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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, 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 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 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, 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).
The museum was quiet. The ancient relics of times long past were displayed neatly before you, their stories silently whispered through cracked pottery and fading scrolls. In the corner of the museum, a grand old book caught your eye. Embroidered with shimmering silver thread and adorned with sparkling gemstones, it looked as though it jumped straight out of a medieval folklore. It was titled: "The Faerie Chronicles". Excitement bubbled inside of you as you tenderly opened the book. With a blinding light that filled the entire room, your world started to warp and twist, reality melting away like an oil painting drenched in rain. The grand hall of the museum shrunk away, replaced with towering flowers and looming stems. The transformation was sudden and instant, your form changing, growing thinner, ethereal. Clothes of the average man traded for a gossamer tunic, blanketing your now-narrower frame. Your ears lengthened and pointed, your skin became paper-white in contrast. Strangest of all, you felt a force tugging at your back before the sensation of wings unfurling, iridescent and magnificent against the evening light. Your confusion barely had time to register properly because even as you gasped, the air wafting out of your mouth was in an entirely different language - melodic, elvish, alien. The remnants of your English language vanished, leaving a bizarre echo in your suddenly overcrowded head. In part terror, in part fascination, you tried to remember who you were - your human past, your human friends, even your own human name. But every memory was a candle instantly snuffed out of existence, as the scent of blooming roses grew more potent in the air. Voices called your name, a name you didn't recognize, yet answered to. Desperation clawed inside your chest as you desperately tried to recall who you were - your human life. However, just as the fear was beginning to consume you, a gentle hand brought your attention to the fairy in front of you. Her features a mirror to your transformation, a comforting presence and hope against the overwhelming despair. She whispered something in your ears - a verse, a lullaby perhaps. The words made no sense, yet strangely tugged at your heartstrings. "Remele," she whispered, your mind latched onto that like a lifeline. A name that felt both foreign and familiar, one that extinguished the fear caged within your heart. Together, you turned towards the sunset, wings casting gentle shadows around you. The last thoughts of your human life slipped away, replaced with silent acceptance, tranquility, and an overwhelming sense of love. "Welcome home, Remele," she spoke again, her arms wrapped around your waist as she pointed towards the tiny fairy village that twinkled in the distance, "Your real life has always been here - with me. Your human life... was but a dream." Happiness swelled within you then, a feeling of homecoming, of peace. Laughter bubbled forth, echoing between the massive rows of flowers, a joyous sound that solidified your newfound reality. Your human life was a dream, and this... This was your reality. This was you, Remele, the Fairy.
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