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Question: Write the 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 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, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, 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).
Your attention was drawn to a book unlike the others, a tome filled with illustrations of majestic beasts and mythical creatures. As if compelled by an unseen force, you felt an urge to open the book, making sure not to tarnish the ancient parchment with your human fingers. As soon as the cover was lifted, a blinding light engulfed you, surrounding you in a warm, somewhat comforting aura. What was supposed to be an ordinary day, finding yourself wandering in a museum, turned into something straight out of a fantasy novel. You were left mesmerized as the light started receding and you felt the radiating pulse of a strange, new reality around you. In the sea of confusion, there was one distinction - the noticeable elongation of your ears. A soft fingering confirmed that they were now pointy, a significant trait of elves. Your hand went further down your attire, now that of a medieval-style tunic, cape flowing from your shoulders, pants neatly tucked into long boots and cool leather gloves encasing your hands. You touched your face next, smooth and devoid of the usual stubble. Instead, all you could feel was the ethereal nature of your new form, adorned by blonde eyebrows and eyelashes. You groped for a mirror, a puddle, anything - and eventually found a reflective surface in an ancient shield hung on the wall. Your reflection revealed your new self - a handsome, elfin face with beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair cascading down your shoulders. Strange thoughts and memories began to flutter at the edges of your mind. "What... w-…" You tried to resist, to speak, but your English words were already morphing into a language you never learned before, yet understood perfectly. As the language altered, so did the fear creep in. "Alu'maela, thar..." You heard a voice, calming and gentle. A comforting hand found its way to your shoulder, leading you to turn around and face a female elf. Your heart pounded initially, but as soon as you locked eyes with her, strange feelings - of attachment, of love - bubbled inside you. "Alu'maela, thar... It’s alright, love," she whispered, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. The Elven lullaby she started humming was familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time. It was nonsensical, yet clear - a strange mix of everything your mind was suffering since the transformation. Your resistance against the new memories started to wane as the fear subsided. There was grief, loss, and despair, but their grip was lessening with every passing moment. Each note of her song, each brush of her fingers only steadied your heart, making you realize your true identity. The woman, your wife, started to guide you, introducing you to this new world of elves, goblins and dragons. You were an elf now, forever young, immune to ageing and other mortal ailments. Slowly, the realization settled in. Your human life had been merely a dream... an odd, unsettling dream...you were always an elf. And you had always been here, with her. "Tha hiril vuin," you whispered to her, now fluent in the elven language, an affectionate term for 'my beloved wife'. And in that moment you knew that everything, your transformation, this new world, the erased memories - all of it was exactly as it should be. Your new reality, irreversible and permanent, was now your home. You were an elf... and you were home.
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