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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, 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), 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), 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), 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 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, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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 step into the historical museum filled with antique books and artifacts, your eyes are drawn to an aged tome that stands out from the rest. It's about medieval fantasy creatures – precisely your area of interest. You open the tome, and as you do, a blinding light engulfs you. Bewilderment gives way to shock as you feel your body changing, stretching, becoming lean yet athletic and your skin adopts an ethereal pallor. "You feel pounds lighter, a sense of agelessness permeating through you." Your fingers brush your newly formed pointy ears as you drop the tome in astonishment. You feel your cheeks, smooth and free of any stubble, your lips untouched by any hairs - you have no facial hair anywhere on the lower half of your face, though you still have your eyebrows and eyelashes. Another peculiar feeling: your hair extension, now long, blonde, and silky. Your attire had gradually transformed into a green tunic with a cloak, leather gloves on your hands, and long boots on your feet. With a sudden sense of dread, you open your mouth to call out to someone, anyone. But the words that escape your lips aren't English; they are smooth, rhythmic, musical – the elvish language. Panic bubbles in your chest as your human tongue seems unremembered and you instinctively struggle to express your own self in the ancient language. You try to recall your family, your friends, to call for their help, but these memories are slipping away, replaced with an elvish upbringing, an elvish life. Tears well in your eyes as you desperately try to fight the losing battle against these new memories, new identity seeping in your consciousness. "Elanor va'na lye, lye naa amin," a soft voice echoes, speaking the elvish language in a melodic rhythm. You turn. A fair and beautiful elven lady is approaching you, her azure eyes mirror your own. 'Elanor loves you, you're mine', you translate inside your bewildered mind. A sense of trust washes over you. She wraps her arms around you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. As she sings an elvish lullaby, your mind eases. She sings, "Lye ohtar'd yánaa-rin, lye va'na cilion" (You battle against the night, you are loved, my dear one) "Sérë lye, sérë an lye coia" (Rest you, rest in your everlasting life) "Elanor amin, lye naa tanya" (Elanor my love, you are eternal) Your senses are filled with her comforting presence, each melody begins to solidify your new identity, brushing away the last vestiges of your human self. Her words 'Elanor loves you' resonate in your mind and then it strikes you: Elanor is your wife. And you, now undeniably are an Elf, and the memory of your human life was simply a dream. You come to terms with your new reality. The elven tunic fits you comfortably, your new slender, strong body feels like home. The elvish language slips easily off of your tongue and Elanor, your forever beloved, is by your side. You embrace her, smiling genuinely for the first time as you truly comprehend your existence – your real existence – as an Elf. You relish the thought; the human life was a dream, this is your true life, your elf life. In the tranquil melody of the lullaby, under the vibrant elven sky, with your loved one in your arms, this medieval fantasy world is your forever home, and you dwell contently in your immortality, forever young and eternally in love.
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