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Question: Write a transformation story of the reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts, making him/her completely forget he was a normal human and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness.
Your life started as mundane, living a routine life that could be classified as any other's. But then, something changed, drastically and inevitably. You felt a tingling sensation across your body, followed by an intense glow suffusing your frame. The transformation was about to begin, and this was your only chance to mentally prepare for the impending drastic alteration to your self and life. At first, it felt as if your body was elongating, growing wider and taller. In fact, you did grow, but it went beyond the typical human parameters. You reached a towering eight feet, your bones practically shooting up in growth as you felt your clothing starting to feel tight and uncomfortable. As you touched your slender torso, you found it extending, as did your legs which not only morphed but adjusted to the height of your new form. Just as you thought the change in height was enough, another jolt sent you in a dizzy. Your face felt tingly, unfamiliar, almost as if your nose and ears had disappeared, replaced by something utterly alien. Instead, your eyes drew your focus, their color shifting to a vibrant cerise pink, bewilderingly attractive against the odd, deformed features. Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation swept over you, a wave of growth erupting from your chest. It was an uncomfortable yet stirring sensation, one that brought a newfound attention to your silhouette. However, as you looked down, you realized your chest was simply composed of fluffy fur that seemed to imitate a breast-like formation. Just as unsettling was the sensation of a third pair of arms sprouting from your torso, retractable and hidden yet ready to be summoned at will. Your disrupted breaths hitched in your throat as you felt your brain buzz, reeling from the pain that followed. Your memories seemed to be eroded away, replaced slowly yet steadily by sequences that did not belong to you - memories of someone named Angel Dust. You felt your humor shifting, becoming more crude, brash, and quick-witted. Your old charms vanished, replaced with flirtatious, showy confidence. You found yourself caring more about positive attention, dismissing others as "ugly freaks" and relishing in the shocking charm that you had now. You realized that it was a defense method, keeping your true, insecure self hidden beneath the ever-smiling, confident Angel. The once familiar rosy-cheeked face in the mirror was now replaced by an unknown Angel Dust, with fluffy white hair, light-pink heart pattern at the back of the head, pink eyeshadows, and sharp pointed teeth highlighted by a single golden fang. The transformation was complete; you had become Angel Dust, a slender, spider-limbed being. From the towering height, the controversial attire, to the incredibly altered mental state, you were no longer the human you once were. You were now a resident of Hazbin Hotel, forgetting your once human existence, and ready to live life with unabashed confidence, brightness, and a grandiose sense of self—all while hiding a vulnerable heart beneath the superficial surface glamour. You were now, and forever, Angel Dust.
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