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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 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, 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. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven 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, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the fairy woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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 wander around the museum, your eyes catch sight of an ancient, worn book. Curiosity grips you, and you approach, gingerly flipping it open. A flash of blinding light engulfs you, stealing your vision and whatever exclamations you could have mustered. First, you notice a change in your body. Your once modest physique is rearranging, muscles appear in your once rather average build. You're becoming lean and athletic, stronger yet thinner - a balance that uncannily resembles the elves of lore. Your clothing, too, shifts and shimmers. Your dull outfit turns into a majestic fairy tunic, shimmering in colors, you can only decipher as magical. Then, you become aware of an addition on your back. The sensation of smooth and delicate wings unfolding leaves you bewildered. Your fingers brush and trace over them, the soft resemblance to a butterfly, or perhaps moth wings. As for your face, you touch it, feeling your facial hair recede, leaving the lower half fresh and smooth. Your eyelashes and eyebrows thicken and darken, contrasting with your newly pale and smooth skin. A mirror materializes in front of you, revealing your now elongated ears and ethereal beauty. Your hair lengthening, falling to your shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Incredibly disoriented, you watch the world grow around you. Or perhaps, you were shrinking instead. Everything seemed so immense, intimidating. Your once average height reduced to a handful of inches. The normal-sized objects of the world feeling monumental to your new size. Suddenly, you gasp as a wave washes over your mind. A flood of information seizes you, altering your thoughts, memories, and even language. You try to scream, the odd words slipping from your lips throw you into further despair. Your English dissolves away, replaced with an exotic melodic language reminiscent of a songbird's delightful songs. You _will_-co'anor! No! You desperately fight the intrusion, to retain your memories, your humanity. Yet your pleas and cries all vanish into the eloquence of this new language you never knew but now, you understand. Your world spins, and your heart pounds against your chest. Your once familiar surroundings morph. The concrete jungle transmutes into lush forests, towering trees swaying in the wind overlooked by an azure sky, a sight you have never seen nor witnessed. The world of myth had claimed your reality. As you try to collect your thoughts, a gentle hum reaches your ears. A calming lullaby. Its melody is enchanting. You turn, spotting a vision of beauty. A fairy woman approaching, her graceful movements matching the sweet tune she whispered. She reaches out, cupping your distraught face, your eyes lock and a flicker of recognition sparks within you. How do you know her? "_Thole ma vhenan_," she murmurs (Rest my love), her voice sweet as honey, her touch soothing your overly worked senses. “…_Zhal tholen ira olas thil emma maela_…” (Let your old worries fade away), she sings. Her words unravel your thoughts, calming the storm inside. You find acknowledgement, a realization dawning upon you. You are a fairy, not a human, not mundane, just a joyful creature of the forest, one with the creature before you - your loving wife. A laughter bubbles out of you. The idea of it, that you had been a human being in a world of iron and steel, seems so distanced, so unreal. Relief and joy overtake your fear and confusion. You leaned in, surrendering into her care. Yes, you are truly happy, here, in your true world, as a fairy, the mortal you was nothing but a dream to be forgotten. Finally, fully accepting your new reality, you smile, spreading your wings for the very first time.
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