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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader turning into an identical clone of Crimson (Moxxie's father from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's efforts on fighting those new personality and memories). For Crimson's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade, rather than digitigrade. One of Crimson's fangs is a golden fang. Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. The story would be that Crimson is still filled with hatred against I.M.P, since I.M.P crewmembers led by him stopped the forced wedding of his son Moxxie to Chazwick Thurman (who is now deceased and his toothed jaw is now just a house decoration in Crimson's house), and (unbeknownst to reader) is self-aware and he hated how the reader is laughing at his defeat. So out of supernatural reasons and revenge against I.M.P, he briefly leaves the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and bring him/her to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world. However, rather than Crimson killing the reader, he strapped the reader onto an invention that Crimson discovered on an alleyway, and turned reader into his clone, thus turning the reader into Crimson'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.
(interactive reader transformation story) This wasn't how you had imagined your afternoon to go by any means. One moment you were sitting on your couch, watching your favorite show Helluva Boss, laughing out loud at Crimson's sudden downfall. The next, you were somehow seized into another reality, brought here by the very demon you were laughing at just moments ago. "Crimson? You're...You're real?" You stuttered, eyes wide as dinner plates as you took in the imposing figure standing before you. "Surprised, darling?" His voice was thick and gravelly, a smug grin splayed across his face. "I could hear your laughter all the way from where I am... it hurt my pride," he sneered, before signaling to one of his henchmen to strap you on to a bizarre, ominous-looking machine. "What... What is this?" You demurred; a bead of sweat trickling down your brow. "You'll see." He gave a wicked smile, and with the hit of a large, threatening button, your world started to change. The sensation was too much; a stretch, pull, alteration was unfolding. Your body was changing, transforming and it wasn't something you foresaw or welcomed. You tried to fight against it, tried to resist the unsettling sensations, however, your struggles were in vain. You felt your body stretching upwards, gaining height, and an imposing stature. You gasped as your hair cascaded down your back, turning as white as snow. You could feel a pair of jagged horns pushing against your hair, now black and white striped. Amidst all of this, the world around you seemed to grow larger as you got on your tiptoes, your feet elongating and turning plantigrade. You felt movement by your waist, looking down you saw a tail—a crooked, bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of your new tail fork. But the changes were not just physical. Your personality began to warp too. You felt an odd surge of ruthlessness that simply wasn't there before. Memories began to flood your mind, memories of abuse and fear, of the power that came with being the crime boss. The clothes on your body began to transform too, becoming tailored to fit your new form. A red high-collar shirt that gripped your neck changing into a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. The pants you now wore were a dark blue which also had thin red stripes and your shoes turned into black and red-heeled dress shoes. Once it stilled, the only thing that was left was your own irresistibly formidable personality amid an identity that was uncannily similar to Crimson. Crimson— your clone, smirked at your bewilderment. "Don't put up a fight, brother. You're just like me now." Your mind swirled, a whirlpool of emotions and memories that weren’t your own. Looking down at your new body, you realized with a start that he was right. You were indeed a perfect clone of Crimson, both mentally and physically. Suddenly, the sound of laughter rang out behind him. The familiar I.M.P crew. "Well, this isn't how we pictured our day to go either." But unlike before, the laughter didn't sound friendly. It was threatening, as were their expressions. You were no longer the reader, the innocent bystander. You were Crimson, their enemy. Your new memories told you so, your new personality felt it. With that eerie jittery feeling in your gut, you knew. Things were about to get a whole lot messier.
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