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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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, having an ability to literally fly effortlessly, thanks to his newfound fairy wings, and having magical fairy powers such as fairy dust), 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 (unable to cry or show fear) 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, and the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into a fairy himself) from a nearby fairy village (which is located inside a giant weeping willow tree) 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 is his only true life, having enjoyed being with his fairy wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa), he has married centuries ago. Like all fairies, he has child-like happiness, child-like joy, child-like mischief, child-like innocence, child-like curiosity, and child-like wonder. 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).
With an insatiable hunger for adventure and passion for history, you find yourself at a museum filled with antiquities. Wandering through the corridors, your eyes fall on a burnished, aged book. Titled "Fauna and Flora of the Medieval Fantasy World," it compels you with unearthly allure - that sense of curiosity innate to you makes you reach out to it. The moment your hand graces the cover and peels open its brittle pages, a blinding ethereal light envelops you, leaving you disoriented. The silence of the museum is shattered by the rushing sound of wind swirling around you, fading into the soft fluttering of wings. Something iridescent sprouts from your back, light as gossamer, causing you to lighten on your feet. Looking down, you see your body clad in a woven fairy tunic, your frame lean yet muscular. Your ears elongate, extending into pointed tips, just like the ones elves flaunt. Strangely, not only does this form feel natural to you, you also feel profoundly agile, capable of a flight you haven't encountered in your human life. As your body changes, your mind follows. Once accustomed to the English language, you sense an unfamiliar, enchanting tongue seeping into your words as you attempt to call for help. It's English one moment and then something different the next, like an arcane melody. The abstract notes seem to dance within your understanding, but it’s no longer English you're speaking. Try as you might to cling to your humanity, the influx of fairy memories, thoughts, and language saturates your human identity. Human English, the language you've known all your life, becomes a tangled weave of strange symbols and sounds. You scream, shake your head, attempting to retain your human consciousness, but it's like trying to catch smoke with bare hands. Yet, just as the fear of forgetting engulfs you, a soothing melody comes wafting through the air. A familiar, delicate figure delicately darts towards you, her wings radiant in the sunlight that filters through the giant weeping willow tree. She says, "Glonn olthan, lyem. Dwael ren glonn lyem athaur?" (Peace, love. Do you remember who you are?), her voice a soothing balm. You recognize her. She is Alvera, the fairy wife you've known for centuries. She’s the one you love, the one who completes you. With the simplest of words, she cradles the storm within you into serene sighs. Your reluctance dissolves away, replaced by sheer joy as even your deepest fears seem trivial. You finally accept the reality - your human life was just a dream, a momentary disturbance in an otherwise peaceful existence. With your transformation complete, Alvera caresses your newly-formed wings. The two of you exchange a knowing look, before she whispers, "Ve sleranda," (Let us go home), setting the course for that giant weeping willow tree. Together, you take off, the exhilaration of flight mingling with the childlike joy of being home. You left as a man, and returned as a fairy, to a home truly your own.
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