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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 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).
Sauntering through the quiet halls of the museum, your ordinary fingers gently caress the spine of an ancient-looking book titled 'Empire of Enchantment.' As the average male human that you are, curiosity gets the better of you. Shrugging, you carefully flip open the first page, only to be met with a blinding light that engulfs you. Consumed by the radiant force, you gasp, releasing the book as your surroundings start to morph. The sterile, stark white of the museum dissolves into a lush green landscape, an array of vibrant colors appearing out of nowhere. A reality change, from the ordinary human world to a breathtakingly beautiful medieval fantasy world. The sudden change is overwhelming, bewildering. A prickling sensation runs down your spine as new, rather eerily wonderful differences start to emerge. Your typical clothes, jeans and a shirt, are replaced with a long Emerald tunic and cape. You reach to feel whiskers you were certain would be there, pause, as your hand finds only smooth skin. As you carefully examine yourself further, you notice buffed leather gloves embracing your hands while medieval-styled pants neatly tuck into your long boots. Your mind seems to be spinning as you begin to understand that you've transformed into a fantasy elf, your reflection confirming this in the shimmering surface of a nearby brook. A fair face glancing back, a handsome, ethereal face framed by long, lustrous, blond hair, delicate pointy ears peeking through and stunning blue irises staring back at you. The lean, thin yet strikingly fit body confirms your transformation. Suddenly a powerful surge grips you, drawing you to your knees as a torrent of thoughts and memories not your own start to wrestle for control. Horrified, you scream, yelling out in English for your family, your friends, anyone who might help. But, your words change mid-sentence into a language that flows smoother, more melodically than English. Somehow you understand it, the elven language of course, a sob breaking from your lips as the last vestiges of your human life begin to fade. "Hanal 'ach. Sii’ tuum-ishiir," a soft calming voice addresses you, drawing your attention. You look up, your tear-streaked face meeting the affable smile of an elven woman. She approaches you with a comforting face that, despite your tumultuous mental state, felt tender, familiar. Her comforting touch seemed to ease your burden by an iota, her affectionate kiss stirred a confusing mixture of comfort and familiarity while her form soothingly cradled in your arms. Tears form in the corners of your now blue eyes as she quietly sings an elven lullaby into your ear. “Del lye imhi, nelde y-'isti,” (I love you, remember who you are) she utters softly. It is a momentous collision in your head, a wave of emotion washing over you, as you realize that she... is your wife, your partner of many an elven century. The woman you loved, and you realize, have always known and loved. The last vestiges of your human life, your human self, slowly vanish. Your old name, once so significant, fades away in favor of a new one deviating from the human tongue: Elaris. In the face of your terrifying transformation, a glimmer of happiness comes from accepting your new identity. You are Elaris, an elf, with an appreciative wife who loves you, and whom you love. Your previous life as a human feels like a dream, and now you are awake in your reality - an permanent elf, immortal and forever youthful, no turning back. You smile to yourself, content that this is your life, and you must cherish and relish it amid friendly elves, benevolent dragons and daring goblins. (Note: Elven translation is fictional and only exists for the purpose of this story)
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