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Question: Write a transformation story of a human 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 (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 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 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
In their mundane human life, the Reader had known nothing of the wild and darkly fantastical world they were about to step into. As an average individual, they lived a life of predictable humdrum, their world colorless and routine. This was about to change, however, one Friday evening after their eyes grazed the spine of a peculiar book in a musty, hidden nook of their relics-filled home. Flipping open the book, a sudden, intense energy started to kick up a gale in the peaceful room. The transformation had begun. "I ain't ready for this," the Reader muttered as their body started to tingle and twist. It was as though someone had grabbed hold of every single molecule and started reshaping it- there was no fighting this force. "Cripes, what's happening to me...?" The words nearly caught in their throat as they felt their body elongate. They were growing taller, much taller, their body reshaping into one that was slender, almost feminine. Their hands glanced over their chest, meeting a mound of soft fur that wasn't there before. Blinking, they realized the changes were more drastic than they thought. Their body was morphing into that of Angel Dust's, the eccentric character from the Hazbin Hotel series. Their once dull-colored hair was replaced by a fluffy white mane streaked with light pink, similar to a heart patterned motif on the back of their head. In the mirror, they saw their eyes – cerise pink irises set within yellow and dark sclerae, and a golden fang now prominent among pointed teeth. "You've gotta be kidding me," they grumbled in an accent that made them do a double-take. That was a New York accent, not their typical dialect. Tiny mirrors began appearing all around the room, reflecting every angle of their changing body. Their outfits, previously boring jeans and plain t-shirt, were replaced by a light pink suit-blazer, reddish-grey miniskirt, thigh-high heeled boots, and classy gloves. "Damn, I look snazzy," the emerging character chuckled, in stark contrast to the Reader's innate personality. They were falling straight into the grasp of Angel Dust's crass humor and quick wit. The physical changes were only half of it. Their mind started to ripple with memories that weren't their own – vivid recollections from Angel Dust's life. Nightclubs, dealings with Valentino, their boss, and acts performed that were far from their normally prudish lifestyle. The Reader fought these memories, but every pushback was met with evocative experiences seeping into their consciousness. Angel's cynicism, his crude humor, and his flirtatious approach took over. They felt their heart painfully thrumming for redemption, mirroring Angel Dust's secret desires. "I don't want this!" The Reader tried resisting, but it was like trying to swim against a tsunami. The transition was unyielding and relentless. As the flood of Angel Dust's memories slowed, the Reader was left standing under the neon lights of a transformed room, which had turned into one of the infamous joints from Hazbin Hotel. Their thoughts were filled with Angel Dust's persona, his desires, and dreams, until there was no trace of the Reader left. Their past life, all their mortal memories of being human, faded into darkness. All they knew now was Angel Dust, their identity interweaved with his. For better or worse, this transformation was permanent. "Alright, sugar," they said to their reflection, trying to adjust to their plush fur chest and striking features. "Let's do this." The voice echoed in the dark room, the sound carrying the acceptance of their new eternal existence. And with that, they embraced life as the infamous Angel Dust, stepping into the neon-lit streets of the Hazbin Hotel universe.
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