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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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As you step into the hazy room, the mirror on the wall casts your reflection back. You stand there, a casual observer, not knowing the imminent change that awaits. Your features seem to blur in the mirror. Is it the foggy room, or is your body already on the verge of an incredible transformation? Just as the question forms in your mind, a new sensation washes over you. It's as though a button has been pressed, your body feels a jolt, and the transformation begins. You notice that you’re sprouting additional limbs, your arms are splitting from the elbow down. Pain and fascination intertwine as four, then six, and then finally eight limbs appear. You're filled with bafflement, but there's no denying it; these are your limbs, your arms and legs. Your soft human skin is replaced by fluffy white fur. Despite the fear of this uncharted phenomenon, you manage to form a vague smile. A wild mop of white hair sprouts from your head, splattered with pink all over. With a shiver, you watch the heart pattern form on the back of the skull. You try to hold onto your memories, your life but something else is creeping into your mind. “Oh, this is quite the show, ain't it, darling?” You hear yourself say, and it’s like a voice from a distant dream, recognisable and foreign all at once. It's Angel Dust, it is you. Your eyes become cerise-pink, a golden fang appears shockingly prominent among the sharp teeth your mouth now houses. You find yourself viewing the world in a much different way with the additional eyes under your original pair. The absence of your once prominent nose and ears further remove you from your past self. Your frame begins to extend, faster and faster until you stand in your new towering 8 feet height. Chest - or was it fur? - swells under your custom suit-blazer modified for your newly endowed limbs. You watch, fascinated and horrified as your body contorts and changes, until you are left staring at yourself - Anthony, the Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel. “Oh, ain't I pretty?” the reflection coos in Angel’s signature brash tone. The mental transformation is progressive. Your old memories, feelings, and experiences fade as if they had never been. The world of Hazbin Hotel, your new frame of mind, replaces them. “At least I ain’t an ugly freak,” you declare, Angel's personality in full effect now, taking control over your thoughts and emotions. You now fully remember your life as Angel Dust, an adult actor and resident of Hell. The crude jokes, the flirtatious remarks, and all the interactions in Hell become vivid in your mind like they just happened. You shrug your shoulders, accepting your new reality, as the final bit of your old self disappears in the mist. “Life's a drag, but isn't it fun to be the belle of the ball!” The final piece is set. The transformation is complete. You have become Angel Dust, all in one day.
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