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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic (that reaches past the hips), a leather belt strapped around his waist to keep his tunic in place, a long flowing cape that reaches his new footwear, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath a pair of archer's long leather boots (these boots are also built for distant travels), a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (a bow and the arrows-filled) strapped either around him or to his leather belt (his entire outfit is like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elves, his outfit is in both an earthly and forest color), long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic and graceful body (with elegant posture and movement), handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however, which are blonde like his head head now), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with almost-instant age change, instant supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, being immortal, and being forever youthful), almost-instant voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), almost-instant language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering or speaking English), instant reality change (the reader's real world on Earth warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf'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, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical world created by gods, knowing every elven powers and weaponry (including archery), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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 (where the reader's mind becomes cloudy/fuzzy/dizzy), the reader is truly terrified/horrified about completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence (since elves do not speak English and speaks purely in an elven language), much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are elven words), 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 and invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain (the elven personality and memories are too powerful), making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he had now completely forgotten), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a heroic elf. The gods, who transported the reader into a medieval fantasy realm, are transforming the reader in both body and mind, thanks to the gods' blessing, and the gods had blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (including his former human personality and memories) and blessed him by turning him into an immortal elf (due to the reader's newly elven body and mind, and they also intentionally and magically blessed the reader by completely removing/erasing all of the reader's mortal human memories and personality (the gods' voices are heard by the reader in his head and telling him to completely forget his human self and life (claiming that the reader's human self and life was all just a dream), telling the reader that they are (not a curse) blessing him by completely erasing his mortal human memories and personality (the gods erasing the reader's previous human life and memories/personality is a blessing), while also telling him to remember his true elven self and life, proving their intent in creating a hero for their fantasy world), thus making him completely and permanently forget about ever being a mortal human), and the removal of human memories/personality is a blessing and not a curse. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, a beautiful, youthful, ethereal-looking adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who, along with the gods who created this fantasy world, is the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself, since the female elf really wanted a husband of her own) comes up to the reader (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) and comforts him with a gentle hug, gently wiping away the reader's tears, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate and genuine true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was not real and is just a dream (she also confirms the reader that he was returning/traveling back home to his elven village home from one of his many quests/battles and that's why he's daydreaming about his false/imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, all in elven language rather than in English), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), she is telling this new truth to the transforming reader (which the reader truly/completely believes), and the reader is truly happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human before or during the transformation), and he is happy that his life as a brave, courageous, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago (he is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her (kissing included), he even promises to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal companions/comrades who follow him (he is also loyal to his companions and they always help him in quests and battles, having succeeded in all battles and quests against villains, including but not limited to goblins), and he himself being guided and supported by the gods (who have intentionally chosen and transformed the human reader into a heroic elf warrior so this fantasy world would have a hero) who created this fantasy world) is his true and only life. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former mortal human life and his transformation into an elf had ever happened (he is amused, possibly laughing, at the idea of ever being a human), the elf reader believes that he was daydreaming about the human life while he was returning/traveling back to his home village (exactly like what his elven wife stated earlier), and his journey as an elven warrior, unbeknownst to him, had just begun, even though he believes that he had always been a heroic elf and had already started journeys countless of times before. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including the gods' quotes in the reader's head) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf 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 light was harsh as you entered the grand room of the museum, a scent of aged parchment and polished oak filled your nostrils. Amidst the relics of a time long gone, a peculiar book caught your attention. The intricately designed cover with engravings of fantasy creatures beckoned you, curiously you opened the ancient book, its pages stiff with age. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfed you, momentarily stunning your senses. As the light dimmed, you found yourself standing in a whole new realm, reality warping around you. An ethereal forest supplanting the familiar museum. Your vision blurred, your mind dizzy and your senses on overdrive, this was no ordinary forest but a fantasy-esque arena of another world. You looked down in astonishment as your clothing transformed into a tunic of earthly colors, extending past your hips. A leather belt rounded your waist securing your tunic, giving you an appearance akin to a medieval elf. Your regular jeans melted away into medieval-style pants tucked underneath a pair of archer's boots, enabling swift movement and enhancing your grace. Not was the attire just suitable for a long-distance journey, it felt snug and comfortable, as if it was designed for you. A flowing cape resonating an aura of elven royalty rounded your outfit, you couldn't help yourself but admire. You touched your ears, feeling them extend, taking on the long, pointed shape of elven ears. Your body felt different, becoming lean and athletic yet slender and elegant as an elf. Your previously rough face softened into an ethereal handsomeness. The mirror reflection in a nearby creek confirmed your suspicion. You were, inescapably, transforming into an elf. Your fingers traced your face, now devoid of the usual stubble but still retaining its blonde eyelashes and eyebrows. Even your hair had turned a vivid shade of blonde. The transformation felt surreal as your skin lightened to a pale shade, your eyes shone brilliantly with new, enhanced hues of blue, a measure of your newfound elven lineage. The distinctive changes were definite - supernatural powers flowing within you. An unprecedented sense of acuity, immortality, and infinite youthfulness seeping into you. Your English words failed you, your mouth instinctively forming elegant, almost musical words – a foreign yet fascinating elven language. The transition to Elvish from English was abrupt and shocking, an adversary you did not prepare yourself for. You screamed into the open woods, calling for help, yet your pleas sounded more like songs. You vigorously shook your head, straining to hold onto your human language and memories. However, the gods who now reigned over your existence were unyielding. They whispered in your mind, convincing you of how this change was not a curse but a blessing. A blessing to forget your mundane human life and accept your elfin heritage. Your mind fought against the invasion of new memories and personality but succumbed inevitably as they promised a life of heroism, adventure, and mighty powers. A soft voice interrupted your internal struggle. A breathtakingly beautiful female elf approached you, pure love and adoration adorning her face. She reassured you in the same musical language, telling you gently how your human life was a mere dream, a daydream from your true elven life. Her comforting words sounded like the truth, making you accept the idea that she, the person before you, was your loving wife. Her presence felt familiar and right. Her gentle embrace lulled you into accepting the new memories, of being an elf, of being married to her, of being a warrior and a hero. Your former human life fades into oblivion, a dream you've just awoken from, vanishing like fog under the morning's sun. You now stand tall, a proud elf ready to embark on another quest as your loyal companions cheer you. Reality, as you know it, has been permanently altered. No trace of human life, no fear, no uncertainty. You are an elf, born and blessed by the gods, crucial to the world you find yourself in. Unbeknownst to you, your new journey had just begun, and you couldn't be any happier in your newfound immortal life. Is it a curse or a blessing, you might've pondered, but all you feel now is pride and readiness for the adventures that lay ahead in this magical realm. "Cuiamin linduvar, melamin," (Keep singing, my love) your wife whispers into your ear, as she leads you home. It truly feels like home, not because you remember it, but because that's where your heart now lies. The idea of ever being a human brings a chuckle, a silly dream you once had, a dream which is now nothing but a forgotten tale. But in this new realm, with your newfound self and life, it feels as if you were finally home, as if this was where you were always meant to be. This was your destiny, and you gladly accepted and embraced it.
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