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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). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. 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.
Appearance and age change are gradual. Everything else, including memory shift, height progression, and gender change (specifically for female readers), is instantaneous. Expect some explicit reference to nudity, violence, and adult themes to accurately portray Angel Dust. *Disclaimer* Ready your courage, dear reader, because this transformation takes place amid some audacious events. --- The late-afternoon sun hanging in the sky, your eyes were locked on a stunning portrait of Angel Dust that radiated his ludicrous influence, his emotional undertones subtly sketched out. The portrait was astonishingly realistic that it felt as if you could just step into the frame and intertwirled with the character. Unseen force gripped you, tugging you into the realm of that infamous and theatrical drawing. A painful shudder went through your body as your heart pounded in your chest. Your vision blurred, then sharpened as if seeing for the first time. As your eyes adjusted, you noticed a gaudy, bustling panorama around you, the incessant sound of laughter that was somehow cruel and unkind filled the surroundings. An irrepressible transformation begins, first changing your mind. From the corner of your subconscious, Anthony’s personality began to persist, overriding your memories. Despite your best efforts, you slowly lose sight of who you were, each moment an irreplaceable memory whisked away. “No, I can’t forget..." you tried to fight as your voice strained, but the words lost their context, their meaning. A wave of nostalgia whipped across your fading mind, and your human memories slipped away like sand through fingers. Your transformation continued, your body beginning to lengthen. A sharp pain spread through your legs, then your upper body, as you grew taller. You stumbled, the ground now shockingly far below. Your height soared to eight feet. The height progression terrified you, as you tried to keep your balance. “The hell...” you exclaimed in a deeper voice than you were used to. Your fingers felt longer, slimmer, less human. Six arms sprouted out from your torso, surprising you. You flailed them around, trying to understand them better. A third set of retractable arms burst forth after a while, taking you by surprise. Clothes, skin, and hair fragmented, flowing in a whirlwind around you. As the storm passed, pink and white fur covered your newly formed body. A chest began to form on your torso, framed by your suit-blazer, your outfit now mirroring Angel Dust’s signature look. You stretched out your new limbs, discovering to your surprise the confident strut of a seasoned performer. You felt strips of fabric wrapped around your lower waist and legs, indicating the miniskirt and thigh-high heeled boots you were now wearing. "What in hell's blazes?" you questioned, now entirely spoken laced with Anthony’s accent, unfamiliar to your previous self. "That's more like it!" you said aloud, staring into a nearby full-length mirror to see your transformation had completed. Angel’s appearance was portrayed back at you. A wave of Anthony's memories flooded into your mind, wiping away the last traces of your human self. You were one with Angel Dust. His life, his past, reliably your recall, filled you with an intense sense of longing and reaffirmation. And just as instantly, you found yourself comfortable with it all – as if you were always meant to be there, to be him. You convulsed with laughter, a blend of shock and amusement. "Ha! Look at me! I’m a real knock-out!” "You humans really are a joke. Spend all your lives worrying about the future when there's none left for ya!" your words rang out, Anthony’s trademark mockery adding a final touch to your transformation. Your thoughts, ideas, and behavior have now been completely replaced with Anthony's, making you forget you were ever human and only remembered ever being Angel Dust. “No strings attached.” You smirked, standing tall and proud. A vision of yourself, Angel Dust, a distinct adult actor of Hell's underworld. The transformation was complete. And it was irreversible.
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