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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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. 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).
Walking into the museum, your eyes scan around the room. You quickly gravitate towards a collection of historical artifacts and old books - a passion that has always held your attention. One book, in particular, catches your attention. The aged, dust-covered leather binding seems to whisper something. Curiosity piqued, you reach out for it. As your fingers gently lift the aged cover, a blinding light emerges from the pages that suddenly envelops the room. Your vision whites out and a strange sensation fills you, as if your entire body is being reshaped, resized, remolded, all at once. You cry out, but even your voice sounds different – higher, purer. Everything changes in an instant. Your clothes morph into a lavender tunic, a dark emerald cloak wrapping around your shoulders, neatly tailored medieval-styled pants, and long boots. You feel light thanks to the feather-like material, unique and alien. Raising a leather-gloved hand, you touch your ears, now elongated and pointed. It's strange, yet simultaneously familiar. Your body now feels lean, lithe, but inherently powerful. The chiseled and etherial face you see in your hand’s reflection seems otherworldly: A pair of wide, captivating blue eyes stare back at you, an ethereal glow to their depths. Blonde hair, long and silky, cascades past your shoulders. Your skin is pale as moonlight, no facial hair mars the perfection of your face. Your human identity is slowly forgotten, memories as a mortal human are fading. The sensation of losing yourself grips you. You attempt to fight back, screaming in English for your family, your friends, anyone to help. Tears sting in your eyes. But even as you do so, your language shifts during mid-sentence, becoming a language more melodic and fluid than what you've known-Elvish, the language of the Elves. *"Amin feuya ten' lle!"* The English words morph into Elvish, meaning ‘My spirit fades from me!’. But you can't remember its previous meaning, only the Elvish interpretation. Suddenly, a serene female voice sings to you, a soothing lullaby in this alien language. You turn around frantically, jumping slightly at the sight of a strikingly beautiful elf woman, her eyes full of worry and care, approaching you. She places a gentle hand on your cheek, offering you a small, reassuring smile. *"Mela en' coiamin, lle maa lle omentienya. Lasta lenya, maa en' coiamin"*, she murmurs, her voice soft and gentle. Her words translate to ‘Love of my life, you are my destiny. Listen to my voice, you are in my life.’ The fear within you diminishes, replaced by warmth, love, and something else—recognition. You've always known this woman. She’s been your companion, your confidant, your love. You feel her hands squeezing yours and you return the gesture, whispering a tear-stricken *"I love you"* in your newfound language. Your old human world, life, and language are no more as you are reborn into your new identity as a fantasy Elf. With newfound memories, reality, personality, and supernatural abilities, you not only fit into this world of magic and mythical creatures, but belong. As you smile at your Elf wife and wipe away your tears, the human you once were is all but a fleeting dream in the wind, replaced by the everlasting reality of being an Elf. You are grateful for the metamorphosis, as the elven world is your true home, and your elven wife is your true love.
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