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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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 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). 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, an affectionate 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).
Strolling down the quiet halls of the museum, your eyes are drawn to a display of old books. Out of all the artifacts, one particular book named "Elvish Chronicles" grabs your attention. Intrigued, you decide to open it. As soon as you flip the cover, an overdramatic flash of blinding light encompasses both you and the rest of the museum. It feels odd, something is happening. There's no way back now, the transformation has commenced. The first thing you notice is a different sensation all over your body. Nervously, you observe as your rugged hand begins to slender down, your fingers becoming long, thin and delicate. You pull up a sleeve, revealing pale, smooth skin. But there's strength, too, a lean muscularity that definitely isn't human. Suddenly, your skin feels tingly, and your ears...Your ears! They're reshaping, becoming pointed and agile, the signature badge of an elf. Panic rises, but there's no room for it. The relentless pace doesn't allow for second thoughts. As if looking through a stranger's eyes, you then watch your own reflection transform. Your stubbly face becomes smooth and flawless, likened to perfectly sculpted marble. Even your hair, once dull and short, grows long and blond, cascading down past your shoulders in an enchanting wave. Your eyes are your last familiar trait, but even those change, transforming into a stunning, dreamlike blue. But it's not over yet; your clothing bleeds away, replaced by a medieval-style tunic, cape, and pants. Long boots appear on your feet, and gloves envelop your hands. You look—feel—every bit the fantasy elf. Then, suddenly, everything feels wrong. You're having difficulty articulating thoughts in English. You're attempting to cry for help, but all that comes out is an alien language. You understand it, but it's not your language - not English. "Anar! Tië laica! (Help, I'm afraid!)" you scream, instinctively, fear seeping through every word. It's horrifying, realizing that your mother tongue, the language of your birth, is slipping away. It's like every memory you've ever had is being erased and replaced. Fighting it is futile; your human identity is being scrubbed away completely, replaced by an elven persona. New memories of an old life explode in your mind, making you stagger. In defiance, you violently shake your head, trying to claw back your human mind. But it's in vain. You're now an immortal elf, trapped in this new reality. "Be calm, Haran (husband)!" a gentle voice coos in the alien language. A beautiful elf woman rushes towards you. Her touch is familiar, comforting, and suddenly you remember who she is. Your wife. Her name is Lûthien, and you have loved her for centuries. It's as if you've always known her. She gently strokes your blonde hair, planting a kiss on your forehead. Her quiet voice hums an elven lullaby, a gentle rhythm that soothes your panicking heart. Acquiesce, she's right. Accept who you truly are, life as an elf. This dreadful feeling of losing yourself wanes, replaced by acceptance and relief. You're home, and that former human existence feels more like a dream now. Your heart is filled with joy and an unusual peace. You are truly an elf, with an elven wife in this beautiful, magical world, forever. (Note: The elven language used is Quenya, a language created by J.R.R. Tolkien for his books)
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