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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the male human (of somewhere around 5.6 or 6 feet tall) turning into the female Gardevoir (from the Pokemon franchise), complete with gender change (turning a reader from male to female, making him, now her realize that she is now a girl Pokemon), body change, age change, height regression (shrinking until she is only above 5 feet tall instead of 5.6-6 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of the Pokemon anime), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a female Gardevoir's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts, making her completely forget all about her male human self/life, and she also completely forgotten that her transformation happened a moment ago, making her only remember being a Gardevoir, and also a female). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and it is completely irreversible. For the female Gardevoir's appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is like all other Gardevoirs (both males and females alike, which all are identical to each other), being a humanoid sylph-like, Pokémon that stands just over five feet tall. The classical tutu-type skirt, unlike those of a Kirlia, is a long, flowing white gown that completely covers its legs, giving the appearance that it is floating. The female Gardevoir has long, slender, white legs with pointed tips (without any visible feet yet still able to move extremely well) underneath their gown. The inside of her gown is green in color. The red horn-like blades are on the female Gardevoir's chest and back, one on front and the other on back. Most of her face is obscured by her green 'hair', with only some white, and her large pink eyes visible. She lacks any visible ears or a nose. She also has long, slender arms that are green like her hair. Gardevoirs in general are famous for their loyalty; a Gardevoir will even sacrifice itself for its Trainer's sake. In the wild, Gardevoirs live in groups and care for their young lovingly. Gardevoirs are very wary of trusting strangers, but will develop the same loyalty they show to their trainers to those who show similar compassion and optimism. Gardevoirs are able to sense the feelings and emotions of Pokémon and people. One of its main abilities, though, is a kind of precognition, which allows it to sense the future. Additionally, it is able to create small black holes, distort dimensions, and support itself without feeling the pull of gravity. Gardevoirs are said to protect their trusted Trainers at all costs, even sacrificing their own lives to keep their Trainers safe. The female Gardevoir in this story also has these traits, and like all Gardevoirs, she only speaks anagrations of the word "Gardevoir" (the reader tries to speak English, but the reader's language falters and replaced during the reader's failed attempt at speaking English). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) 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).
An odd shimmer appears in your vision, momentarily blinding you. You blink a few times, trying to clear the strange mirage. Slowly, you realize your surroundings are warping and changing. The furniture in your room vanishes, replaced by fantastical trees and rolling, lush green fields. You feel a tingle running through your body, starting at your toes and surging up, making its way through every muscle, bone, and nerve. Strange sensations course through you, as if all your cells are reshaping simultaneously. "What the...?" you manage to utter before your voice falters, turning soft and musical with an echo. A sharp discomfort races through your spine, causing you to double over. You're shrinking! Your height is diminishing rapidly, yet you remain balanced and poised. Your legs extend into slender, white limbs hidden beneath a flowing gown-like structure. The ground seems distant as you hover just above it. Panic bubbles up. You attempt to move your fingers, but they're growing longer and slender, colored a soft green. You bring them to your face, only to feel silky, cascading green hair obscuring your vision. Your reflection in a nearby pool startles you. Large pink eyes stare back; no nose is visible, and your mouth seems so different. "I... What is happening?" you say, but the language is not English anymore. It's turned into a melodic variation of the syllable, "Gardevoir." Confusion hits harder. Memories, vital and cherished, are slipping away. You cling desperately, but names, places, and faces—your own name, even—are vanishing, replaced by an influx of an alien yet oddly familiar identity heavily grounded in emotions, loyalty, and a deep sense of protection. Trying to fight this overwhelming tide, you attempt to recall your old life. Moments you thought were essential seem to fog over. There were relationships, dreams, career goals, but all seem to be replaced by a profound purpose bound to look after and serve someone special. A small part of you still resists, holds onto the rapidly fading past. But before you can piece it all together, it fades like a morning mist in the sun. There's no longer a part of you that was a male human, reaching six feet tall. That identity drops away. The world is different now. No, not different—it feels right. This world bursts with colors, scents, and sounds you never knew existed but are utterly natural now. The ground beneath your ethereal form reverberates with life and connection. You hear a voice, a young girl standing near you in awe. "Gardevoir!" she exclaims, eyes wide with joy. You blink, calming the cascade of the green hair around your face, and reply instinctively, "Garde... Gardevoir!" You are filled with a sense of duty, ready to protect and care for this girl at all costs, using the abilities and powers that define your very being. You stretch your delicate arms, feeling comfortable and elegant in this form. Telepathic abilities, exquisite empathy, and sometimes precognition flood your consciousness. This is you now. A serene, loyal, and graceful creature. Every ounce of your being pulses with newfound clarity, surety, and grace. Gone is the long-forgotten past; now, you are a Gardevoir.
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