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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an 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 smile and he is 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 being happier against his will). 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).
The cool ancient ambiance of the museum is soothing, the hushed silence around you only punctuated by the occasional whispering of fellow visitors. A stiff leather-bound book in the corner grabs your attention, its cover decorated with mythical creatures from medieval fantasy. It's a book about fairies, elves, goblins, dragons and many more. Peculiarly drawn to it, you run your fingers gently over its ridges and intricacies, before deciding to flick it open. As you lay your hands on either side of the book, a violent blast of pure light explodes from its pages, blinding you momentarily. A rush of vibrant euphoria zips through every fiber of your being, pushing out—as if a storm washing away all signs of the past. A ripple of change, like a ripple atop a pond's surface, showed you for an instant, your reflection altering. You sense your body shrinking, your clothes altering, reshaping into a fairy tunic, lightweight and iridescent, a perfect fit for a new thin, lean yet muscular body. A strange tickle on the sides of your head distracts you from the growing wings on your back, the whisper-thin insect-like appendages bringing a new lightness in your every move. They flutter behind you, a rush of exhilaration at the newfound freedom of flight. A glance at the ever-growing room makes you gasp. You're down to the size of an insect, the world around you has become gigantic compared to the puny form you now took. You catch your reflection in a nearby glass panel. There's an ethereal beauty about your face now, carried with a sense of delicate strength. Lost are your facial hair but eyebrows and eyelashes adorn the handsome face. Your skin has gone pale, almost like a porcelain artifact under soft moonlight, and your hair flows long and artfully haggard. Suddenly, comprehensible English language starts becoming alien, morphing into a musical set of pitches and tones. You try to speak, calling out for anyone, fear creeping into your tone, but it's no longer English that leaves your lips instead an enchanting elven language. The words are foreign on your tongue, yet a part of you seems to instinctively understand them perfectly. You grasp at your human memories, your family, friends, the conversations in English, all vanishing like smoke in the wind. Panic ensues, you feel a shift in your persona, a child-like quality making way into your feelings. But it's too late. The essence of your humanity is fading, replaced by the playful personality of a fairy. You find yourself starting to giggle despite the horror of losing your self-identity. Before long, a soothing presence wraps around you. She's a vision to behold, her very features as delicate and beautiful as yours now. A female fairy, her musical voice humming a comforting lullaby in your language, whispering that you were home now. "Sweethaven, min efirrr," she coos ever so kindly, the words translating to, "Do not fear, my love." She insists what you previously thought of your life was nothing but a dream, assuring you that you are a fairy, her beloved. Eventually, layers of your past life peel away, the human life that was yours drifting into the realm of forgotten memories. In exchange, you find a love for this captivating fairy before you, a sense of marital familiarity washing over you. You give in, accepting this joyous child-like life, as a fairy, as her partner. A sense of peace dawns upon you, leaving behind a sense of joyous happiness. Indeed, it was a hell of a day at the museum!
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