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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, 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, which are blonde like his head head now), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), language shift (changing from English to an 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 elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf'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 an elf). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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 completely forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an elven 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/invading elven 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 elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. 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 elven 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).
The bustling atmosphere of the museum saturates your senses; fresh, woodsy tones blend with the scent of history, preserved in amber and ink, while polite whispers in varied cadences waft around the cool airy hall. Drawn towards a particularly ancient tome held in a glass display, your curiosity piques as the title reads, 'Ancient Creatures of Unseen Realms'. You notice a gentle shimmer playing over the book, just as the curator uncovers the glass box to scrutinize the book's condition. Seizing the opportunity, you approach and carefully flip the page open. A heart-stopping, blinding light erupts from the parchment, enveloping you. First, your clothes start altering; your jeans and t-shirt morph into a green, silken tunic and medieval-style pants, tucked neatly into long boots. A sweeping cape appears draped over your shoulders. You notice your hands transforming, now gloved in brown, supple leather. You glance at your reflection in the glass box, to witness gradual changes appearing on your face. Your ears elongate to a point, your skin turns strikingly pale, your facial hair disappears as your eyebrows and hair transform into a silky blonde frame around your ethereal face. Your body feels lighter, leaner yet robust, ending in bright, magnetic blue eyes, all strikingly elf-like. Horror and fascination intermingle as you attempt to call out with, "What's going on? Can anyone..." The sentence breaks off, words transforming mid-sentence into an unknown, yet instinctively familiar language. Desperate and panicked, you shout, "Sé cuál es a? A anyone thig treoir mi? (Help! Can anyone guide me?)" Memories unspool in your mind, foreign yet vividly familiar. Archery training in deep woods, epic battles with monstrous goblins, the graceful laughter of a beautiful elven woman ripple in your mind. Fighting it, your eyes brim with stubborn denial, pooling onto your cheeks. You shake your head vehemently, desperately clinging onto your past human self. However, the onslaught of elven memories, both panoramic and detailed, overpower your fading human knowledge. Your past identity, human life, familiar friends, your own name are all systematically replaced by an elphine identity. A soft rustle of leaves precedes the appearance of a stunning elf woman. Her expressive eyes holding centuries of wisdom and love look straight into yours. Closing the distance, she wraps her arms around you in comfort, speaking softly in the mellifluous elven tongue, "Gabh sìos, a ghaoil. Tha love you/'s e seo dachaigh. (Calm down, my love. This is home.)" Her voice, tranquil like a babbling brook, quells your distress. An affectionate kiss later, you are humming to the lullaby she sings, a soothing melody weaving through the air. As the last strains dissipate, you close your eyes, living the comforting truth. The human version of you, your prior encounters, stresses, even the language you were born with, taste bland compared to the vividness of this lifetime. Peacefully, you breathe in the pure air, hearts linked with your beloved elf wife, and admit the truth. Finally honest, you whisper with acceptance, "Tha, tha. I am tuigsinn. Tha mi Elf. (Yes, yes. I understand. I am an elf.)" Truly, the elven life you've read in books now feels more authentic than the human one you had lived.
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