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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 a fairy's 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).
Your ordinary life takes you into the slow paced corridors of a museum today, an airy space filled with ancient books and artifacts beyond your wildest dreams. A particular book catches your eye - one filled with tales and depictions of mythical creatures straight out of medieval fantasy. As your fingers fall upon the near-dilapidated cover, humming with a subtle power, you shudder slightly. Strange, but you choose to shrug it off. As you pry open its surprisingly weighty cover, a blinding surge of light drenches you in its pallor. It's a deluge, an overbearing energy that sweeps you off your feet and grapples with your very form. Suddenly, something alien yet mysteriously familiar cradles you in its ethereal and fascinating origin. You can feel your body pulling and shrinking, the world around you expanding. It's unnerving, yielding to a reality that you could not have predicted or foreseen. You hear the soft, foreign language in whispers carried by a wayward breeze, but strangely, you understand it. Remember it, even. It alternates from English mid-sentence and you startlingly forget your grasp over the language. Tears wet your eyes as a languid struggle ensues within your transforming mind. Your past life, the people you loved, your treasured memories, syllables of English, your old name - all being fervently consumed, erased by this mystic metamorphosis. You scream, you weep, you violently shake your head, hoping to ward off the impending oblivion. But all in vain. The transformation takes over, your body capitulates to the fantastic design, mimicking the essence of a fairytale being. You look down and see yourself draped in an ornate tunic, your lean, athletic body adorned by wings that glimmer with a spectrum of intense colors. Ears mirroring the pointed ends of elves, a face now overtly handsome and ethereal, your humanity relentlessly being vilified and blotted out. Your hair flows long and thick like moonlight on a tranquil lake, your skin pale yet sparkling under the newly embraced reality. Amid this whirlwind of chaos, a gentle presence approaches. She is another fairy, her aura echoes familiarity, love. She clasps you in her arms and gently soothes your trembling self. Her comforting words flow in the enchanting new language that laces your tongue: "Fy niwl, your memory lay with me, remember who you truly are, my love," she whispers, her voice soft and loving. Within your heart and mind, a deep resonance blooms at her words. Not only do you realize she called you 'Fy niwl,' a name that feels irrefutably yours, but you are also aware of the love between you both, a love that has spanned several lifetimes. Delightful realization dawns and you finally release your grasp on the life you once knew. Now, the smiles from your family and friends are the faces of fairies, your old life merely a forgotten dream, cloaked by the now vibrant reality of your immortal fairy existence. Thousands of mortal moons crowd your memory, appearing as flashes of human experiences, only to be replaced by centuries of fairy joys and woes shaping a new identity within you. As you embrace this eons-long existence as Fy niwl, you truly believe it what they say, 'once a fairy, forever a fairy'.
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