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Question: Write a transformation story of Loona (from an adult cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss) turning into Alastor (from an adult cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (turning from female to male, his feminine curves vanishing while her breasts vanishes), age change, height progression, and mind/mental change (with Loona's personality and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite her best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making her, now him, completely forget that he was ever a female hellhound, a daughter to an imp father Blitzo, and being named Loona, and only remembered being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Loona's appearance, she is a hellhound with a wolf-like appearance. She has a pointed, dog-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth, and a dark grey nose. Her eyes have red sclera with white irises, and she wears grey eye shadow and black winged eyeliner for makeup. She also has a piercing on her right eyebrow with a black hoop for jewelry. Her fur is white with grey encircling her face, grey patches on her shoulders, and long, voluminous silver hair swept to the side to reveal her dark grey ears - the left of which is pierced with two small, black hoop earrings, while the right is ragged. She has a large, dark grey bushy tail with white on the underside. Her outfit features a large, spiked black choker around her neck. Her tattered grey, off-the-shoulder crop-top is held up at the neckline by a series of crisscross spaghetti-straps that form an inverted pentagram. She wears black shorts that are tattered at the hems, with a white crescent moon detail on the right side. Loona accessorizes with black fingerless gloves and thigh-high black toeless stockings, with her black claws protruding due to her digitigrade stance. Loona is a cynical and choleric young-adult Hellhound, who was adopted from an orphanage by Blitzo when she was nearing eighteen years of age. Loona is lazy and shows little interest in matters that are going on around her. She also has a short-fuse temper and is often rude and apathetic toward her colleagues, particularly Moxxie, though her ire seems otherwise indiscriminate. When not looking at her phone, Loona is usually scowling at anyone in view. For Alastor's appearance (after Loona turned into him), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. 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 hoofed toes and red 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. 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 voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including Loona's profanity such as "fucks", but she would stop swearing once she turns into Alastor, making her, now him more refined and less profane) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Loona leaned on the doorway of her office at I.M.P, scrolling through her phone, engulfed in a sense of boredom and irritation. "Fuck, it's so boring today," she grumbled, her sharp teeth flashing. The hellhound's fur was a stark contrast against the dark walls of her office, her red eyes scanning the screen of her device nonchalantly. Suddenly, a peculiar orb appeared in front of her. It was pulsing, radiating an aura of sinister energy that caught her attention. It glittered with an indescribable spectrum of colors, but predominantly that of a deep, bloody red. Images of a particular demon flashed in the orb - a dapper figure with antlers, a broad grin, and an unfathomable charm. Alastor... Without thinking, Loona reached out, her paw coming in contact with the sphere. The moment her clawed fingers touched the orb, her world spun. A sharp pain rippled through her and she howled, an uncharacteristic note of fear irking her usual blasé demeanor. Her body ached, changing irreversibly. Her feminine curves, which she had always been proud of, began to flatten out, her chest deflating with a dull pain. The seam of her shorts tightened as her waist widened, her legs lengthening simultaneously. Her cropped top felt looser as her torso and shoulders broadened, her body growing taller, larger, more masculine. Her mind felt like it was on fire. Visions of Alastor's life, his memories burrowed into her mind, supplanting her own. “What the fuck...” she growled, her gruff, feminine voice dropping to a bass’s note - Alastor’s lilt effortlessly cascading out of her transformed mouth. “No... I’m...” She growled out her own name. “Loona... I…” But soon, Alastor's memories drowned her thoughts. She remembered their names, yes, but they meant nothing to her. She was Alastor now. The process continued, her fur receding, replaced by smooth beige skin. Her ears shortened, darkening, as two black-tipped antlers pushed through her hair. Her tail was the last to change, shrinking into her body, leaving her with a pointed tailbone inside her transformed pants. Loona's harsh makeup faded away, her grinning mouth now packed with sharp teeth, her piercing vanished. Her body was fully male now, tall and slim, yet assertively imposing. A cane materialized in her hand - no, his hand. An old-fashioned microphone dangled from the top, a relic of days long past. Loona's final thoughts echoed in her mind, “What the actual...” But then, she vanished and Alastor chuckled, taking in his new surroundings. "Well, isn't this a devilishly delightful twist?!” His voice echoed in the room, unfazed by the transformation. No swear words ornamented his speech, only the refined diction of the Radio Demon. “Who am I, you may ask?” He asked to the room as if addressing an audience. “Why, I'm Alastor, the Radio Demon!" He tipped an imaginary hat, basking in his new existence. Looking down at his changed self, he felt a sense of satisfaction. A fresh coat, a renewing change. He was Alastor, and he'd no room for Loona’s existence. She, along with her crude language and volatile behavior, were mere footnotes of a past that was no longer his. "Now, let's see what kind of… mischief I can cause," he muttered to himself, walking with an air of unfettered confidence, prepared to orchestrate a symphony only the Radio Demon could conceive. Alastor then exited the office, leaving behind no trace of the sulking hellhound that once dwelled in there; only a charismatic, unpredictable, and sinister wave of new adventures.
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