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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 like all fairies, 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, 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 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 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). To aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind, a female fairy from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed 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, 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 and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, joy, and 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. 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).
Stepping into the museum, instantly you are swept up by the history, the stories, the artifacts, all connected to something far larger than your everyday life. As you wander around, a peculiar book catches your interest—a medieval fantasy book dedicated to mythical creatures. As you crack open the dusty old spine, a blinding light pours from the pages, washing over you. As the light fades, you gasp, feeling the rush of changes begin. Suddenly, you are encased in a simple, gossamer tunic, sunlight scattering across the material. Your skin lightens to an ethereal, glowing pallor, and you feel the sudden prickling sensation of your ears elongating and sharpening into elegant, elf-like points. As you stretch, a sensation tugs on your back. Turning, you see iridescent, insect-like fairy wings sprung from your back. You've become leaner, far more athletic, and you notice your face has transformed into something more refined, handsome, and indescribably ethereal, following the distinctive aesthetics of fairies. As if someone were shaking an etch-a-sketch, you feel your size diminishing, the world becoming vast around you. In your new form, you are comparably tiny, a micro-world unto itself. You are a fairy, the size of a mere insect, with an immortality and unending youth pulsing through your veins—an inescapable reality. Your wings flutter, lifting you off the ground, the new language of the fairies slowly replacing your understanding of English. Horror and confusion wash over you as English words fade, replaced by the smooth arcane language of the fairies mid-sentence. As if a thick fog, your human memories and personality begin to unwind, like an old tape losing its film. You cry out to your family, friends, wanting their help. You shake your hea, trying to force back the emerging fairy memories, but it is fruitless, your human life becoming a forgotten dream, and your fairy identity taking its place. You falter, the struggle within you seeming futile—until she appears. From the nearby fairy village, a female fairy draws near. She takes you into her arms, her existence as familiar and comforting as your own heartbeat. Her voice, delicate and melodious, lulls you in an arcane lullaby. "Remember your heart," she whispers in fairy tongue, "Remember us." You look into her eyes and remember her. She is not just any fairy woman, she is your wife. As the final piece falls into place, you accept it. Your life as an average man was nothing more than a simple dream. Your true life has always been here, in the arms of your beloved fairy wife, in this realm of wonder. True joy fills your hearts. You are home.
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