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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, 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, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), language shift (changing from English to an 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 elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf'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 an elf). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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 elven 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 elven 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 elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) 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. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven 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).
Your heart hammers away in your chest, a fierce rhythm against the quietude of the museum. Alien fascination spurs you open the old book, illustrated meticulously with creatures of fantasy. The moment your fingertips graze the worn pages, an ethereal light suddenly swallows the surroundings. A sensation spirals through you, like a silken thread weaving an inexplicable spell. Instinctively, you glance down, hunting the cause of this transformation. You barely suppress the gasp. Your body is changing, elongating, muscles taut and lean beneath the fabric of a tunic, cape rustling against the back of your long boots. Leather gloves encase hands that once knew the soft press of a keyboard, not the hard grip of a sword. Your reflection in the old display glass betrays an ethereality you've never known. Pointy ears push from beneath golden strands, and your face...it's different. The man you knew seems to fade with each passing second. Pale, impeccable skin, a beautiful blue gaze, and a cascade of golden waves replace the reflection you've known all your life. Gazing at your new appearance, words tumble from your lips, foreign yet understandable. ""Il'haress en'il, qu'essir vel'drorn? (My goddess above, what is happening?)" English has disappeared. The words sounding in your head are strange, the letters of your own voice reshaping into a language unknown to men, known only to elves. Suddenly, the museum morphs into a realm pulled straight from the storybook in your hands. The museum walls bend, warp, and melt away into towering, ancient elven trees. Despair wells up, a geyser ready to burst. Anxiety, fear, and curiosity blend into a cocktail of intense emotions. You try to fight back the flood of memories that aren't your own. "Earth!" you cry, or rather what you think is the word 'Earth' in your new language, "Orbb ve'keryn! (Earth, help me!)". Yet, your call for help falls into the tranquil, alien scenery. Helplessly, you feel yourself drowning in the ocean of another's memories, another's emotions. As if a shadow, an elven life emerges, overlapping the one you used to know. A handsome elf named Eolande. Your old world, your old life, is lost leaving you startled and afraid. However, it seems like the coalescence of your new persona is stronger than you've reckoned with. Suddenly, a soothing elven melody resonates, familiar and comforting. Your focus squares on a graceful figure approaching you. Her face lights up seeing you, her eyes, mirrors of your own in that they hold an identical shade of beautiful blue. In the elven tongue, she coos, "An'elina ra serus, Eolande (Remember who you are, Eolande)." Her words, coupled with her warm embrace and an affectionate kiss, work as balm to your turmoiled state. You can't remember her, yet she's familiar, feels like home. You realize she's the woman your heart knows as your beloved, your wife. Sadness slowly starts being replaced by a newfound joy. You feel free, in harmony with this medieval fantasy, your reality. You fall into the rhythm of your new existence, fully aware that Eolande, the elf, was always you. Everything else, it was just a dream.
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