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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 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 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). To aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind, a female fairy from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed 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, 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 and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness and 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. 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 steps echo in the empty corridors of the museum. You have turned up rather late and most of the exhibits are closed for viewing. But one particular display catches your eye, a delightful chamber lined with ancient books. Aching to breathe in the musky aroma of old parchments, you make your way to the center of the room. There it is, a beautifully bound tome with golden inscriptions depicting various mythical creatures. Drawn to the tales of magic, you open the book and a blinding flash engulfs you. Suddenly an overwhelming feeling strikes you, like your body is being reformatted. You double over in surprise as a delightful but strange feeling rushes over, like stepping into a warm bath. You sense your body becoming leaner, your muscles hardening with the vigor of an athlete. Pale, radiant skin is the first change you notice. You reach up, feeling the edges of your ears curving to sharp points. You frantically tug at them, and the sensation pulls you back into the cusp of reality. Your astounded eyes catch sight of your own reflection from a nearby glass case. You see handsome features shifting, smoothing into an ethereal beauty. Suddenly, a handful of fine long hair cascades over your shoulders. Your fingers ghost over their length, the touch strange yet familiar. Your glance strays downwards, where the outfit had been replaced with a tunic, fashioned from shimmering threads. Suddenly, a ticklish sensation prickles your back, causing you to cringe. When you twist and turn to look at your reflection again, intricate fairy wings reflect back at you, shivering under the light. Your heart hammers as a wave of panic grips you. You try to call out in your native English, but the words that came out were not your own. A fluid melody of strange tongue is sung from your very lips, powerful and soothing. Almost like a river's flow, the memories of your normal, human life get washed away. You desperately claw at the receding memories, a horrific despair overwhelming you. But deep down, you know the fight is futile. For each attempt to hold onto anything familiar only quickens your transformation. Your cries change, into a language you should not know, but you do. You cry out for friends, for family, but the pleas are erased before they're even voiced. Just when you've almost succumbed, a comforting voice fills your ears, singing an ancient lullaby in the same fluid tongue that had baffled you moments ago. The voice is accompanied by a gentle touch, a cascade of soft whispers reminding you who you are - a fairy. Swimming back to consciousness, you find yourself embraced by a female fairy. Her face lights up with joy at the sight of you finally opening your eyes. Though you've never seen her, the connection you feel towards her is undeniably strong. A slow realization dawns on you- she is your wife. You look around and inhale the new reality, the verdant green around you, the mystical creatures lazily floating around. You're a part of this now. The fear ebbs away replaced by peace, a sense of completion. You find joy, freedom and most importantly, love in this new life of yours. And in that moment, you knew. The life of a human was the dream, but the life of a fairy - this was the blissful reality you were privileged to live in. Leaning into your wife's comforting hold, you take flight, gliding into the welcoming skies of your newfound home.
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