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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 just like all fairies (who are all also insect-sized), 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 effortlessly, 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), to his horror and without his previous consent, he starts to genuinely smile and he is truly giggling due to his emerging child-like 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 tries to cry and show fear instead, but all of this is futile and he continues to giggle, smile, and becoming happier and he is enjoying it, all of it against his will). While that is happening and 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 innocence, 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. After all that transformation, the now-fairy reader and his female fairy wife laughed in affection and then kiss each other affectionately, since they both genuinely love each other, before flying back to their home in the fairy village. 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).
As you coast through the dim ambiance of the museum, your eyes gravitate towards a dusty, ancient book that seems incongruous amongst the relics of human history. The title is weathered, but you can just make out the words: 'Lore of the Fair Folk'. Curiosity piqued, you gently paw the pages open, to a luminous blinding light— an ethereal glow that engulfs you. A strange feeling washes over you, as a tingling sensation starts from your earlobes, shifting their rounded structure to long, refined points. Simultaneously, you feel your frame becoming leaner, your muscles, stronger yet svelte, tingling with newfound vigor. A sense of alarm threads through your human mind even as warmth spreads through your now thin and athletic form. Running your fingers through your hair, it slides like water through your fingers – it's growing in length, flowing down past your shoulders. Your skin pales as it becomes bitingly cold, taking on an otherworldly pallor. No semblance of beard or stubble graces your cheeks or chin, but your eyebrows and eyelashes darken, enhancing the mystical handsomeness of your new face. A crackling sensation pricks at your back, as two wings sprout forth. They are lithe and membranous, resembling those of an insect, fluttering as they catch the light, before settling weightlessly on your back. A chill of horror prickles your spine, but also a joyous sense of freedom as you test those wings — and experiencing the overwhelming sensation of lifting off the ground, of the gift of flight. All around, your world is changing. The musty museum dissolves into a medieval element, a realm of towering trees as tall as skyscrapers. Goblins dart between branches, dragons roam the skies, and flocks of fairies fluttering by – all sharing your minuscule stature. You are becoming tinier, an insect in this new colossal world. A sudden sense of disorientation floods your mind, as your memories start to blend, then shift. You feel, deep in your gut, an overwhelming dread; it's as if your grasp on your own identity is slipping away — from being a human named...you can't remember. It becomes harder to think in English, as words transform mid-sentence into a melodic string of unintelligible syllables which, paradoxically, you strangely understand. "Haldiran...Glinthal...Esiril," you mutter to yourself in the fairy's elven tongue for 'sunlight', 'freedom', and 'love'; even though you want to scream for help in English, nothing now comes out but a foreign tongue. As your distress peaks, a calming presence approaches. A female fairy, beautiful with her crystal eyes and cascading hair, moves to comfort you. Her arms, just as small and light as yours, wraps around you in an intimate, familiar way. "Haldiran Alalo… you are home, Selindor," she sings softly, her sweet voice singing your new name and soothing your fears. Somehow, you know her. "Talindra," you whisper, recognizing her name the moment you speak it. She is your wife. You married her centuries ago, beneath the celestial glow of the Elven moon. A sense of safety washes over you as understanding dawns — and with it, a flood of memories, of a life of joy, innocence, and fairy mischief that eclipses your forgotten human past. Giggling, you surrender to the transformation, your heart swelling with child-like delight. Talindra's giggles mingle with yours, a beautiful harmony, before your lips meet in a soft, passionate kiss. The last lingering strains of humanity fade into nothingness, leaving only a medieval fairy, basking in the joy of eternity with the love of his countless lives. You take her hand, relishing in the intimate contact, before leading her in an intricate dance across the sky, heading home.
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