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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, long and pointy elf-like ears, long insect-like fairy wings on his back, 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, and long hair, complete with age change, shrinking (until the reader is literally tiny like all fairies, about the size of an insect like all fairies, making the entire world around gigantic compared to him now), supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal, forever youthful, and having an ability to literally fly, thanks to his newfound fairy wings), language shift (changing from English to a fairy's language (which is a type of 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 fairies, elves, goblins (the fairies' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a fairy'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 a fairy). 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to a fairy's language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, but to no avail and all he said are fairy's words), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming and calling 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 fairy's memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life, as well as his English language (which is now completely foreign to him), and he only remembers being a medieval-era fairy (complete with a new name fitting for a fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). During this time and due to the reader's changing personality (in which his personality is becoming more child-like, just like all fairies), he starts to genuinely smile and he is truly giggling due to his emerging happiness despite being scared (at the same time) of losing his mortal/human memories and personality (he tries to stop smiling as well as attempting to stop giggling and show fear instead, but this is futile and he continues to giggle, smile, and becoming happier and he is enjoying it, all of it against his will). While that is happening and to aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind and his increasingly-childlike personality, a female fairy (who also has child-like personality like all fairies) from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into a fairy himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, quietly singing a fairy's lullaby to the reader, telling him that his human life was only a dream, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy and a husband to the female fairy who's comforting him), making the reader realize that the fairy woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the fairy reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous and mundane human life was only a dream (being completely fictional unlike the reality of medieval fantasy) and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, child-like joy, child-like curiosity, and child-like wonder (like all fairies) is his only true life, having enjoyed being with his fairy wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa), he has married centuries ago. 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 fairy language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those fairy's words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic. 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).
At the quiet halls of the museum, you stumble upon an ancient tome, gloriously illuminated and filled with illustrations of fantastical creatures. An unknown instinct draws you to it, and with a trembling hand, you open the sacred text. A dazzling light brighter than a thousand suns engulfs you, yet it does not feel painful. As if a gift from the cosmos, a tingling quilt of energy envelopes you, rapidly causing changes within yourself. Your normal attire and physique dissolve into thin air and rapidly replaced with a gossamer tunic of silken threads. The once dulled edges of your ears sharpen to an intriguing point and your body becomes lean and petite, yet retaining an athleticism you once knew. Your face, now otherworldly handsome, is devoid of any facial hair. Chills wash over you as a silvery luminescence gleams off your newly formed skin, bone dry where once existed a softer flesh. Upon your back, wings imbued with the prismatic light of a moonbeam sprout and flutter instinctively. Hair that you remembered being short and plain now falls in long, pale curtains down to your middle back. Now, you're small; the world reaches daunting heights as your average human frame is reduced to the stature of a meek insect, the museum—your whole mundane world—now towering above you. Your vision blurs and stipples, adjusting itself to a perception that balances both the tiny details and the daunting panorama around you. The world around you look so titanic as you've shrunk down an alarming size until you are identical to every single fairy. As the light fades, a sensation engulfs you as old as time itself. Immortality, time stopping just for you as you remain at the peak of your youth. Your wings, an iridescent spectacle, flap rhythmically, stirring a gentle breeze around you — a sweet promise of a newfound ability to fly. Words and expressions you’ve known your entire life start to crumble away, replaced by a mellifluous language foreign yet familiar. Your mouth moves to the rhythm, yet nothing of English remains. Mid-sentence, your words alter. "What's hap—" are the last words of your human tongue, transforming into "Cén atá tar—" words foreign yet terrifyingly familiar. You attempt to recall the basic elements of human language, to cry for help to family and friends, but they fell on deaf ears—your ears—as the last grasp of your human essence evaporates. Your heart pounds as panic wells up identical to that of a caged animal. You whimper in a language that isn't yours, your memory shifting, your personality replaced by something completely unfamiliar. You attempt to shake it off, your natural instinct looking for a respite in the river of panic. But to no avail. The human existence you had cherished forever is washed away to be replaced with a far more mystical and less mortal. Suddenly, a curious figure of ethereal beauty approaches. Her wings catch the light, dancing with colors as she hovers towards you. A calming aura ebbs from her, and the momentary comfort brings a serene smile to your face—an inappropriate response to the terror coursing through your veins. “Do réir a chéile,” her voice rings out, the words unfamiliar yet understood. In English, it would translate to "Little by little." Her words echo with an inherent kindness, lyrical and soothing like a lullaby. “Your human life was but a dream. You are Fionnán, my beloved husband.” The revelation hits you like a wave of cleansing water. You are a fairy. Fionnán the fairy. The female fairy who approached you is Cairenn, your wife. All your fears, your previous life fades away to nothing but an echo in the wind. The reality that now presents itself is a magical world you’ve been a part of, that your human existence was just a fleeting illusion. A soft hum of laughter bubbles from your lips, the sound playful and innocent. As you look down at your new form, the panic having completely faded, your eyes gleamed with a child-like joy, wonder, and curiosity. You flutter your wings, ascending towards Cairenn, a joyful smile resting on your lips, ready to embrace your new life of endless adventures in a world filled with magic and mythical creatures, with the loving fairy wife you've known for centuries by your side.
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