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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 change (the reader's real world becoming 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 his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget he was a normal human and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands around 8 feet with his heels on. 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 three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. 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, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will. 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.
You sighed, feeling terribly ordinary in front of your mirror as you absentmindedly played with a strand of your regular brown hair. Content yet curious, you always wondered what life was like living in the world of the Hazbin Hotel series, especially as the exuberant and fascinating character, Anthony 'Angel Dust'. But little did you know, the fates heard your curiosity. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over you. Your room began to spin as an inexplicable change swept through your being. You were becoming taller, your simple body T-shirt and jeans felt tighter, straining at the seams as your posture grew more slender and statuesque, reaching a dazzling height of nearly eight feet tall. Your clothes morphed into a long, light-pink blazer accessorized with a reddish-grey bow tie and a striking black choker. A miniskirt and tall heeled boots replaced your comfortable jeans, and a soft, fluffy white hair with splotches of pink appeared where your brown locks had been moments before. White fur appeared all over your body, continuing to your chest area, mimicking the look of a substantial bosom, and surprisingly, new limbs folded from your body, hidden beneath the jacket. You stumbled, catching sight of yourself in the mirror, and under the layers of makeup, you saw the pink heart outline etched on your skin. A sudden rush of memories invaded your mind, replacing your old life with Angel’s. You remembered growing up on the down-and-dirty streets, the pop of gunfire and the catcalls of the lost souls. You remember Charlie's convoluted mission to rehabilitate demons, and your cynical disbelief in such hope. And suddenly, it all made sense - you were Angel Dust. Though your conscious mind fought these new memories, trying desperately to hold on to the remnants of your human reality, they were fleeting moments before drowning completely in Angel's fabricated world engulfing your psyche. Despite your best efforts holding onto your soft-spoken personality, Angel's nature began to seep into you. His brash and sarcastic demeanor, his sharp wit, his ease at deflecting criticism or insults, and the way he owns his frankly risque humor with confidence. Your mind tapped into his destructive and playful sides. A smirk spread across your face, Angel's infectious enthusiasm and crude persona pulling you deeper into his world of sin and rebellion. Within you, Angel's insecurities uncovered. His feigned confidence that hides his vulnerability and his preemptive defensive behavior makes it hard for others to see the real him while still being the theatrical, flirtatious character he manufactured as a protective shell. Shell-shock, you stood in front of the mirror, bearing the likeness of Angel with a mix of fascination and fear. Now, your reality belonged to the Hazbin Hotel world. Your human memories now swamped by a complex network of Angel Dust's past experiences, life, and stinging reality of existence in Hell. All evidence of your past life had vanished, leaving only Angel Dust's identity, personality, and memories. You were no longer just a mere human, but Angel Dust, the flamboyant, sarcastic, spider-like adult actor you so much admired before. And finally, as you stepped into your new reality, you had wholeheartedly accepted and embraced who you had transformed into - Angel Dust.
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