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Question: Write the transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader'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). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it is forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves, despite being a male) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as 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 six limbs (two legs and 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 preferences, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food, but he dislikes his own feet (he would avoid sex work that involved his feet, or else he would be angry about it if it was unavoidable), losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to Angel, 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.
As the transformation process began, you found yourself reading a peculiar book that seemed to warp and change reality itself, each page delving deeper into the Hazbin Hotel series. Suddenly, you felt a tingle across your skin as your usual human structure began to change. Turning each page seemed to reflect, in a deep metaphysical sense, the transition from ordinary reader to demonic, spider-like adult superstar; Angel Dust. For those who might have been female, a gender transformation would occur, ensuring they transformed into the exact representation of Angel Dust. As the physical changes proceeded, your height drastically started to increase along with a noticeable elevation in body curvature. Your feet ached and extended, filling up with a solid, hefty sensation as they found new posture in sizeable heeled boots. Your body hair began to fade, replaced with a fine coating of white fur. Soft, fluffy, white hair sprouted from your head, marked with light-pink splotches. You also developed pink heart patterns, notably on the back of your head and around your chest area. Mirroring attributes of the page, your senses honed in more than ever before – colors appearing more vividly. Suddenly, your eyes were drawn to your reflection in a mirror. Staring back at you were double sets of cerise pink irises, framed with light pink eyeshadow and encased in sharp thick lashes that gave a hint of the sass you were about to embody. A golden fang glared on your right side, now visible in your wide mouth, filled with sharp pointed teeth. Your facial features also changed. In place of your human nose and ears, nothing. "I look less human now,” you mumble to yourself, the words rolling off your newly formed tongue with an unexpected New York accent. The reality around you seemed like a vision torn straight from the pages. The background shifted and whirled, solidifying into an ever-thriving world known as Hazbin Hotel. New memories swarmed your mind like a flock of starlings, blurring out your human past, introducing you to a fresh personality, not yours, yet was now becoming yours. It was chaotic, a storm of senses and sudden inclinations that threatened to consume you. Despite the fear, you fought the mental alterations, trying to cling to the edge of your human sanity, but the struggle was futile. Your fight only momentarily slowed the tide - your head pounded, echoed with foreign thoughts, the sound of your original identity being shoved into the far recesses of your consciousness. Your memories morphed, becoming the events and experiences of one Angel Dust, until there was nothing left of you. You could feel your temperament adjusting, flitting between moods, a copious mix of playful and destructive. Your wit sharpened and humor became more mature, an inclination for dirty jokes and innuendos emerged, words slipped through your mouth before you could even process their meaning. “Man, these freaks can't even compare to me," you criticized them aloud, mimicking Angel Dust’s known arrogance. Bit by bit, your attire also started to morph, a reddish-grey miniskirt replacing your former attire, reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots making their appearance. Six arms at your sides, a concealed third pair ready to be summoned if needed. The changes were done; you were changed, you are Angel Dust now. The past, your past, was forgotten. Only Angel’s past, his emotions, desires, and fears remained. As Dread filled the taste in your mouth, you remembered, Angel Dust despised Valentino's abuse, being taken advantage of in his stress-filled and demanding occupation. Gustatory preferences also flood in as your taste buds tingled at the thought of Italian food and drugs alike whilst revolting at the thought of anything to do with feet. You have become entirely emerged into the world of Angel Dust, your transformation was complete and permanent. The reality of your situation struck you, your own past, your own identity was no longer relevant. You were Angel Dust - you felt his emotions, lived in his world, and embraced his lifestyle. Despite the initial horror, you also felt his hopes, dreams, and the small hope for redemption. You are Angel Dust, stylish, confident, demanding attention but hiding your true feelings for self-protection. Despite everything, you somehow felt a sense of peace settling in, realizing this was how life would continue to be henceforth.
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