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Question: Write a 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, 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), he starts to smile and he is giggling due to his emerging 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 show fear instead, but this is futile and he continues to giggle, smile, and being happier against his will). 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).
As you walk through the aged corridors of the museum, an old manuscript in the historical artifacts section catches your eye. Its worn cover depicts mystical creatures from medieval folklore. Intrigued, you open the book, only to be engulfed by a dazzling, blinding light. At first, you feel a strange tingling sensation, as though millions of tiny pinpricks run down your skin. You look at your hands, surprised to find your once robust fingers becoming thin and delicate, morphing from an average human man into the ethereal image of a mythical fairy. Your clothes shift into a verdant tunic. Feeling the cartilage of your ears elongate, you reach up to touch them, fascinated and terrified all at once. You notice your face becoming more handsome and ethereal-looking, your skin lightening to a near-translucent pallor. Nervously, you brush a hand over your face, relieved to find your eyelashes and eyebrows remain, yet your facial hair nonexistent. As you run your hand through your now extensive locks of hair, your heart speeds up, an unfamiliar rushing sound fills your ears. To your horror and amazement, it's the quiet flutter of wings – your wings. And where you were once a man of considerable height, you suddenly see the world from a whole new perspective: tiny, just like a fairy. Suddenly you feel vital, a pulsing in your being, and you realize that you might be immortal now. Your heart is light, but it beats with a speed that betrays your eternal youthfulness. The first attempt at a step surprises you. Your feet don't touch the floor; instead, you float a few inches above the ground. Wings! You have wings now, and you can fly! With your world warping before your eyes, the realization dawns on you that you're no longer in a museum, but a forest, teeming with majestic dragons, elegant elves, and wickedly amusing goblins running amuck. But there's something else – you can no longer understand English. A new, mellifluous language floods your mind, an elven language, flowing like melody from your lips. As though watching your human self from outside, you feel horror well up. Memories start to fade, and new ones, filled with enchantingly playful fairy celebrations and ancient knowledge of a race alien to you, emerge. Panic has you trying to scream, to call for help, to stop the onslaught of the new memories, but you only speak with this alien fairy language. It felt as though a part of you is dying. Before you can even process the change completely, a female figure approaches. A fairy, like you, her eyes kind and gentle. She sings in your new language, her voice soothing despite your panic. She calls you by a name you immediately perceive as your own. She tells you that your human life was but a dream. Her words and her lullaby encase you in a cocoon of calm. As her arms wrap around you, a sense of familiarity sinks in. This fairy woman is your wife. Memories flood back, happier memories, memories of love and laughter, festivities and flights in the moonlight. The horror ebbs away, replaced by a sense of rightful belonging. All of a sudden, you long to laugh, to giggle, a warming happiness bubbling within as you stare into her twinkling eyes. Encased in your wife's arms, giggling, you realize despite the terrifying moments ago you're relieved. The mystical, medieval fairyland blossoms around you. You finally feel home. A family reunion, you muse, though the thought is tinted with an odd, playful cheerfulness. With your wife's arms around you and the calming hum of a lullaby gently resonating in your ears, you can't help but giggle. You're a fairy. You're home. You have a wife who loves you. You're happy, child-like in your emotions, and it feels overwhelmingly right. Welcome home, fairy prince.
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