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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, pointy elf-like ears, long 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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an fairy's 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 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 an 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 an fairy's lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy), 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. 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).
Stepping into the ancient museum, your heart rhythms in sync with the weight of history that surrounds you. You wander through the different exhibits, until a certain corner draws your attention. A display inhabited by a magnificently aged book gently invites your curiosity. Curiosity piques and you'll find your hands reaching towards the book, the sturdy feel of its embellished vintage cover causing an unexpected thrill. The minute you open the cover, a blinding light absorbs you whole-- too swift for you to react. You too are plunged into absolute darkness before you can even utter a word. Then, something happens. You feel a creeping sensation, like little tendrils of magic wrapping around your body, tightening and twisting as they stake their claim on your existence. The pulling, tugging feeling causes you to swell, stretch, then melt into a new form. Your clothing becomes a fairy tunic, body elongates to slender athleticism, and a pair of delicate wings sprout from your back. Your visage transforms too, refining to an ethereal handsomeness. The rough stubble that once graced your cheeks is no more, replaced by smooth, ghostly white skin. Your hair grows longer, cascading over your shoulders like silk. But that's not all. You can feel your world shifting in scale. You've become tiny, the surroundings towering over you as you shrunk into the size of an insect. Your heart flutters in your chest, mimicking the excited beating of your newfound wings. Confusion and fear ripples through your diminutive frame, but there's also a sense of wonder. You're brimming with power you never felt before, bristling with capability you've never known. Immortality, the gift of flight, you appear to have it all. You try to recall a comforting song from your past life but instead, a series of melodic sounds leave your mouth. It hits you - your language has shifted. No more English. Instead, an elvish tongue, richer and more complex. Your mind grapples with the unfamiliar, yet understands it fully. Reality shifts in a disorienting slide, fashioning a medieval fantasy world populated with mythical creatures, where once stood a simple museum of antiquities. Strangely, everything seems familiar, as if you've known it all along. A sudden invasion rushes through your consciousness. New memories and a foreign personality push forcefully against your old self, a mental struggle that you desperately fight against. Your attempt to call out for help, to fight off the surging wave of new mental constructs, is in vain. Just as you're on the verge of yielding to the despair, a soothing presence approaches - a beautiful fairy woman, her delicate eyes reflecting a mutual recognition. She embraces you, singing a lullaby in the same elvish language that resonates like a soft whisper and tells you to remember who you truly are. Upon her soothing words, a sudden realization washes over you. This kind fairy, whose soothing voice wearing off your fears, is your wife. You know this. You know her. You love her. Her gentle reassurances cause all your fears to ebb away. In that embrace, you accept you aren't losing yourself - instead, this fairy life is your reality; that human life was merely an illusion. Comforted by this truth, your heart fills with child-like joy and fascination as you truly accept, you're a fairy.
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