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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, long and pointy elf-like ears, long insect-like 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 effortlessly, 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 and calling 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, as well as his English language (which is now completely foreign to him), and he only remembers being a medieval-era fairy (complete with a new name fitting for a fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). During this time and due to the reader's changing personality (in which his personality is becoming more child-like, just like all fairies), to his horror and without his previous consent, he starts to genuinely smile and he is truly giggling due to his emerging child-like happiness despite being scared (at the same time) of losing his mortal/human memories and personality (he tries to stop smiling as well as attempting to stop giggling and tries to cry and show fear instead, but all of this is futile and he continues to giggle, smile, and becoming happier and he is enjoying it, all of it against his will). While that is happening and to aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind and his increasingly-childlike personality, a female fairy (who also has child-like personality like all fairies) from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into a fairy himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, quietly singing a fairy's lullaby to the reader, telling him that his human life was only a dream, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy and a husband to the female fairy who's comforting him), 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 (being completely fictional unlike the reality of medieval fantasy) and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, child-like joy, child-like curiosity, and child-like 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 fairy 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. 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).
You step into the museum, a bustling hub of history and knowledge. The air is stale yet comforting, filled with the scent of ancient books and aged artifacts. Drawn to a particular case, a book about medieval fantasy creatures captures your interest. The stories of fairies and elves, goblins, dragons and the like have always intrigued you. You feel a curious twinge of excitement as you open the book. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfs you, sending waves of chilling sensations down your spine. Things begin to change - the first being the sensations enveloping your body. The feel of coarse, heavy fabric of your clothes molds into a softer, silkier texture, the weight of a fairy’s tunic adorning your now thin and lean physique. A peculiar itch develops behind your back, followed by the sensation of sprouting wings. They flutter on command, bending and stretching. They're light and iridescent, resembling nothing less than a dragonfly's wings. Your heart pounds with anxiety, yet at the same time you can't help but admire the beauty of your new form. As you touch your ears, they are far more pointed than before, appearing elf-like. It feels strange, alien yet suited to your new appearance. Your face, once rough and bearable, transforms into an ethereal, handsome visage, the kind you’ve only ever associated with mythical beings in stories. You can feel the slight wind on your now smooth face, devoid of any unwanted facial hair. While your body is still adjusting, your thoughts become increasingly muddled. English words, sentences, your native tongue starts to shift from something familiar to a language completely unrecognizable. In your terror, you cry out for help, but what comes out is a string of melodic notes, a form of elven language specific to fairies. You try to form English syllables, but your former language now seems distant and utterly foreign. In your desperation and fear, your memories begin to falter and a different set of recollections seep in. Childhood, family, friends, replaced by hundreds of years previous, of soaring between the great trees, dancing in the fairy rings, of a fairy community. You shake your head, fighting the unfamiliar and uninvited thoughts, but no matter how strongly you resist, they persist. As your body shrinks, the world around you grows. Buildings become larger than mountains and people seem like massive giants. You grow terrified, horrified of forgetting who you were, who you have been for your life. The world continues to change, morphing from a place of concrete and steel to one of towering trees, fascinating creatures, and mythical splendor. From the heart of your confusion, a figure of comfort emerges – a female fairy floating towards you. Her child-like laughter echoes in your ears, ripping a smile across your transformed face. You try to resist, but her soothing touch, her gentle words in the fairy's language calms you down. "DÆma ve'rya, halta lenya" (You are safe, brave one), she comforts. You don't quite understand how but you comprehend her words perfectly. She wraps her thin arms around you, singing a lullaby that stirs deep emotions within you. "Hyue ve en'alië, aiya vanië ve-me" (Your old life was a dream, welcome to what is real). As you listen, her words resonate with finality, her soothing voice putting your fears and struggle against your fading human memories to rest. She whispers, “Elya, do you not remember your wife?” And immediately, you do. That's her, your lifelong companion. You no longer question why her face feels so familiar, or why her touch brings you so much comfort, it just does. You realize then, as you gaze into her gleaming eyes, that this fairy existence, with its eternal youth and joyous simplicity is not a punishment, but a blessing. And you gratefully surrender to the newfound magic of this fairy life.
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