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Question: Write a transformation story of the 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 change (the reader's real world becoming 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, making him/her completely forget he was a normal human and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands around 8 feet with his heels on. 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 three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. 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, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will. Angel is brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. 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.
As you sit in the comfort of your home, a sudden shift in reality strikes. The earth beneath your feet trembles and a warm, tingling sensation envelops your body. As you glance at your reflection in the mirror, you witness your height transitioning. Inch by inch, you grow taller. You watch as your body stretches until you find yourself towering at an impressive eight feet tall, wobbling a bit on your heels. The color of your skin alters, changing from its natural tone to a pure white fur. Your physique starts to transform, developing a slender build. Your body becomes fluffy and soft, particularly around the chest area. You touch your chest and find plush fur, which your hands on instinct, mold into a shapely formation. You wince as a sharp, golden fang erupts from your mouth, glinting as it catches the light. The alteration seeping into your face brings a peculiar sensation. Small eyes, tiny enough to be mistaken for freckles, blossom under your original eyes. Your irises adopt a cerise pink hue, contrasting the light yellow sclera of your right eye and the dark sclera of your left eye. Your eyelids transition into a delicate light pink shade, while your lashes grow thick and long. Wrinkling your nose, you find a coating of light-pink eyeshadow on your eyelids. On your head, where your hair was previously plain, now sprawls a mop of fluffy, white hair, streaked with light pink. The shade forms a heart-shaped pattern at the back of your head. The mirror’s reflection shows you an entity you don't recognize. You look down to discover that you're decked in an unfamilar attire: a long light pink suit-blazer with white stripes, a reddish-grey miniskirt, thigh-high heeled boots of the same hue, cerise pink gloves on your upper limbs and white ones on your lower pair. Your eyes widen at the realization that you now have not two, but six limbs. But even more surprising is the discovery of a third, retractable set that you could summon at will. A chestnut colored bowtie adorns your neck, with a black choker accentuating the look. With the physical transformation complete, your brain starts to churn. Your memories, the essence of who you are, start to dissolve. They are replaced by an entirely different set of experiences and memories; ones that belong to Anthony, known as Angel Dust. You remember arriving in Hell, crafting a persona and a profile. You recall your rough and rowdy journey, involving in obscene humor and performing with excessive confidence despite an underlying insecurity and a need for validation. You retain a sharp wit, easily deflecting criticism and side-stepping responsibility. Your humour is crude with an emphasis on dirty jokes, seamlessly part of your new persona now. You adopt a defensive, playful, and destructive attitude depending on your whims. Your flirtatious charm is ever-present, and you revel in the positive attention that your looks and profile garner. Your surroundings have also drastically changed. Where once your home was, now sprawls Hell from the Hazbin Hotel series. Its inhabitants, whom you now view as "ugly freaks," appear odd in comparison to your strikingly stunning aesthetics. As you accept your new identity with a low chuckle, you step away from the mirror. You, who were once human, are now completely Angel Dust, the notorious adult actor and resident of Hell, always ready to entertain with a quick wit and racy jokes. Every trace of your past self is lost in the wind of time; you no longer remember having ever been a typical human. In your mind, you've always been Angel and nothing else.
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