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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, 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 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 nor the transformation that had happened) 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).
In the old grandeur of the museum, you couldn't help but be drawn to an ancient book lying open, aged pages adorned with medieval fantastical creatures beautifully illustrated. As you reached out and touched the page, an intense light erupted, enveloping you entirely in its radiance. An indescribable weight fills your form, fear welling up inside you. A strange sensation courses through your body, crawling underneath your skin. You looked down to see your body thinning and elongating to oaken proportions, muscle melting away to sleek lines of an athletic frame. Your eyes widened as they met your hands, fingers growing thin and nimble, sheathed in supple leather gloves. You reached up to touch your face, brushing against a silky collection of blonde hair cascading halfway down your back. Glancing at a nearby mirror, your reflection bore a stranger. Staring back at you was a handsome, ethereal face, framed with long tapered ears, a stark difference to the human you once knew. The features soft, yet striking, carrying the same enigmatic beauty found in ancient sculptures, devoid of any humanly facial hair. Your eyes, a deep enchanting blue, bore an agelessness, mirrored by the smooth, icy skin they rested in. Your usual style of wardrobe was replaced; a classic medieval elf ensemble with a tunic and cloak. Long boots hugged your legs right under neatly stitched pants. The once familiar weight of your wallet and keychain now replaced with the lighter feel of a quiver and an elegant, long bow, strapped across your back. Pronounced English words suddenly began dissolving into delicate syllables of an unknown language, the incomprehensible tongue smoothly rolling off your native one. Speaking aloud drenched your ears with a rubbed velvet voice eliciting celestial hymns. You realized in a poignant surge of terror: you were forgetting English. But almost instantaneously, understanding the foreign language came as naturally as breathing. The pathways of your mind were terrorizing, memories slipping out like sand through your fingers, replaced immediately by a new sequence of events. You felt edges of new memories scrape against your mind, you shook your head violently in futile resistance, terrifyingly conscious of your human history fading. Suddenly a barrage of emotions crashed over you. The distinct touch of a bowstring, the thrill of goblin hunt, comforting laughter of an elven woman. Tears slipped from the corner of your eyes. You screamed, the foreign words echoing your plea seemed stabbingly endearing. "Kalina minya, inda ve kaer! Ná avuva onóna velle..." "My light, sleep and rest! You will wake up a new man..." An unexpected feminine voice echoed. Turning, you were greeted by the tranquil face of an elf woman. Her bright eyes were softly concerned, fervent with love. And there it was, you recognized those eyes, you knew that face. The woman was your wife. Your wife held your hand, whispering consoling words, her voice interlacing with a gentle lullaby. She cradled your face with soothing motions, a genuine notion of comfort, her words washing over your thoughts like a warm, peaceful tide. "Elen siluva lúmenn' omentielvo, mela en' coiamin." "A star will shine on the hour of our meeting, my love." You stared back at her realizing your love and care for this woman have always been there, deep inside your soul. And you understood her words. Your fear ebbed away gradually, replaced by a profound relief, acceptance and a sense of official belonging. You consoled, as she gently stroked your long blonde curls, humming the elven melody, making the transformation smoother, helping guide you to a new life. A peaceful calm washed over you, a divine truth settling in, "Your previous life was but a dream, my dear. Breathe in the notes of your new life as an elf, it's your reality." You wanted to cling onto your human-ness, but with the most eloquent persuasion, you felt serenity washing over you. The museum, the book, your human life… faded away into nonexistence. You succumbed to your new life featured around archery, wars with goblins, ancient forests, your ever-so-distinguished elven life. Gazing into your wife's eyes, letting the lullaby take over, you remembered. You always been an elf. Your human life… was it all a dream after all? You smiled, comforted by this new reality, happy to be home.
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