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Question: Write the transformation story of the reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Your day started off like any other. You had woken up, eaten breakfast, maybe taken a walk or done some chores. Suddenly, you feel an unfamiliar sensation. The air around you shimmers, taking on an almost ethereal glow. The very air seems to vibrate and blur. As you watch, incredulous, the transformation begins. The first thing you feel is an odd twisting sensation inside, like your body is being blended into a new mold. You stagger slightly, catching your reflection in a nearby mirror. You cannot help but gasp as you notice the white fur cropping up all over your skin, slowly spreading from your chest to your face, arms and legs. You raise your hands – no – now gloves up to your face, as you see the color change from your regular skin tone to a strange white. "Wha--? What's happening?" You thought to yourself. Your voice, however, doesn’t come out as yours. It’s rougher, gruffer, more distinct with a faint touch of a New York accent. Next, your physique starts to change. Watching in a mix of shock and horror, your body elongates, growing leaner and taller. Your clothes are replaced by a light pink suit, a reddish-grey miniskirt and thigh-high heeled boots among other clothing items, almost as if they're threading themselves onto your form from threads of air. Your body aches with an intensity that makes you tremble, your bones restructuring themselves to accommodate your new, changed form. Your senses are overwhelmed as two more sets of slender arms - an arm in a cerise pink glove on each side and another with a white glove - extrude from your form. Your new reality is asserting itself on you, bending and shifting your understanding of what reality is. An urge rises within you to check your reflection in the mirror. As your pink, ceradon eyes (two of which were dark and two light) meet their likeness in the mirror, you stumble backwards. Shaking your head in denial, you try to hold on to your old memories, but they slip away like sand through your fingers. Your life, it seems, was now Angel Dust's, or rather, you were Angel Dust. "No... I can't do this. I need to fight it," you tell yourself. However, the more you try to resist, the stronger the transformation's hold becomes. The mental transformation was painful, and despite your best efforts, your human identity was being obliterated, replaced with Angel Dust's spicy personality. The reflection in the mirror evolves to match your physical change. You were now the infamous spider-demon, Angel Dust- slender and standing tall of 8 feet, draped in a fashionable outfit with your prominent, fluffy white chest giving you a distinct, almost star-like appearance. Your past identity feels like blurry dream, events and faces becoming mere whispers. Adopting Angel Dust's persona doesn’t mean you're not afraid, merely that you have learned to channel your fear in a different way. Hiswit and sarcasm comes easy now, turning fear and apprehension into humor. "Guess this ain’t so bad. I mean, look at me! I’m star material baby, top tier material, just as Angel would say!” you say out loud, a slow and uncertain smile spreading in response to the smooth tone of your new voice. "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like Hell," you comment with a grin, as you slowly take in your surroundings. You were in Angel’s world now, the mortal human you were seems like a distant dream, hazed and undefined, never to return. With those lingering thoughts, you felt yourself finally transforming fully, into the infamous Angel Dust with a new life awaiting you in the world of the Hazbin Hotel. You were no longer yourself, instead, you have become Angel Dust and this was your reality now, permanent and irreversible. Little did you know, your adventure was just beginning.
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