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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, pointy elf-like ears, long 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), supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and having an ability to literally fly, thanks to his newfound wings), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world), 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, 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 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 fairy (complete with a new name fitting for an fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind, an adult female fairy from a nearby fairy village comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug and quietly singing an fairy's lullaby to the reader, making the reader realize that the fairy woman comforting him is his caring and understanding wife, and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream and his life as an fairy 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 lyrics to the Hell-born lullaby that Lucifer 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).
Turning the corner in the local museum, you come across an exhibit unlike the others. It's a small display tucked away in the corner, filled with shimmering objects and old, moth-bitten books. Immediately, the title of one bound volume catches your eye: "A Chronicle of Faerie Folk” in gleaming, golden letters. Curiosity piqued, you retrieve the book from its display and gingerly open the cover. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfs you. It felt like being caressed by a warm summer breeze, and you close your eyes. Slowly, you begin to perceive the changes. You feel your body growing leaner, thinner, yet maintaining an athletic physique. Peeking open your eyes, your sight is filled with the breathtaking sight of your own self clad in a fairy tunic, glowing in the faint light. Your ears begin to taper to a point like those of an elf. You reach up to touch them and find them delicate and pointy. Looking down, you feel a strange tickling on your back. It takes you a moment to realize-it's the feeling of wings, unfolding from their sheath. Large, gossamer fairy wings, shimmering in every color imaginable under the museum lights. Feeling your face, you notice the absence of any facial hair on the lower half of your face, and the sudden length in the silken strands of what was now your hair. A glance down at your hands reveals pale, dainty skin, contrasting against the twilight shade of your new form. As fascinating and terrifying the physical transformations are, it's the mental shift that send chills down your spine. New memories trickle in-between the ones of your former self, like rainwater seeping through roof cracks. Memories that weren't yours begin to blanket over the things you've known. Memories of flight, of centuries lived, of ancient songs and old magics. "No...no!" You mutter, eyes wide with fright. The thought of losing your human memories horrify you. Franticly, you try to shake off the invasive thoughts, clinging onto every precious memory of your past. Yet, despite your efforts, they slip away like sand through a clenched fist. Helplessness making your knees buckle, you stagger. But then, an unexpected solace find you. A voice, both familiar and foreign, reaches out to you. Turning around, you see a radiant fairy woman, her face swathed in kindness and understanding. It feels strange, but her presence lulls you. Slowly, she cradles you, pulling you against her. She begins to softly sing, her soothing voice washing over you. It's a lullaby, a gentle melody of a world full of twilight glades and sparkling streams. In the midst of this poignant moment, a new feeling burgeons. One that brings both solace and surrealism. It's the feeling of remembrance. Of finding, buried deep within, a love that transcended mortal existence. The realization dawns on you - this fairy woman is your wife. Tears of confusion and relief well at the edges of your eyes. These memories might not have been yours before, but they are now. And with this realization, a shot of fierce joy courses through you. Perhaps your previous life was the dream. With a newfound serenity, you accept your true existence as a fairy, a creature that belonged to tales of yesteryears, yet now, belonged to you. You had found the magic that was lost somewhere. You were home.
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