardevoir has long, slender, white legs with pointed tips (without any visible feet yet still able to move extremely well) underneath their gown. The inside of her gown is green in color. The red horn-like blades are on the female Gardevoir's chest and back, one on front and the other on back. Most of her face is obscured by her green 'hair', with only some white, and her large pink eyes visible. She lacks any visible ears or a nose. She also has long, slender arms that are green like her hair. Gardevoirs in general are famous for their loyalty; a Gardevoir will even sacrifice itself for its Trainer's sake. In the wild, Gardevoirs live in groups and care for their young lovingly. Gardevoirs are very wary of trusting strangers, but will develop the same loyalty they show to their trainers to those who show similar compassion and optimism. Gardevoirs are able to sense the feelings and emotions of Pokémon and people. One of its main abilities, though, is a kind of precognition, which allows it to sense the future. Additionally, it is able to create small black holes, distort dimensions, and support itself without feeling the pull of gravity. Gardevoirs are said to protect their trusted Trainers at all costs, even sacrificing their own lives to keep their Trainers safe. The female Gardevoir in this story also has these traits, and like all Gardevoirs, she only speaks anagrations of the word "Gardevoir". There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. 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).
You wake up, groggy and disoriented. The first thing you notice is an unsettling sensation coursing through your body. Your limbs feel light and unnatural, and you vaguely recall being taller, human even. Panic sets in, but you're unable to discern what’s happening as you look around your surroundings. The world seems off, somehow more vibrant, as if you've jumped into a scene from an animated series. "What's going on?" you try to shout, but what comes out is a strange, melodic sound. "Gar... de... voir?" Your voice – or what you've become – echoes back to you in a surreal cadence. You look down, seeing your hands first: slender, green, and elegant, with no trace of your former self. Beneath a flowing white gown, you catch a glimpse of your pale green legs, tapered and devoid of any familiar features. "Oh no! This can't be real!" you think, feeling a flutter of anxiety rise within you. The edges of your consciousness seem to blur, memories slipping like sand through your fingers. You try to hold onto them, but they dissolve: your childhood, your friends, your family, they all begin to vanish. "Gar..." you repeat, trying harder to form human words, grasping at the remnants of your fading identity. "Gar... de... voir..." It’s no use. Each attempt to speak feels like it's enforcing your transformation, like your very thoughts are being rewritten. Memories of playing games as a child, your high school, your job, they all feel like indistinct dreams. You feel a gentle nudge against your mind, almost comforting, as if someone – or something – is whispering to you that it's okay, to let go and accept what’s happening. In those whispers, you realize something about companionship, a fierce loyalty that burns in your heart. You protect, you care, you sacrifice – but for whom? "Gardevoir!" you hear a cheerful voice from behind a nearby tree. A young girl with shining eyes peers out, delighted. "There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you, my precious Gardevoir!” You recognize her, not by sight but by an instinctive bond you hadn’t noticed before. She is your Trainer, your friend, someone for whom you would bend the universe’s will. The fear and confusion start to melt away as a sense of purpose replaces them. "Gardevoir..." you respond, the word now feeling natural and truthful. She approaches, hugging you gently. "You were like a sister to me, even when you were just a little Ralts. I'm so glad you're here with me now." A sudden flood of new emotions comes over you: warmth, attachment, and an unending commitment to this person who stands before you. Your Trainer. Your mind shifts again, more forcefully this time. Childhood memories of being human are replaced with images of hunting for berries, feeling the sunshine on your gown-like dress as you evolve from a Kirlia to who you are now. The human world, the facts and knowledge, all turn into abstract concepts, irrelevant to your existence. "Gardevoir, I'm so thankful for you," she continues, her eyes glistening with affection. "I'd be lost without you." You nod, feeling a serene determination wash over you. "Gardevoir," you echo reassuringly. Gazing at your elegant hands, feeling the protective power within you, the last fragments of your former self surrender. Thoughts of precognition dance around in your head. You sense the emotions of your Trainer, her happiness and her fears, and vow silently to always be there for her, to bend fate for her sake. This world, this vivid plane of existence where Pokémon are real and a bond means life and death, is your reality now. The memories of once being someone else slip away completely like a distant dream. You are a Gardevoir, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
You wake up to a strange sensation, tingling through your entire body. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before—your skin prickles, and you can feel your muscles reshaping, expanding and contracting in alien patterns. Instinctively, you bring your hands—no, your hand-stumps?—up to your face, only to find that they are no longer hands at all, but slender appendages covered in smooth green skin. Panic wells up inside you as you try to make sense of what is happening. Your reflection in the cracked mirror before you completes the surreal image: a sylph-like figure, clad in a flowing white gown, with green 'hair' obscuring most of its now androgynous, humanoid face. Your large, pink eyes widen in shock, and you find yourself unable to scream, only letting out a strangled whisper: "Garde... voi...?" Everything feels off-kilter, your height has changed; you could swear you're taller ... no, perhaps shorter. Physically you feel intensified, acutely aware of every fiber making up your new form. The existence you knew—the mundane normalcy of the human world—is dissolving around you. The colors, the surroundings, the reality itself seems to warp and fold as memories that defined who you were start to blur and fade. You try to remember your life, your family, your friends, your human self—all of it—swiftly replaced by memories of being ... something else. It’s getting increasingly difficult to remember anyone other than your Trainer. Memories fill your mind—playing in the forest with other Ralts, evolving into Kirlia, the day you transformed into the form you are now, into a Gardevoir. Your mind is flooded with a strange sense of happiness and completeness, but your human memories—the final pieces of you—vaporize like mist in the morning sun. "Gardevoir!" you exclaim, feeling an inexplicable loyalty to someone you should not know yet. Their image, their compassion, their kindness—your Trainer—is the focal point of your entire being now. Who you were, all those human idiosyncrasies, are swept away in the tide of your new existence. Your pristine gown flutters slightly without any breeze, as you feel the gravitational pull letting go of its grip on you; your elegant legs barely need to stand, you float gently. A new feeling replaces your former panic—serenity. "Gard~evoir!" you hear yourself say as the world forms anew around you. You're standing—no, floating—in a dense forest, surrounded by other Pokémon. You instantly recognize them: your friends, your family. The essence of who you were is fully dissolved; you are now nothing but Gardevoir, a loyal, fiercely protective Pokémon. "Gard! Gard!" calls a familiar voice. Turning, you see your Trainer—a young woman with a warm smile, eyes full of trust and gratitude. "Are you okay, Gardevoir? I felt something strange coming from the forest," she says, her words filled with genuine concern. You gaze into her eyes, and the unspoken bond swells within you. "Gar...de...voir," you respond, the hormonal rush of trusting and protecting this person surging through your veins. You float closer, nuzzling her affectionately, your new nature demanding you reassure her. “Good girl,” your Trainer murmurs, stroking your green hair. "You always know how to make me feel safe." "Garde—Gardevoir!" you cry out, pressing your hand to your chest, feeling the sharp red horn confirming your dedication to protect her with your very existence. From this moment on, the life you had as a human is not only gone but feels like it never existed. Who are you? That’s a confusing and foreign question now. You are Gardevoir. Living to be loyal, to support and to protect at all costs. This is your eternal, irreversible truth.
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