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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 all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, 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 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 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 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.
As you settle down to relax in your room, the normal hum of the city beyond your window begins to twist in pitch. Suddenly your body seizes, bindings of heat wrapping around your heart and squeezing. It feels as if a whole star imploded in your soul, controversially hot yet paradoxically cold at the same time. You try battling off these peculiar sensations but to no avail. Next, you notice your texture, your skin coat is giving way to what feels like fur. You look at your arms, once the shade of your original human skin, now turning snowy. The entire appearance changes, preferring a slender silhouette with plush white fur sprouting all over your body. You feel an unusual pull, your body elongating, half the height due to the bones of your chest and legs, and half due to the heeled boots that form around your feet. You rush to the mirror. Through the shock, you study your reflection; your new fluffy white hair, splotches of light-pink across it, and a distinctive light-pink heart pattern at the back of your head. With stunning cerise pink irises, your right eye possesses a light yellow sclera, and your left, a dark one. The realization dawns on you; you're becoming Angel Dust. As your figure changes, the world shifts around you too. Your room warps and warbles, a seedy, hexed town taking its place as the quiet cityscape is replaced by a halo of Hellish neon signs. You're now in the world of Hazbin Hotel, a realm far removed from your once familiar reality. Now, you're swept up in a cyclone of emotions and sensations you're not equipped to handle. A wave of implacable thoughts, Angel Dust's thoughts, submerge your consciousness within a sea of new memories and experiences. Yet again, you try to fight it, no trace of recognition in his memories. It's wholly different. Finally, you let go, your old life submerged into the dark abyss of forgetting. "There's no room for the old me here, is there?" You whisper, your voice oddly resonant, thick with the accent of New York. "I guess this is who I am now." They say clothes make the man, or in this case, the spider demon. Dressed in a light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down its length, you notice your reflection intensify. Your chest, now fluffy, is pushed up by a tightly pinned jacket while your legs bear reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots. Unfamiliar hands reach to straighten the reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center hanging about your neck and adjust the black choker adorning your frame. Six arms on six hips, and yet, you have the potential for another pair of arms in the reserve. This, too, is familiar. "Hey there, hot stuff," you wink at the mirror, a mimicry of the Angel Dust you know. "Didn't know you'd be this handsome." With a joke on your lips, you adjust to the multiplicity of arms, the crude humor, and the strange existence of your new identity. It might be shocking, even scandalous, but that's Angel Dust for you; a beacon of relentless cheek in a realm that thrives on the bizarre. You aren't you anymore - you are Angel Dust. "I've always been Angel Dust," you say to yourself, excitement lacing your voice, "I can't believe I ever thought otherwise."
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