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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, long and pointy elf-like ears, long insect-like fairy wings on his back, 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, and long hair, complete with age change, shrinking (until the reader is literally tiny like all fairies, about the size of an insect just like all fairies (who are all also insect-sized), making the entire world around gigantic compared to him now), supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal, forever youthful, and having an ability to literally fly effortlessly, thanks to his newfound fairy wings), language shift (changing from English to a fairy's language (which is a type of 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 fairies, elves, goblins (the fairies' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a fairy'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 a fairy). 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to a fairy's language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, but to no avail and all he said are fairy's words), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming and calling 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 fairy's memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life, as well as his English language (which is now completely foreign to him), and he only remembers being a medieval-era fairy (complete with a new name fitting for a fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). During this time and due to the reader's changing personality (in which his personality is becoming more child-like, just like all fairies), to his horror and without his previous consent, he starts to genuinely smile and he is truly making child-like giggles due to his emerging child-like happiness despite being scared (at the same time) of losing his mortal/human memories and personality (he tries to stop smiling as well as attempting to stop giggling and tries to cry and show fear instead, but all of this is completely futile and he continues to giggle, smile, and becoming happier and he is enjoying it, all of it against his will). While the now-fairy reader is undergoing his personality change and to aid in the reader's transforming mind and his increasingly-childlike personality, a female fairy (who also has child-like personality like all fairies) from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into a fairy himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, quietly singing a fairy's lullaby to the reader, telling him that his human life was only a dream, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy and a husband to the female fairy who's comforting him), making the reader realize that the fairy woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the fairy reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous and mundane human life was only a dream (being completely fictional unlike the reality of medieval fantasy) and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, child-like joy, child-like innocence, child-like curiosity, and child-like wonder (like all fairies) is his only true life, having enjoyed being with his fairy wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa), he has married centuries ago. After all that transformation, the now-fairy reader and his female fairy wife both laugh/giggle in affection and then kiss each other affectionately, since they both genuinely love each other, before the reader and his wife start flying with both their wings back to their home in the fairy village. 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 fairy language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those fairy's 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).
Cool sunlight filters through the museum window as you meander, engrossed in the artifacts of yore. Within a glass case, an ancient book piques your interest. Its title, inscribed in golden ink, reads "Creatures of Medieval Fantasy". Hypnotized by curiosity, you open the book. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfs you. First, a strange sensation bubbles beneath your skin. It spreads, contorting and remolding you. Your figure becomes slender, replacing your previously average male form. The once loose fabric of your clothes tightens around a new athletically lean physique, transforming into a fairy tunic that barely brushes your thighs. Ironically, you barely have time to cringe at the unexpected change in fashion sense. Your brows furrow in confusion as the pinch in your ears continues. Your ears all but unfold from your head, elongating into elegant elf-like appendages. Even as you reel from the bizarre sensation, a tickling sprouts along your back. You stretch tentatively and hear the audible fluttering of long insect-like wings sprouting from your shoulders. Within a fragmented moment, the world seems to expand. Buildings tower enormous, even the once humble museum desk is as tall as a mountain. Recognizing your diminutive stature, panic bubbles in your chest at this now gargantuan reality compared to the tiny you. The age lines in your skin fade away, reducing you to your prime, youthful appearance. You feel invincible, an undeniable sense of immortality charges through your veins. Suddenly your head swirls as if dipped into cold water, your mind chaotically clouded with sights and sounds unfamiliar. Your thoughts start shifting, changing, molding. "No," you scream to the silence, "I recognize this language... English... Why is it fading away?" Your pleas come out in elven, words smooth and melodic tumble out effortlessly. You struggle, trying to voice your fear, but it's as if English has become foreign, unattainable. You fight, calling for your family and friends, but even their memory fades away, replaced with visions of a medieval fantasy world. Horror prickles your heart as your human memories wilt like autumn leaves, its place taken by wholly different, more alien experiences. You remember a beautiful village adorned with tinkling bells and radiant fireflies, every surface coated in sparkling dew. You feel a profound sense of home, the sight stirring waves of warmth in your heart. Your battle to retain your human identity becomes fruitless. Fear instills in you as childish giggles escape your lips unbidden. You struggle to keep a grim expression but find your features pulled into a joyful smile instead. Dread battles new emerged child-like happiness, the two emotions clashing, churning. A comforting presence approaches, a woman with sparkling wings and a gentle smile. Her elven words weave around you like a soothing balm, "Kë'ama tu sanë'isi, lena humän lifë wasa simea dream." (Don't worry, your human life was just a dream.) Her voice startles you with familiarity, a sudden, comforting realization that her face, her voice, is embedded deeper within your heart than your human identity ever was. An unfathomable joy settles within you as, for the last time, you abandon your struggle, embracing the warmth of being truly home. You return her hug, basking in her warmth. The affection in her gaze, the sound of your laughter mingling with hers rises up in aromatic gratitude. Love fills your chest as you lean into a tender kiss, a promise signed and sealed between the eons. Her presence by your side feels familiar, long lasting and right. Carrying your beloved in your arms, you spread your wings, heading back to etch new memories in the fairy village, a place you now remembered as home. Your new laughter echos through the air, each giggle a symphony of joy, echoing the beat of your newfound life.
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