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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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), supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal, forever youthful, and having an ability to literally fly, thanks to his newfound wings), 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 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).
The cold marble floors of the museum echo as you walk. Amidst the towering shelves filled with ancient artifacts, there it is, a book about medieval fantasy creatures that you've been wanting to read. As your fingertips brush the cover of the aged volume, a burst of light blinds your vision, enveloping you. The world around you shifts drastically. The cold museum replaced by a lush, vivid forest with towering trees, and a fantastical medieval castle reaching towards the heavens. Suddenly, you feel an unusual tingling sensation throughout your body. You glance down to see that you're wearing a green, intricate tunic, light as a feather. Your fingers now noticeably slender, clad in a flesh much paler than before. You feel a warmth behind you, you strain your neck backward to see wings, long, transparent, and incandescent like a dragonfly's, unfurling from your back. Looking around you, everything seems giant - the blades of grass, the petals of flowers, even the morning dew is the size of apples. It dawns on you slowly, you've shrunk; shrunk to the minuscule size of an insect. You feel a lightness in your form, a newfound agility. Despite the initial shock, an innate sense of familiarity settles in your being. It's as if this body was always meant to be yours. A twinge in your pointed ears makes you realize that you're hearing a soft rustling of the wind, the conversations of the insects, the whispers of the flowers. Words and phrases unknown to you before start crowding your mind. "Tha is tú anois?" you mumble slowly, curious and unsure, unable to recognize the language even as it slips from your tongue. You try to shake your head, to rid the foreign words forming in your mind, but every English word dissipates, replaced by this elvish language. Memories flood back, but they're not yours. No, they couldn't be. They speak of a life filled with moonlit flights, petal dances, and magical wonders. Names, faces, the arch-nemesis goblins, blue dragons soaring through the sky, all mesh in a whirlpool in your mind. You shake your head in despair, tears glistening in your eyes. You try to remember who you are, but instead, a new name surfaces. "Eron", you whisper, the name fittingly slipping between your lips while your old name fades into oblivion. Just as the understanding of your new existence begins to dawn on you, a tinkling sound interrupts your thoughts. A figure approaches, fragile yet ethereal. Her arms open up to cradle you, her voice humming a fairy lullaby familiar to your ears. Words pour out of her mouth, "Bí cuimhin leat cé hé tú, Eron," and despite not understanding the words just moments ago, you understand now. She cradles you closer, whispering. All you can let out is a soft, "Anam Cara," the moment you identify her as your soulmate. As you accept your reality, you realize that your mundane human life was just a dream, your life as Eron, a joyous fairy with child-like happiness and wonder, being your true existence. The fairy, your wife, comforts you, and with this reassurance, you realize there is no other life you'd prefer than being a fairy, living in a world of perpetual wonder and magic.
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