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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 completely 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), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. 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 true love's 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).
As you meander through the museum, an old book suddenly catches your eye; its leather cover is adorned with beautiful, intricate designs of mythical, fantasy creatures. Curiosity piques as you pick up the book, gently turning its worn pages. As you flip the page to an image of an elegant elf, a bright, blinding light abruptly engulfs you. Bewildered, you can only panic as the light reshapes you. Physical changes wash over you, like a great wave crashing against the shore. Your clothes fall around your new thin and lean physique - now covered in an elegant tunic, polished boots, a swaying cape, and soft leather gloves. The new body stretches, full of an alien vibrancy that feels unnaturally invigorating, the very definition of youth. Your hands raise to your face, fearing what you might find. The skin is undeniably otherworldly - eerily pale, yet flawless. You gasp as your fingers brush over pointed ears. A clatter of glass startles you, and you rush towards it – a reflective pane revealing breathtakingly ethereal beauty, blonde hair cascading down like sun-kissed silk, piercingly bright blue eyes observing themselves, a perfectly hairless lower half of your face while your brows and lashes stay jet black. A shiver of horror floods your system as tendrils of a different language starts twining around your English thoughts, slowly suffocating them out of existence. You try to cry out, to scream for help, but instead, crisp, clear elvish cascades from your lips, your heart pounding as English slips away from your grasp. "'Ada! Nín gwennin!" (“Father! I lost myself!”) You wail out, but it's not your memories that answer, instead, vivid recollections of an elven life surge forth, battering against the walls of your human past. An exquisite elf woman appears before you, a soft understanding etched onto her exquisite features. She holds you, her voice lilting as she croons sweet elven words "Cuio-le, melamin. Coio i lembas nin.” (Stay with me, my love. Eat my bread.) Her enchanting tune chases away the last vestiges of humanity, filling your mind with archery training, wars with goblins, and a wedding ceremony with none other than the elf woman before you. She distantly reminds you of someone essential that you have forgotten - your wife. Your breath hitches as you remember your affection for her. The panic starts to dissipate, replaced by a serene calm, a sense of belonging. You sink into the newness, the vibrancy of your immortal elven life, forgetting the shadowy remnants of your disappeared life. Your wife whispers into your ear, "Edro, len aphada. Coio i elenath nin” (Open, let us read. Behold my stars) her voice the guiding beacon in your stormy mind. The terror of the transformation gave way to the joy of acceptance. You were an elf, forever youthful, forever loved. And as you took your wife's hand, stepping onto the lush green grass of the elven world, you knew you didn't just belong. You were home.
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