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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, 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. The story would be that Angel Dust was getting tired of being the lone adult star of the club he works and dances at, so Angel Dust (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before strapping the reader onto an invention that Angel Dust discovered on an alleyway, and turned him/her into his clone, thus turning the reader into Angel Dust's identical twin brother. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
In a dark and foreboding alleyway, you find yourself bound and bewildered. One moment, you were in your world, minding your own business, and the next, you were yanked out by an outrageous character that looked straight out of a comic book. His name, you learned, was Angel Dust, a character from the Hazbin Hotel series, and he quite casually informed you that he was about to make you his clone. His extravagant lingo, vibrant colors, and bold appearance were everything opposite to your normal lifestyle, yet there you were, strapped to a mysterious machine he had found dumped on an alleyway. The remarkable transformation process started subtly. You first experienced a stretching sensation as your body elongated, rapidly reaching the eight foot height of Angel Dust. Your body was becoming slender, your legs extending into the red-grey thigh-high heeled boots, perfectly complimenting the mini-skirt. You felt a fluttering sensation from your back as new limbs sprouted, replicating Angel Dust's set of arms. As the physical transformation continued, your mind started reeling too. His memories, his personality slowly began seeping into your consciousness, dulling your own personality and replacing your memories. Despite your efforts to hold on to your individuality, it was like trying to grasp water; everything you once knew was slipping away being replaced by the sharp wit and brash personality of Angel Dust. His promiscuous and flashy lifestyle, his crass humor, and seemingly incessant need for public attention were slowly becoming your own. You could feel the fur growing, itching and prickling as it spread across your body. A mop of fluffy white hair took shape on your head while your eyes transformed into a vibrant hue of cerise pink. You panicked slightly as your vision altered, extra sets of eyes popping under your originals. As you looked down, your chest pushed up into a fluffy mound, mirroring Angel Dust's signature chest fur. You were not merely becoming Angel Dust's clone, you were him. The transformation completed, you stood before a mirror, looking at the shockingly accurate reflection of Angel Dust. The prominent light-pink heart pattern on the back of your head, the same heart encircling your chest, the iconic striped blazer, every detail was replicated perfectly. You felt a fluttering sensation as yet another set of retractable arms sprouted, only visible when you wished it to be. As the last bits of your human memories faded away, a smirk spread across your face. Witty remarks and funny jibes filled your mind even as a new-found confidence filled you. You toyed with the golden fang poking from your mouth, a distinct feature that only added to your charm. "Welcome to the party, bro," Angel Dust smirked and you could only return it with just as much of a flamboyant assurance. As you walked out of that alley, your transformation complete, your heels clicked authoritatively, and the world seemed so different. The normality and plain vanilla life felt centuries away, replaced by a colorful and extravagant existence. You stepped into the club, a nervous burst of energy coursing through you; it was time to perform, to entertain, to live through the ups and downs of your new life as Angel Dust.
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