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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, 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), 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), 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, 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 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). 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, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), 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 only a dream 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).
You were there for the history of people long past, wandering in the antique, quiet grandeur of the museum. The captivating thrill of discovering novel pieces of centuries-old human culture had always been your hobby. Today, a peculiar book enveloped in a veneer of ancient credibility gasped for your attention. Etched on its worn cover was a titillating inscription, "The World Beyond: Creatures of Medieval Fantasy." Curiosity tugged you in, compelling you to flip open the book. A blinding iridescent light surged from its pages, enveloping you instantly, your heart pounding with adrenaline. Suddenly, the light dissipated, leaving you in an altered state. Gone was the museum, replaced by an enchanting forest of colossal trees, their leaves rustling in the wind. The plain clothes you once bore morphed into an elven tunic, fitted snugly against your lean, athletic form. Boots, crafted from the finest leather, rose up your calves. Gloves of the same material slid onto your hands like a second skin. A cape fluttered down onto your shoulders, its fabric as silken as the morning's first light. A cold breeze swept past, your pointy elven ears sensitive to its movement for the first time. Touching your face, you felt a substantial lack of facial hair on the lower half of your face. You noticed an unerring leanness to your once fuller form, handsomeness marked on your ethereal-looking elfish countenance. Your once mortal skin was now an opalescent shade, tinged with the pale luminescence of moonlight. Your eyes reflected the loveliness of a clear blue sky. As you reached up to touch your hair, soft and long, a flow of golden silk met your fingertips. Immediately, thoughts began to cloud your mind. Old words and faces faded, replaced by ones you didn't recognize. Panic seized your heart as you started to cry in a strange, melodic language that your tongue seemed familiar with, begging for help, desperately clinging onto the receding tide of your old memories. "Na lû e-govaned vîn," (we will meet again) an unfamiliar yet comforting voice, soothing and soft, broke through your turmoil. Turning towards the voice, a beautiful elf, radiating an aura of tender familiarity, stepped towards you. Your heart stirred, emotions flooding your senses. She reached out and caressed your face, her touch coaxing away the panic that gnawed at you. Sorrow danced in her eyes as she sang a lullaby, calming your frenzied spirit. As the song flowed around you, the last struggles of your human memories seeped away, replaced by images of battles won, lovers loved, and songs sung in the heart of ancient forests. Her words echoed in your ears, "Remember who you are, Thalion," her voice filled with pleading. Thalion. Your name, as familiar as the lullaby she sang. The elf woman, your wife, watched you with watery eyes, your transformation complete. The horror of losing your humanity was slowly replaced with elven serenity, immortal in your essence. Your wife wrapped her arms around you gently, guiding your sensations to the tranquil world around you. Your heart surged with joy. It was a dream. Your previous life was just a dream. This was your reality. This was you, Thalion, the elf, in the bosom of your beautiful, eternal forest, with the love of your immortal life by your side, forever.
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