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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 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 a 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 a fairy's lullaby to the reader, 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 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).
Under the soft glow of museum lights, you find yourself captivated by artifacts, old books – all an echo from a distant past. One particular book, ancient and richly gilded, grasps your attention. It’s a compendium, an encyclopedia of sorts, archaic and filled with tales of mythical creatures from a medieval era. Unknowingly, you flip it open, and a blinding light engulfs you. Disoriented, you feel your body involuntarily crumpled onto the ground. A strange sensation swells within you. Down you witness your physique thinning out, becoming lean but rugged, a seemingly perfect fusion of agility and fortitude. A swooshing sound diverts your gaze to your back; a pair of insect-like wings have sprouted. They're fragile but sparkle as brightly as the light that brought you here. Your hands approach your face, feeling its changes. The stubble scraped away, leaving your skin as smooth and pallid as porcelain, your features sharpen, developing an ethereal, almost princely quality. Strangely, you can still feel your eyebrows and eyelashes. You reach for your ears, now elongated, pointy, elf-like. An abrupt feeling of lightheadedness overwhelms you. A heart-stopping realization strikes as your surroundings magnify chaotically. “You’re not shrinking...the world is growing!” your mind screams, the once familiar surroundings now a vast unknown. A seismic shift in your linguistic cognition plunges you into dizzying disorientation. The English language that flowed as naturally as a river in your thoughts suddenly evaporates only to be replaced by an Elven language, elegant, flowing, and enchanting. Panic takes over as you scream out in a language you shouldn't know, "Alasse! Ae, nanye fairë?" - Help! I am transforming? Images, memories not of your own, begin to flood your mind. A sense of resistance emerges, a stubborn human instinct to hold onto your self-identity. “I… I have a life…, friends…, a family… I cannot…” you stammer. But as if a tsunami, your willpower capitulates under the unyielding pressure of the emerging fairy identity. Your protests, your memories, the language, all drowned under a sea of unfamiliarity. Then, a comforting presence approaches. A feminine figure, her wings mirroring your own, her face filled with worry, and empathy. She wraps her slender arms around you, softly singing a lullaby in your new tongue. “Losto, losto, vendë muindorë, Eru oromardi tëa tye - Sleep, sleep, child of my heart, god's mountains be with you”. Her voice is soothing and strangely familiar. Each word falls over you like a comforting blanket, their meanings brought to life by your new understanding. "Vendë lómë sa," she whispers – Remember who you are. Comprehending those words brings a flood of recognition. She's your wife, your companion, the being that's been at your side for centuries. Whoever you thought you were, it was only a dream; you were always this magical creature, a fairy. The panic fades, replaced with a sense of peace and elation. Realization dawns on you - you are a fairy; immortal, forever youthful, gifted with the ability to traverse the skies. Yet, importantly, you're a part of a grand medieval fantasy world, a world where you're loved, where you're finally home. You look into the soft, glowing eyes of your wife, whisper, "Vanimalion, nín melë lye" - Butterfly, I love you, and with joy in your heart, you take your first flight in this newfound existence.
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