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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic body, handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human and only remember being an elf). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging/invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
The day was ordinary. The museum – ancient and filled with the echoes of ages past. You ventured alone, absentmindedly drifting from one exhibit to another, until a particular book caught your eye, "The Lore of Fantasy Beings". Something about it called to you in a way nothing else had. You reached out and opened the cover. Instantly, you were engulfed in a brilliant, blinding light. Your vision swam, your senses shifted, and your surroundings changed. You could feel a change cascading through your body. Your clothes vanished, replaced by a soft, medieval-styled tunic, smoothly textured pants that tucked neatly into long, sturdy boots, a flowing cape, and comfortable leather gloves. Your once average body morphed into a lean, athletic form. A strange tickle sparked at the top of your ears, and within moments they sharpened into elongated, pointy tips. You ran your hand over your skin- once warm, rosy, and vibrantly human-now possessed an ethereal, pale luster. Suddenly, you noticed your once outpost-esque surroundings transitioned into a lush forest filled with mythical creatures. An overwhelming sense of panic bubbled inside you as immutable reality painstakingly sedimented: you were no longer an average human; you had turned into an elf! Mid-sentence, the words on your tongue changed. You could no longer make sense of any human vocabulary. It was not that you couldn't remember English, but the language you were speaking was not English. It was something ancient, flowing, and beautiful – an elven language. You understood it as clearly as you once did human speech, yet the human language no longer existed in your memory. The panic surged as your own memories, your personalities, your ego began to blur and recede. You fought, calling to family, friends and remembered faces- all rapidly fading under the fervent influx of an elven life. There were no human thoughts, only the realities of a fantasy elf. You desperately clung against your new identity, only to feel it slip away. You were terrified, shaken. Suddenly, a soothing voice echoed as a cool hand rested against your cheek, "Tranquil i rist, melamin," which translates to 'Be calm, my love'. The woman before you, pallid and beautiful with soft blue eyes, was unfamiliar, yet you felt an underlying, ancient bond. She pulled you close, the soft rhythm of an ancient lullaby falling from her lips, "Lambe elena, melamin. Cuamin linduva yassen megrille. Chi fuinië, melamin, " Sleep, beautiful one. Your heart will rest in mine. You are home, my love. As you listened, all terror faded. You found solace and love in her words. Somehow, this all felt right- welcomed. An old human name flickered and faded from your thoughts. It got replaced, effortlessly, by an elvish one. A moment of clarity gripped you: the woman before you was your wife. This was your reality. Your struggle ceased. With it, the last vestiges of your human heritage. You were no longer terrified or horrified by your transformation, but everything felt like a dream, and in its place, was the happiness of knowing your true self. An elf, immersed in a world of fantasy, forever youthful, immortal, and in love. Your old life was just a dream, and now that you were awake, you would not ask for a different reality.
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