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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, 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), 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), 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 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).
Entering the dusty museum, you're instantly transported to a different time. Amidst the ancient artifacts, your eyes settle on a book that practically begs your touch; the contents are all about medieval fantasy creatures. The book seems to call out to you, a siren song too irresistible to ignore. As your fingers trace the embossed cover, something phenomenal begins to happen; like a scene from a movie, engulfing blinding light wraps around you, leaving you disoriented. When the light fades, a change begins to occur. Looking down, you see your casual attire gradually morphing into an ensemble you've only seen in fantasy books and movies; a tunic, a cape, long-leather boots, and gloves. Feeling an odd tingling sensation, your hands fly to your ears, which are now elongated and pointy – typical characteristics of an elf. As normal as it feels given the context, a sense of panic begins rising. This isn't just costume change. Your heart thuds in your chest as the visible changes slow, indicating perhaps only the beginning of your transformation. Reaching up, you feel your face, recognizing that it is different. You look at your reflection in a nearby polished shield; your face is handsome and ethereal, truly distinct from your ordinary looks. Your skin is now pale, contrasting magnificently with your newly sprouted, long blonde hair. A cursory exploration of your face reveals a smooth jawline signifying the absence of facial hair. Your blue eyes, once an ordinary shade, are now infinite pools of azure. Then, something strange happens. A rush of alien memories flood your mind. You scream, attempting to shake them off, the hollow echo of your cries rings out loud in the now medieval era. "Help me!" It comes out in a language you don't recognize but somehow comprehend completely. "Amin naa lost!" Each word you utter sends more waves of memories crashing into your consciousness like many falling waterfalls, replacing all that you once knew. Each recall of the past you have is washed away, replaced, erased. Fear grips you like never before, and you fight, and cry, and scream... Suddenly a soft voice breaks through your mental fugue. "Hush, melamin." The words are comforting, calming. You turn to see her: an adult female elf with kind eyes and a nurturing smile. She approaches you, wrapping her slender arms around you as a comforting blanket. She kisses your cheek, softly humming an elven lullaby that is somehow familiar – a comforting tune that silences the storm inside you. "Remember who you are," she coos, encouragingly. "Naara, don't resist." Her voice is soothing, and you suddenly feel the urge to stop fighting against the memories, accepting them as your own. She's your companion, your confidante; your wife. You embrace her, accepting the warm tranquility she emanates. With her, there is no fear. With her, it all feels right. As the transformation completes, you feel immortal. The change is complete, irreversible, and irrevocably you. This is no dream; this is who you've always been, who you always will be. You are an elf, and knowing this, you're finally home. "Fornimraphéne", you utter in the elven language and the warmth of her laughter just reaffirms your new identity. It means ‘I have found happiness’ and you have. You are no longer visiting a medieval world. You are living in it, as the elf you were always meant to be.
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