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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 leather belt strapped around his waist, a long flowing cape held by a clasp around his shoulders, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, long and 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), voice change (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (quickly changing from English to an elven language despite his best efforts, 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, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), 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, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical world created by gods, knowing every elven powers and weaponry (including archery), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are words of an elven language), 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 (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself) comes up to the reader (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) and comforts him with a gentle hug, gently wiping away the reader's tears, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (all in elven language rather than in English), 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), she is telling this new truth to the transforming (which the reader truly/completely believes), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only 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).
With a calm morning yawn, you find yourself in the midst of your local museum, eager to immerse yourself in the wisdom and knowledge of the past. As you amble down the rows of antiquated artifacts, a peculiar showcase catches your eye. Atop a mahogany varnished pedestal, a book of breathtaking design and intricate detail stands proudly; it is an anthology of medieval fantasy creatures. Gently, you lift the elaborately designed book, its pages whispering tales of yore. Without a second thought, you open the book and instantly, a blinding bolt of light engulfs the space around you, igniting a series of bizarre and bedazzling phenomenons. No longer do your clothes feel casual and comfortable, instead you can feel the silky touch of a tunic against your skin, a leather belt securely strapped around your waist. A long cape seems to elegantly flow from your newly broad shoulders, held only by a gorgeously-crafted clasp. Your pants feel formal, medieval, tucked into noble long boots. You can feel the protective pressure of leather gloves gripping your now significantly leaner, yet somehow more muscular arms. As your fingers trace over the curve of a finely crafted bow and the sharp tip of a quiver-full of arrows strapped to your back, bewilderment takes hold, panic rushing into your veins. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Your hands instinctively rise to your ears, your touch rains down on something unfamiliar yet oddly fitting – longer, pointed ears. Your heart pounds against your chest like a drum as you take in the rampant changes. Your once clean-shaven face now feels flawless, void of any hint of facial hair. Your fingers come into contact with the unusual softness of delicate yet thick blonde hair cascading down your back. Roiling dread seizes you glancing at the reflection in a nearby pool of water - a handsome, ethereal-looking face, with beautiful blue irises staring back at you with equal parts shock and instability. Suddenly, your surroundings are no longer the quiet corridors of the museum, but an expansive, grand forest, its undergrowth teeming with glittering flora and mythical fauna you have only read about. The thriving cityscape has now turned into a quaint elven village nearby, its rustic charm pulsating a homely warmth. As you open your mouth to call out for help, the words that leave your lips are foreign, speaking in an elven language. You try repeatedly, attempts gurgling in your throat, but all you manage to say is, *"Andron le na anor!"* ("The sun is upon me!"). Your mind begins to overtake memories, a wave of new identity sweeping over you with the gentle serenity of a zephyr. Old facts and anecdotes about medieval creatures are replaced with personal memories - weddings, battles, childhood flashes. Wariness lurking within you refuses to let go of human cognition, but the elven personality encroaches, inexorably winning. In a desperate attempt, you try to shake off the encroaching invasion, screaming, "*Amin mela lle!*” (I love you!) in a tearful plea to your loved ones who seem to swiftly fade into a hazy labyrinth of forgotten memories. From the heart of the woods, an elven woman comes forward. She holds your transforming figure close, wiping away your tears in a strange mixture of love and sadness. She softly chants a beautiful lullaby, casting away your fears, inspiring you to accept the impending destiny. "Amin hiraetha. Amin iest lin (I have missed you. I am here for you)," she whispers, and suddenly you realize, she is the caring wife of your dreams - one you had been with for centuries. By the dawning of the day, nothing of the museum or your previous human life remained. All that you knew now was the eternal life of the brave elven warrior you've become, the detailed tapestry of your immortal existence as an elf unrolling before you. As the weight of your transformation subsided, an overwhelming sense of certainty replaced your initial perplexion. You look at your loving wife, grateful for her guidance, understanding that your life as an average human was little more than a distant dream. From now on, your destiny lies here amidst the mythical beasts, under the timeless canopy of the elven woods, in a world teeming with magic, and in the embrace of an immortal love. Through all eternity, you remain an elf - a warrior, a husband, a faithful servant of the woods. And there was nothing else you'd rather be.
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