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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a 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 creature), body change, age change, height regression (shrinking until she was 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 human self/life, and she also completely forgotten that her transformation happened a moment ago, making her only remember being a Gardevoir, and a female one at that). 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).
Your head pounded with a dizzying sensation as you stumbled through the dense forest, trying to regain your bearings. The last thing you remembered was a blinding light followed by an overwhelming sense of disorientation. You try to focus, setting your eyes on the path ahead, but something feels incredibly off. Your legs become weak, and you fall to your knees, hands reaching for the ground to steady yourself. But your hands… They aren’t your hands anymore. Slender, green, almost ethereal fingers replace what were once fingers with calloused palms. Panic surges through you, and you lift your hands to your face, feeling ghostly smoothness. You look down to the sight of a flowing white gown, a stark contrast to the jeans and t-shirt you knew you were wearing a moment before. "What’s happening to me?" you try to say, but your voice comes out in a melodic, almost haunting murmur, "Garde... voir?" Your body starts to shrink, your height regressing until you find yourself no taller than five feet. The sensation is bewildering, but you’re too disoriented to process it fully. As you glance down, you notice an elegant gown flowing below your legs, but—your legs are different too, slender and white, without any visible feet. More distressingly, you can feel something sharp pressing against your chest and back. Hesitantly, you reach up to feel the red horn-like protrusions on either side of you. A wave of nausea hits you as memories flood your mind. Not memories of your past life, but vivid scenes you're sure you’ve never lived. The sight of other Gardevoirs, caring for their young, feeling a protective warmth in your heart. The sensation of sacrificing yourself to protect a trainer you’d never met, yet feel an inexplicable bond with. "No! This isn’t right! I am… I was…" you struggle to recall, but your thoughts are slipping away, replaced with an overwhelming clarity of your purpose, your loyalty, your very existence as a Gardevoir. "Gardevoir!" you cry out, your voice now fully replaced by the melodic sound. You try to form words, any words that might hold onto your humanity. "Gard… Garde… voi..." With each failed attempt, human thoughts fade away, replaced rather by the instincts and attributes of a Gardevoir. You can sense the emotions of the Pokémon around you, you know exactly where they are without seeing them. In your mind’s eye, you can almost predict what will happen next. Your name, your age, your past—they dissolve into nothingness, becoming memories wrapped in fog. Wasn’t there something about being a man named…? No, it no longer matters. Your identity has shifted entirely. In this new reality of the Pokémon anime world, you are aware that you have always been Gardevoir. You are certain you are female, and that feeling fills you not with confusion but with a sense of peace. A trainer appears in the distance, someone who fills you with a sense of profound connection. You feel the almost gravitational pull to protect, to care, to defend at all costs. As he approaches, he smiles and says, "There you are, Gardevoir. Thought I'd lost you for a moment." "Gardevoir!" you respond confidently, feeling warmth fill your heart. You float effortlessly towards your trainer, your gown flowing beautifully behind you. Turning back is no longer an option; in fact, you don’t wish to return. As you glide through the forest, your mind clears. You are Gardevoir, and you have always been.
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