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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, which are blonde like his head head now), 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), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. 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, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's 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).
The world around you dissipates into an echo, a reverberating hum fading from existence. You stand in the museum engulfed in the bright light emanating from the book. As the light fades, a fierce chill runs down your spine and you're faced with an uneasy sense of wrongness. Your clothes seem loose, and when you glance down you see an ensemble of garments unlike your own. You're dressed in a tunic, a cape draped over your shoulders complimented with intricately designed medieval-styled pants tucked neatly into your long boots. As you touch your face, you feel something odd about your ears - pointy and longer than human ears. You scramble to find a reflective surface, a polished bronze artifact is the closest thing you find. Looking at your reflection, you observe a handsome, ethereal face - your face, but not as you remember. Gone is the stubble that graced your chin. Your skin appears paler, almost luminescent. Your irises are deep blue, unlike the brown eyes you once possessed. Somewhere deep within your mind rises a terror at these changes, at the strange unfamiliar feelings. Your memories beginning to tremble on the precipice of your consciousness. You desperately clutch at the echoes of humanity ringing within you. "Saesa omentien lle," a soft voice whispers, and you realize, all at once that you comprehend this foreign sentence -"A pleasure to meet you". To your greater horror, you realize your native language - English is slipping away. You try to ward off the invasive thoughts, reaching out mentally for the familiar. Your family, your friends gone. You feel your personal history changing in the blink of an eye. The language shift and memory change hit you like a tidal wave, and, in an attempt to hold onto your former self, you scream out the remaining fragments of English echoing in your mind. But it's in vain. English dies on your tongue, replaced by the fluid, harmonious tones of Elven. Your human life - officers, bills, and traffic - fades into oblivion, replaced by memories of archery lessons, war with goblins, and a marriage to an elven woman. "Won't someone help me?" is lost in your mind, replaced with, "Amin delotha,"- I am afraid. Then she comes into view, an elven woman with beauty radiating from her. She takes you into her arms, her touch as warm as a summer breeze, and whispers into your ears, in melodious elven, "Remember who you are." Strangely, surrounded by her warmth, you begin to remember. Remember her face from centuries of love and companionship. As you look into her eyes, you know her, your beloved wife. In that moment, you let go. Let go of the last vestiges of your human self, embracing the fact that you are an elf and forever will be. Reality shifts around you again, and you find yourself in a medieval realm filled with mythical creatures, your home. As her lips press against yours in an affectionate kiss, the transformation feels complete. You're home and every memory feels truly yours. With a joyful smile gracing your handsome face, you whisper back to her in elven, "I am home, my love". You think back to your human past and can't help but wonder, was it all just a dream? The reality of your life now is elven and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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