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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic body, handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however, which are blonde like his head head now), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human and only remember being an elf). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as completely forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging/invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), also speaking in elven language, making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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 day started normally enough. You were at a museum, your curiosity drawn towards an unassuming book sitting in a display case. It was old, the leather binding cracked with age, its pages tinged with yellow. The spine read: "Medievus Fantasia Creaturelis". Shrugging off your hesitations, you opened the book, expecting to see elaborate illustrations or archaic text, but were instead greeted with an intense blinding light. Your vision cleared quickly, the harsh museum lighting replaced by the warm glow of the setting sun. You found yourself now standing on lush green grass which was very unlike the cold museum floor you had just been on. Confused, you looked around and saw an enchanting forest in the distance. You felt your heart flutter with a sense of unease, wondering, "What just happened?" Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a breeze blow past you and realized your clothes had changed. Gone were your comfortable jeans and sneakers, replaced with a vibrant tunic, a flowing cape, and neat medieval-styled pants tucked under tall, rugged boots. You noticed light yet durable leather gloves on your hands. Slowly, your body changed, adapting to its new environment. You turned lean yet robust, an elf's ethereal form perfectly balanced for agility and strength. You were suddenly drawn to a nearby pond and saw your reflection in the still waters. Your features were delicate, marked by an eternal youth. You noticed pointy ears sticking out of your now long, blonde locks. You absently touched your smooth chin, realizing your beard was gone, only your blonde eyebrows and lashes remaining. Your eyes, once a unmemorable brown, now mirrored the clear sapphire skies. Then suddenly it dawned on you - you had transformed into an elf. Panicked thoughts fogged your mind as you felt your mental faculties subtly shifting. It started with forgetting your native tongue, replaced with an unspoken understanding of a melodic but totally unfamiliar language. You opened your mouth and "Where am I?" shifted into elven language from English mid-sentence, the transition so smooth, so natural that it unnerved you even more. You tried to fight the encroaching changes, holding onto memories of your human existence. You screamed for familiar faces but they seemed hazy, like a weekend trip taken years ago. You shook your head, hoping to expel these elven memories, but they held fast, burying deep into the crevices of your mind and you, despite your resistance, started losing your humanity. Your worst fear turned true. Suddenly, you felt immersed in war memories against goblins, archery training sessions, a wedding with a beautiful elf woman. You screamed, cried, but the memories replaced any recollection of your previous life. Just as the despair threatened to overwhelm you, a comforting presence approached. A beautiful elf woman, draped in delicate silks, her eyes radiating love and concern, approached you. She spoke to you softly in perfect elfish, a language you now understood: "Niúran, mae govannen," greeting you with your new name. You felt her comforting hug, her soft hands holding you lovingly. She leaned in, bestowing a loving kiss that hit you with a wave of memories. The elf woman was your wife - your loving, caring wife whom you had married centuries ago - you remembered. Your sorrow subsided as she began to sing, her melodious voice echoing through the serene woods, wrapping you in a cocoon of calmness: "Dínen i laiss en' I'lin..." ("Quiet is the rustle of the leaves..."), she crooned, her eyes full of empathy. The tones were soft, gentle, each syllable a balm to your unsettled mind. She delicately wiped away your tears, whispering comforting words in your ear, "Do you remember? Remember who you really are?" In her words, you found an odd sense of peace, accepting this strange transformation. Separated from your old life, your previous human existence seemed like a distant dream now. It wasn't sorrow that filled you now, but a sense of awakening, of truth. You knew now that you were an elf, this was your true life, your true love. Despite the harsh transformation, this was reality. Embracing your elf identity, you felt ready to explore this fantasy realm with your beloved wife by your side. After all, this was now your world, your life.
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