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Question: Write a transformation story of Blitzo (from the Helluva Boss series) turning into an identical clone of Moxxie (also from the Helluva Boss series), complete with age change, height regression, and clothes change. For Blitzo's appearance, he is quite tall for his species, and sports a harlequin-like aesthetic. He is bald and has red skin with white burn marks of various sizes that cover parts of his forearms, chest, and his tail, as well as most of the right side of his face. His irises are red and he has a heart-shaped skull symbol on the center of his forehead. Blitzo has fairly broad forearms and hands, and a long narrow head, out of which extends large, curved, black and white striped horns. He has black spines on his head and upper back, as well as on his tail. His tail ends with a triangular point that has a black spot at the tip. He has pointed feet with boot-like heels which have black on the heels and toe areas. Blitzo wears a tattered slate-gray collared coat with red buttons down the breast, black knee-high boots matching the shape of his feet, and elbow-length black fingerless gloves featuring large, rounded yellow decorations on the upper side of them. Blitzo also wears a red skull charm around his neck. For Moxxie's appearance (after Blitzo turned into his clone), he is an imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo since he is 3.9 feet tall. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hooves, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. The story would be that Moxxie was getting fed up with being treated as a butt of a joke by Blitzo, so Moxxie strapped Blitzo onto an invention that Moxxie discovered on an alleyway, and turned Blitzo into his clone to teach Blitzo a lesson.
Blitzo had always towered above his coworkers at I.M.P., but a joke at Moxxie's expense might have carried him a step too far this time. Tired of being the butt of the joke, Moxxie had finally decided that it was time to teach his boss a very literal lesson. "Blitzo, you seem to misunderstand the consequences of your actions. Perhaps if you lived a day in my shoes, you'd see things differently," Moxxie thought to himself. After a chaotic day at work, Moxxie managed to strap Blitzo onto an enigmatic machine he found discarded in a dingy corner of an alleyway. Blitzo, baffled, blurted, "What's this all about, Mox?” "Oh, just a little...life lesson," smirked Moxxie. With a pull of a lever, Blitzo felt a strange tingle wash over him. He was shrinking. His once intimidating height was dwindling down to match Moxxie's stature. He grunted and squirmed, but to no avail. The changes were too swift and sudden to resist. His broad forearms became lankier, his tail lost its black, pointed end, and took on a more square appearance. Meanwhile, a sense of peculiarity washed over him, as the burn marks that once decorated his skin, began to fade, being replaced by freckled, smooth skin. His white pointy hair slowly started sprouting from his previously bald head, gradually taking a shape that mirrored Moxxie's, and his red irises faded into black slits set within a yellow sclera. Blitzo's devilish, harlequin-like aesthetic was fading, only to be replaced by the more sophisticated, formal attire akin to Moxxie's. His slate-gray collared coat transformed into a navy-black rendition, complete with pearly white cuffs and sizable red buttons. His boots morphed into digitigrade legs akin to cloven hooves, and his gloves shrunk down to mimic Moxxie's fingerless gloves. As quick as the changes came, they stopped, leaving a physically stunned, mirror image of Moxxie in place of the boisterous Blitzo. The clothes he wore, his height, his age, all perfectly cloned to match Moxxie's. Indeed, it was a sight to behold. Moxxie's grin grew wider as he beheld his creation. "Now, Blitzo, let's see if you still find those jokes amusing," he declared triumphantly, observing Blitzo’s shocked expression. The day had certainly taken a turn for the bizarre, and only time would tell if Blitzo learned his lesson. But for now, he was trapped in the body of his pint-sized, perpetually exasperated employee, and was about to understand the world from a whole new perspective.
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