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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, 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 blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world), 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 story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book 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, 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 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), with him happy to know that his previous life was only a dream and his life as an elf 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. 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).
Walking through the heavy oak doors of the local museum, you find yourself drawn to the towering shelves at the back lined with musty, very old books. Your eyes land on an intriguing one detailing the fascinating lives of medieval fantasy creatures. Pulling it down, the cover sends up a puff of dust that makes you sneeze. "Typical," you chuckle. You flip the book open, anticipating a quiet afternoon reading through tales of dragons and mermaids. But instead, a blinding light floods from the pages, engulfing you completely. Your immediate sensation is a strange tingle, like thousands of tiny pinpricks dancing over your skin. Then, a subtle shift in your face accompanied by a complete cessation of shadow on your chin - indicating the sudden loss of your facial hair. In your surprise, you reach up, touching smooth skin, only to find your fingers encased in supple leather gloves. Inspecting your hands, you notice everything different now - your skin is paler, your attire has changed into an elegant tunic, a cape draping majestically from your shoulders. Looking down, you see your feet in long boots. In shock, you stumble to a nearby mirror, where you gaze at your new, handsome, ethereal-looking face, accentuated by the distinct pointy elven ears. Your usually short hair has given way to a cascade of long blonde strands. Just as you begin to accept what you've become, the world around you warps and contorts - the museum's historical artifacts phase out, replaced by lush greenery and medieval stone buildings. You're in a different world, in a different reality. Yet, the most terrifying transformation has barely begun. It hits you then - an onslaught of new memories and emotions filing in with force. You gasp at the onslaught, feeling something slipping away - your human life, your past, your very identity. Desperation claws at you and you find yourself calling out to your family, to your friends, but there's no one to hear you. No matter how you shake your head, trying violently to dislodge the emerging elven personality, it continues to weave its magic around your very mind. Names and places you never knew before now feel as familiar as the back of your tinted hand. They call you by a new name, an elven one, a name that feels right on your new lips. Every fibre of you fights, yet the battle is futile. The past as a mortal fades, leaving nothing behind but the distinct elven vibe. You tremble as the final remnants of your human life disappear, taken over by the accomplished elf you have become. Although distressed, there's an odd sense of peace that washes over you. You're immortal now, you're powerful. Your new memories confirm it. A rush of power coursing through your veins feels exhilarating, a sensation you've never felt before. Smiling, you look out at your new world, its medieval charm welcoming you. You have a completely new life that you're surprisingly happy to accept. You shake off the last traces of fear and uncertainty, your previous life feels more like a dream now. Your transformation is complete. You are no longer what you once were; you are an elf, living in a medieval fantasy world, a feeling invigorating and liberating. And you can't wait to explore this new adventure that awaits you.
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