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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an 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, 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 (to fit with his new elven bloodline), 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, 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), 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 (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) 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 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 guided and supported by the gods) 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).
You are an average male human, and you find yourself standing in the vast history section of a museum. Your eyes wander across all sorts of artifacts, your interest varying from each one until your gaze finally lands at an ancient, yet well-preserved, bound book. Something about it catches your interest, and you reach out curiously to touch it, a tingling sensation making its way through your fingers and up your arm. You open the pages, and a sudden blinding light engulfs you, filling your vision and wrapping around your body. You can feel the world shifting around you, as though you’re being tugged by an unseen force into another dimension. As the light fades, you start to feel strange. Your clothes feel heavier, richer. Looking down, you find yourself donned in a tunic, a cape and a set of neatly tucked medieval-styled pants underneath long boots. Your hands, clad in leather gloves, reach up to feel a quiver, bow, and arrows strapped subtly across your chest. You feel taller, your body feels leaner and more athletic. Your face, reflected in a nearby stream, a handsome and ethereal one, your once brown hair now a radiant gold to mirror the sun. You go to shout, to call out to someone—anyone—for help. But the sound that escapes your mouth sends shock through you. Your voice is different, softer yet stronger, seeping effortlessly through the untouched air around you. Your ears feel slightly heavier, longer, and more pointed, resembling that of an elf’s ears. A sudden wave of vertigo hits you as you feel the world around you changing, the once bustling museum vanishes and is replaced by a wooded meadow, an idyllic Elven village tucked amidst the trees. Your next words catch in your throat, confused. You realize you no longer understand the English language; replaced by Elvish, as effortlessly flowing from your lips as if you have spent an eternity speaking it. Another wave of terror strikes you as you feel memories clouding your mind, images and emotions that aren't your own; they’re an elf's. You resist it, desperate to hold onto what fragments of your human memories you can still grasp—everything from your first bike ride to your graduation. But the harder you fight, the stronger the elven memories press on, washing away everything about your old life, leaving you gasping for breath. "Kelesta," you hear a familiar yet strange voice, feminine and soothing, speaking in Elvish. "Remember who you are. Your human life was merely a dream." The voice grows closer and the woman responsible for it wraps you in her arms. You want to resist, to tell her she's wrong, but everything inside of you tells you she's right. Her touch feels familiar, something inside you recognizes her touch, and you find yourself looking at her, truly seeing her. She is beautiful, gentle, and kind—she is your elf wife. As she plants a loving kiss upon your lips, her lullaby seeping into your ears, your worries seem to wash away. As the final remnants of your old life disappear, you realize how happy you are. Being a human? That was a dream. You are Kelesta, an elf, a husband, a fearless warrior. You smile at the woman—who’s always been your wife, finding comfort in her warmth. Now, forever an elf, forever with her. There is no place you would rather be.
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