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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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 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). 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 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 (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) 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. 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).
The chill coming off the old walls of the museum envelops you as you enter. Your eyes, eventually adjusting to the dimly-lit chambers, fall to a singularly old book, seeming somewhat off amidst the other artifacts. The cover, bound in worn leather and embossed with images of mythical creatures, draws your curiosity. You decide to carefully open it. As soon as the book is opened, a blinding light pours forth, bathing the whole room. The light penetrates you and in an instant, your world changes. Feeling an odd sensation in your ears, you reach up and touch them - only to realize they're longer and taper off to distinct points. Your clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, morph into a medieval-style tunic, pants, and boots. You feel a cape settling on your shoulders, gloves encasing your hands in leather. Your body shifts, leaning out while maintaining an athletic crispness. Your skin lightens to a pale hue, while your face, previously covered in a thin layer of stubble, is now smooth. Your hair grows and turns blonde. Simultaneously, you feel an itching sensation in your chest, like a gnarled root is growing inside you. Suddenly your memories wobble, totter, and then topple down. New ones replace the tumbling ones. You feel yourself getting tenser, your heart beating faster in panic. You try to clench your fist, fight against this tidal wave of alien past, and find yourself failing. “Ēl sīla lūmena vomentiēlo,” a voice cuts through your panic even as your last human memories dissolve. The language is foreign, yet you can understand it perfectly, "A star shines on the hour of our meeting." The voice belongs to an ethereal-looking female elf standing in front of you. With conditioned reflex, you reply, “Alassë mānalyë, melda lisse” – Joy be with you, my sweet. Your mind registers the unfamiliar words leaving your mouth, and there’s a spike of terror gripping you. You feel like crying out, like shaking this dream off. But it’s as if your past has suddenly vanished and this dream is your reality. The elf woman steps forward, wraps her lithe arms around you, with a grace that is natural to her. Her hair smells of lavender and night enchantments. Your heart aches, filled with tender feelings you can't understand, yet feel innate. She holds your hands, tenderly, yet firmly, coaxing tranquility into your ravaged senses. She whispers in your ears, “Nātu i elenath tūlien.” You know the words – they croon, “under the stars, we’ve arrived.” She leans in, kissing your forehead with love only centuries of togetherness can imbue. She begins singing an old elven lullaby that makes your heart ache, and then floods it with warmth. Her words echo your existence – you are an elf, a creature of the stars and magic, older than the mountains and seas. She says your elven name, affection weaving through the syllables. Slowly begrudgingly, your old self fades away, making room for the elf lord you’ve always been. You wrap her into your embrace, feeling reality set into your soul. You are of the elf kind, her mate, her beloved. You are home.
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