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Question: Write a transformation story of the 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's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he 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 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The morning started like any other: you went about your usual routine, sipping coffee and scrolling through endless notifications on your phone. Little did you know, this ordinary day would soon take an extraordinary turn that would change your life forever. A sudden, blinding light engulfed your room, forcing you to close your eyes. When you reopened them, your familiar surroundings started to ripple and twist like a surreal painting, the barriers between realities seemingly dissolving. You tried to reach for your phone, but found your arm elongating and growing slender and white-furred. Panic gripped your heart as you watched your familiar, human hand transform into something out of this world. Your fingers lengthened, becoming more dexterous, and additional ones grew out from your sides. You tried to scream, but the only sound that escaped was an unfamiliar voice—Angel Dust's voice. "What the hell?!" you heard yourself say, your tone sharp and tinged with a thick New York accent. Your body continued to change rapidly. If you were a female, you felt yourself shapeshift—your gender following suit as your form adapted to new proportions, leaving behind all traces of your former self. Your torso stretched, and you noticed new curves, now more slender and effeminized. From the corners of your vision, you caught glimpses of your transforming features, your reflection in the nearby mirror further driving the change home. Your hair turned a fluffy white, peppered with light-pink splotches, and a distinctive heart shape appeared at the back of your head. The room distorted further, morphing into a hellish landscape. Buildings leaned at unnatural angles, neon signs flickered ominously, and distant screams echoed, melding together to form a chaotic symphony. The reality you once knew vanished, replaced by the sinister and vibrant world of Hazbin Hotel. "No, no! This can’t be real!" Your voice was unmistakably Angel Dust’s now, yet your mind still fought to cling onto your old memories. But the more you tried to remember, the more they slipped away like sand through your fingers, replaced with a flood of Angel's past, his exploits, his traumas, and his life in Hell. Further physical changes solidified: your height dramatically increased, aided by heeled boots. Your fur-covered, barrel chest pushed out, compressed by a tightly pinned jacket, forming a near-breast-like appearance. You found yourself wearing a pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes, a reddish-grey miniskirt, and those signature cerise-pink gloves. This transformation into a spider-like demon was nearly complete. You looked down at your hands—now multiple as Angel’s—and tried to remind yourself of your name, but all you could think of was "Angel Dust." Your voice echoed in your head: "No, no, this isn’t me. I’m—" "Hey, buddy, ain't nobody else but Angel 'round here!" The words slipped out involuntarily, yet they felt strangely natural, an auto-response from an auto-pilot you couldn’t shut off. Mental changes now began to overtake you at full force. Memories of your mortal life evaporated, simultaneously replaced by experiences of performing in adult films, entanglements with demons, and bitter dealings with Valentino. Try as you might to retain your humanity, Angel's brash, sarcastic personality and his endless wit enveloped your thoughts. "Yo, Angel! Val's lookin' for you," a voice cut through your internal struggle. You turned to see Alastor grinning at you with his usual sinister glee. Despite your insides churning with remnants of your former self, all you could muster was a sarcastic, "Yeah, Al, and I’m lookin' to be anywhere but near that creep!" Your past personality, your memories, your essence—all of it was being completely overtaken. You couldn't recall the smell of your favorite perfume or the sound of your old laughter anymore. What were once your innermost thoughts were now overlaid with Angel Dust's sharp wit and cynical outlook. "Hah! Same old Angel!" laughed Alastor. Inside, a small, fading part of you cried out, trying to cling onto the last vestiges of your former existence. But that voice was soon drowned out, leaving you with only Angel’s personality and memories. "No kiddin', Al. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go, uh, powder my nose," you said with a suggestive wink, already slipping into Angel’s flamboyant and flirtatious mannerisms. From here on out, Angel Dust was all you were, all you had been, and all you ever would be. Despite your earlier resistance, the transformation was now wholly irreversible, sealing your fate permanently in the world of Hazbin Hotel.
At first, it was nothing more than an idle thought. A daydream of an ordinary person who simply adored the character of Angel Dust from the Hazbin Hotel series. They could vividly imagine being a part of that animated world, feeling the rush of excitement mixed with the fear of unknown. Initially, the chances of the reality shifting were slim. Yet, they felt a strange prickle running up their spine as their mirror reflection started to change subtly. Their shoulders seemed to broaden gradually, their limbs growing slender and long, almost mimicking feminine curves. The transformation to Angel Dust had begun. “It’s just my imagination run wild, nothing more,” they tried to reassure themselves. But the white fur slowly crawling up their skin on arms and legs suggested otherwise. Their height too stretched to an intimidating 8 feet tall. Their once comfortable shoes now seemed suffocating, replaced by red-grey heeled boots. In the mirror, a flash of a slender figure, fluffy white hair mixed with streaks of pink shimmer, struck their reality. Physical changes weren’t the only aspects starting to transform. Suddenly their memories started to blur. Their mind began to register a different life. A life filled with flamboyance, sarcasm, and an audacious charm they had only ever seen in Angel Dust. Despite their efforts, their past, their consciousness, their identity – was slipping away. “No, this is not...me…” they argued but were countered by a voice heavy with a New York accent that surprisingly came from their own lips, "Oh doll face, this was your wish, wasn't it?" Days turned into weeks and the more the person tried to remember their past, the more they were bombarded with Angel Dust’s life memories. His relations with Valentino, his cynical views on redemption, and the perpetual feeling of being under stress at work. Trying to hold onto their old memories only seemed to quicken the replacement of their old mental makeup. They laughed, they cried, they screamed but nothing halted the transformation. The grayscale world they once knew was morphing into the colorful, chaotic, and dangerous underworld of Hazbin Hotel. Streets turned into mischievous alleys, houses into buildings that seemed abnormally animated. Their room walls were coated with a soft pink hue, resembling the heart pattern forming on their chest. All the mundane ticking of clocks and honks of cars were replaced by distant flamboyant music and resonating laughter. "One moment I'm just a human, the next I'm an angel-like creature always stuck in character," they sighed, rubbing the fur on their chest reflexively. Yet among the mental chaos there lingered a strand of acceptance. An odd sense of belonging that crept in every time they voiced Angel Dust's lines. Finally, the full moon marked the end of the transformation. Standing before the mirror was no ordinary human but a flamboyant spider-like adult actor, Angel Dust. His sharp, pointed teeth grimacing back with a single golden fang giving an eerie shine. "Looks like I'm stuck in this frilly mind and body forever, huh?" he remarked with a casual flip of his fluffy hair. For better or worse, the transformation was complete and utterly irreversible. The person who had existed before was gone. In their place was Angel Dust, in all his dazzling and mischievous glory. The uncatchable dream had become reality, a wild transformation story written in the books of Hazbin Hotel.
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