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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 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 an 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 an fairy's lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy), 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. 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).
As you traverse the dimly lit corridors of the old museum, your curiosity leads you to a tiny, dusty corner packed with old books. Intrigued, your gaze falls upon an ancient tome, The Almanac of the Forgotten Realm, with intricately designed runes and mythical creatures on the cover. Your scholarly spirit sparks, you reach out, make contact, and flip the book open. A sudden blinding light floods your vision. Disoriented, you shield your eyes, struggling to make sense of what's happening. A startling transformation begins to unfold around you; familiar sights are replaced by a fantastical realm teeming with ancient castles, magical forests, flying dragons, and more. The shrill noises of city life give way to tantalizingly eerie melodies of mysterious woodland creatures. You notice an outburst of panic as you feel your body altering. Glancing at your hands, you see your fingers sharpening gracefully, your skin shading paler than you ever knew was possible. You feel a sudden pull at your back, twisting around you spot iridescent wings sprouting from your shoulder blades. You look about frantically, your fears find no comfort; the change is relentless. You perceive an astonishing shift in your stature. The world around you grows enormous while you become minutely compressed to the size of what seems like an insect. You grasp at something for stability, only to realize your physical strength outmatches your new petite frame. Gone are the humanly clumsiness and awkward movements, replaced by a feral, agile finesse that surprises you. Stumbling upon a mirror, an ethereal face regards you back. Pointed ears, high cheekbones, long flowing hair unlike anything a human could ever have. As you apologize in English to a passing dragonfly for your clumsiness, the words morph mid-sentence, emerging in a lyrical language you strangely understand, but it is not English. Your head swims with unfamiliar memories, terrifying you more than the physical change. In desperation, you try to hang onto your old memories, your old life. A name slips from your lips, but it's not the name you once knew. Suddenly, tears are streaming down your face, yet you do not understand why. Your pleas for help emerge in this novel fairy language, startling you further. It feels like you are losing yourself. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a female fairy urging you to remember who you really are. "Araniel, hîr vuin," (Araniel, my beloved) she whispers in comforting tones. Your heart responds to the name, Araniel, and you find your muscles relaxing. Something inside you seems to click; you remember this woman; she's your wife. The realization fills your wings with a burst of warmth, and you peacefully join her in a harmonious duet "Loth atariennin, loth eribor. Loth galad, loth ennorath” (Flower of my heart, flower of hope. Flower of light, flower of middle-earth), a well-known fairy lullaby. Your past self finally fades away into the recesses of your mind, replaced by the endearing harmony of the elfin fairy realm, a life that seems to have no starting point, no ending. As you look into your wife's eyes and wrap your wings around her, it hits you. That human life was but a dream. This is your true existence. Elonduil, the happiness of a child, courses through your veins as you embrace your wife and let fairydust trail in your wake.
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