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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, joy, 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).
Stepping into the cavernous museum, the scent of old books and artifacts ran up your nostrils. Among the endless items, a singular object caught your eye: a book, unlike anything you'd ever seen. Its title? 'Realm of Medieval Fantasy Creatures'. Tugged by a curious instinct, you opened the book. Light, blinding and fierce, erupted from within the pages, engulfing you. Your heartbeat drumming in your ears, you began to feel strange. Your clothes seemed looser and, upon glancing downwards, you realised with a jolt of horror that you were shrinking, shrinking until the book and the museum around you seemed titanic. Your heart pounded violently with fear, echoed by the shrill pulse in your ears. Only ... your ears weren’t the same, they were longer, pointed. Alarmed, you twisted to look at your reflection in the glass case nearby. Staring back at you was a stranger: handsome and ethereal, face smooth, skin pale. You reached up and felt your now long hair, bound by a fairy tunic. Worst of all, there were wings, sprouting from your back, long and insect-like. You opened your mouth to scream, but the voice that came wasn’t your own. Instead, a string of unfamiliar words slipped out. You tried harder, panic sealing your throat, but all you could hear was a beautifully melodic language, crafted from the tunes of nature. A sense of dread overcame you as your mind started to shift. It felt like you were losing the very essence of yourself. Scrabbling for a hold on your slipping identity, you screamed for your family, friends, anyone. Hot tears blurred your vision as your words turned into that foreign tongue. Fight it, fight it, you repeated, shaking your head as if to clear it. Moments turned into centuries, yet your struggle was in vain. Your mundane human life compressed into a distant dream, replaced by the endless span of being a fairy. Just when you were giving up, a soothing voice echoed. A woman, with eyes shimmering like sunlight on dewdrops, appeared beside you. The fading remnants of human in you feared, but the part that had already surrendered to the fairy recognised her. "Shh," she consoled, cradling you with a warmth that seeped into your terrified soul. "Remember. Remember who you really are." Her words washed through you like a gentle tide, soft, tranquil, and inevitable. And, maybe, it was because of those liquid tones, or perhaps it was the inevitable toll of the conversion. But you felt you really did know her. And not just know, but also love, with all your soon-to-be-immortal fairy heart. Her words swelled through your mind, washing away the remnants of your human life. Your fear began to recede, replaced by the peace of knowing who you truly were supposed to be. Your mind was no longer yours and yet, it felt astonishingly right. "I am a fairy," you whispered in realization, your voice echoing through the millennia-old walls of the museum. The happiness flooded you – a feeling only a free creature of the winds, the likes of a fairy, could fully comprehend. The woman wrapped her arms around you, humming a lullaby that calmed the last vestiges of your human fears. There was no denying that the face staring back at you in the glass was entirely different than before, yet it was still you. Or perhaps, the real you. As everything around you morphed into a fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures, you couldn't help but smile. As you rested against your newfound fairy wife, you realized: you were finally home.
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