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Question: Write a transformation story of Blake Hooton (a human male of late 20s) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with weight loss (becoming much thinner), age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), height progression, and mind/mental change (with Blake's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Blake's appearance, he is a American human man with tan skin, short dark brown hair, a slightly robust stomach yet with fair build, and brown eyes. He wears a red t-shirt, dark blue pants, white ankle-socks, and black tennis shoes. Blake is antisocial and is prone to aggression, but is otherwise fair for his family. He loves Facebook games, looking at World Cup series stuff (despite not participating them), Olympics stuff (despite not participating them), gaming, lions, and fast food, but he dislikes his mom's bossy treatment, pasta, fruits and veggies, animals in general, and no WiFi. For Angel Dust's appearance (after Blake turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with four arms, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Blake Hooton was a simple man. He enjoyed the small things in life, such as his Facebook games and the occasional indulgence in his favorite fast-food chain. His life was as regular as could be, till one day everything changed. "Man, I really wish I could be someone else for once...," Blake murmured to the screen as he mindlessly clicked through another boring game. As if the universe had heard his wish, a sudden jolt shook him. His vision blurred, and he was consumed by a whirlwind of sensations. A drumming heart and a mind spinning around, desperately trying to latch onto something stable. Blake blinked as the world twisted and twirled around him. His heart pounded, his legs shook, and he found himself unable to stand. Crumpling to the floor, Blake's world went black. When he woke, everything was different. His body felt thin and willowy, his clothes way too large on his now slender frame. An odd stillness overcame him as he caught a glimpse of his new form in the mirror. His auburn eyes now sparkled with a cerise pink hue, a pair of freckle-like spots under each eye were his most noticeable feature. Strands of fluffy white hair now covered his scalp, his once short and dark hair was nowhere to be seen. His body was now sinewy, his robust stomach now a faint memory. Blake's heart pounded harder as the reality of his situation started to dawn on him. He was no longer himself, he was transforming into something else, something unhuman. As he studied his face, he noticed his right eye was a light yellow, and his left was a dark shade, a golden fang glimmering in the light. His body seemed to tower over his old clothes, standing at an alarming eight feet tall. Gone were his ordinary clothes, replaced by a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes, a reddish-grey miniskirt and thigh-high heeled boots. "I look like...," he began, his voice wavering. Then, it hit him. "Angel Dust. I'm Angel Dust." Blake, or should we say, Angel Dust now, ran a hand through his light-colored hair, his fingers brushing against the heart pattern at the back of his head. "This. This is who I am now," he murmured to himself, his eyes thoughtful as they watched the lanky demon in the mirror. Soon, memories flooded in. Memories that weren't his. His mind was filled with the life of another, Angel Dust's life. He could see himself pranking others, his bad language causing a stir, his love for Italian delicacies and sudden distaste for his own feet. The more he tried to cling on to Blake's memories, the more he felt them slip away, replaced by Angel Dust's. "No... I don't want to forget," Blake pleaded. But it was too late, he watched as his human life fades, replaced by the sin-filled life of Angel Dust. As the transformation becomes full circle, Blake or Angel Dust, was now different. Mentally, physically and emotionally, he was no longer the man he used to be, he was a demon, a fitting resident of Hazbin Hotel. Blake, the man who despised animals and loved fast food, was now a memory. Now stood Angel Dust, lover of Italian cuisines, bearer of six arms, the sarcastic, crass sinner with a longing for redemption. "I'm Angel Dust now. I guess this is my life," he said to himself, a shade of melancholy in his voice. Blake was gone, Angel Dust had taken his place. Acceptance washed over him, frightening but calming. He was the spider-like adult actor now; the world of Facebook games and ordinary life was no more. "All I remember is being Angel Dust...," he muttered to himself, his reflection mimicking the sadness in his voice. It was a sad goodbye to his past, a reluctant welcome to his present. And so, Blake Hooton transformed into Angel Dust. A drastic change, from human to demon, from ordinary to extraordinary. The universe indeed played a cruel joke on him, taking him on a ride he thought he wanted but was not prepared for. His life as Angel Dust was beginning, and despite the incoming ups and downs, he couldn't help but be a little bit excited. After all, being someone else wasn't that bad, as long as you were willing to let go of who you were. For Blake Hooton, aka Angel Dust, that was becoming surprisingly easy.
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