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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader being cursed and transformed at every full moon night into Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height to 7 feet tall), voice change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). For his personality, Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his manly voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent (always literally sound like he is talking through a vintage radio), often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. For Alastor's preferences, he likes/loves smiling, invading people's personal space, his mother and her cooking, the "picture show", strong liquor, cooking, people failing, playing pranks, black coffee, bitter tastes, theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, and venison; however, he dislikes being touched, dogs (possibly related to his death as a mortal human in 1933), frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, post-30s' technology, and anyone ruining his outfit. The story is that the reader has been cursed by an evil gypsy woman to transform into a demonic creature every full moon night; however, the reader just laughs off and believes that it was just a lady doing a scary yet silly prank. Just days later, at one night, however, when the moon is full, the reader undergoes a transformation. But he/she does not transform into a werewolf as he/she initially believes/thinks by the start of the transformation, instead, the reader transforms (against his/her will) completely into Alastor the Radio Demon, in both body and mind, every full moon night (the reader tries to fight back all the changes and call for help, but to no avail), leaving the reader, now Alastor, to broadcast as well as feast on mortal humans every night when the moon is full. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are 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).
You had been cursed by an old gypsy woman, she'd said you'd transform each full moon night. At the time, it seemed like a joke, a harmless scare tactic perhaps. However, the reality of the situation became all too real as the first full moon after the curse approached. That night, you began feeling a strange itchiness beneath your skin. You brushed it off as anxiety from the gypsy woman's words. However, when your hands started hurting, you looked down to see your fingers elongating, the nails growing into dark, sharp claws, the fingertips highlighted in a deep shade of red. This was not normal. Panic started setting in as you realized her words were true, but not in the way you expected. Your clothes began changing too. You watched, helplessly, as your attire twisted and melded into a red pinstripe suit. A dark red lapel piped with white formed, the ends of your shirt and suit becoming ragged. A black cross manifested on your chest, cream-colored gloves slipped onto your gesturing hands, deep red encasing the tips of fingers. Feeling a strange pressure on your face, you ran to the nearest mirror. It was just in time to witness a horrid spectacle. Your face was contorting and shifting. Your eyes turned into bright red with dark red sclerae and thin black pupils that darted around in bewilderment. A permanent grin, ever so broad and sporting sharp yellowed teeth, etched itself onto your face. You tried to frown, to express your fear, but the grin was there to stay. Your hair was next as it twisted into a pinkish-red angled bob-cut, black tips emphasizing the style that you deemed painfully familiar. Small black horns protruded from your head. This was wrong, so wrong. "What have you done?" you remembered yourself saying, but your voice sounded strange, like it was coming from an old radio. You felt a chill run down the length of your body, holding in a gasp as your height shifted. You spotted the top of the door without craning your neck now, you had grown to a tall seven feet. You began to wonder if you would still recognize yourself after the transformation, and whether you'd remember your previous life or would you eternally be the creature the old gypsy woman had destined you to be? Your reflection blinked back at you in the dark crimson hue of your eyes. Examining the strange man in the mirror, he didn't seem all too alien. His traits and features felt vaguely familiar. It was then you realized that you were turning into Alastor, the Radio Demon of the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel. You blinked as memories flooded in, memories of being Alastor, memories of your past life that you no longer remembered. You called out and tried to fight it. But no matter how hard you tried, your own, previous life seemed to fade away, and all that was left were Alastor's thoughts, his memories, his... you. Or rather... him? You then felt an urge, a need to broadcast, a deep-rooted longing to return to the radio waves. Your hand found its way to an old-fashioned microphone that you now carried, as though it formed from the very essence of your cursed transformation. Your voice echoed as you broadcasted, but even though you had been fighting, it felt comforting. The transformation had completed at last, leaving behind memories of the one you once were, and leaving the fully transformed Alastor to broadcast, and with a newfound hunger to feed on humans when the night was at its darkest. And as the subsequent full moons began to rise, your transformation though unwilled, became an expected reality. Every time the night sky was lit by the full moon, you would undergo that transformative cycle, and Alastor's rich baritone voice would once again fill the empty void, his haunting chuckle resonating through the airwaves. It was this nightmarish routine you found yourself trapped within, reminiscing of a curse brought upon by an enraged gypsy woman, and a reality you'd have to live out through countless full moon nights.
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