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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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 just like all fairies (who are all also insect-sized), 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 innocence, 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).
Unbeknown to his future, you walk casually through the dimly lit museum housing artifacts unlike anything you’d seen before. A particular book titled "Creatures of Medieval Fantasy" catches your attention – it seems older, more precious than others. Curiosity piqued, you open this intriguing antiquity. A blinding light radiates from the book, engulfing you entirely, stirring a peculiar sensation within. It feels as though your stature shrinks, your skin becoming pale and delicate. A distinct layer of fabric drapes around your body, a fairy-like tunic, unexpectedly comfortable. As you reach up to touch torsos, you are taken aback by your narrow, lean physique. Your hand brushes over your face - smooth, void of any facial hair on the lower half. Alarmed, you reach for your ears, now long and pointed, a peculiar yet unmistakable fairy trademark trait. Looking around, everything seems monstrous, large beyond comprehension. Suddenly, you notice a strange weight on your back, and touch reveals wings, delicate as dragonfly's, but sturdy, buzzing with potential. You flap, once, twice and with each subsequent flap, you begin to hover, float, fly. The fear inside you subsides, excitement, exhilaration replacing it as you realize that you’re literally flying. The pleasure is tainted as another shocking change takes over. Mid-sentence, your language shifts. English words morph into an elven dialect, fluid, beautiful, and yet terrifying. You attempt to revert, but each plea for help emerges in the fairy tongue. Gradually, new memories cloud your past, a different past, vibrant, filled with joy and play, replaces the old, leaving no trace of your human existence. Your resistance is weak as these memories assert their dominance, until all you remember is being a fairy - the new reality asserts its dominance. As the total dread of forgetting your human existence engulfs you, a light giggle bubbles up inside you. Trying to contain it, you fail, ending up in a full-hearted laughter, inducing an unwilling smile. Your misery is cruelly transformed into child-like happiness, the ordeals of transformation melting away in this blissful acceptance. Suddenly, a soft female voice whispers through your ear. You turn to see an impossibly beautiful fairy watching over you with kindness, her silvery eyes filled with understanding. She coos, “Lo legë atara ná lo’i vende, melamin,” which translates to, "The human life was only a dream, dear one." As she gently takes your hand, you feel an affectionate regard for her, a strong bond of love and companionship. Looking down at her, you feel the gentle flutter of wings on your back, your eyes adjusting to the splendor of nature surrounding you. And for the first time, you feel at home, at peace with your new existence, and an understanding settles in. The woman before you is indeed your wife, your partner, your one true love. The recollection of your beautiful life together, one that spans centuries, brings an unexpected sense of warmth and security. Doveyë coia lirima’nin, nâmë mae rë,” she says softly which translates to "Welcome home, the joyous one, let it always be so." As these words wash over you, you realize spreading your wings and immersing in this newfound reality is the only path forward, embracing the joyous, forever youthful, and magical existence of being a fairy.
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