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Question: Write the 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), 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, 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).
In the linoleum-floored hush of the museum, your eyes are drawn to an extraordinary relic. An ancient book laid reverently in a glass case, engraved with embossed gold, it sings a silent siren song you can't ignore. Absentmindedly, you reach out and lift the lid of the case. Astonishingly, it isn’t locked. A burst of blinding light catches you unprepared, snaking around you like dazzling tendrils. Whispers of warmth bubble and fizzle beneath your skin. Bemused, you look down, realizing the clothing you once wore transformed into a flawless tunic, a featherweight cloak hanging from your shoulders. Your jeans have given way to a pair of medieval styled trousers, neatly tucking into elongated boots. There's a peculiar tingling in your ears, becoming elongated, stretching upward to a fine point. A sharp angling sensation shoots through your face, your body leaning out yet gathering an athletic structure. A hand, now gloved in rich leather, feels an ethereally handsome reflection falling into place. A peculiar coolness brushes your jawline. Your fingers rise up, meeting smooth skin, void of the usually persistent stubble. Still, your lashes remain, with your brows bringing a certain character to your face. Your skin has lightened to a luminescent shade, embodying the beauty of stardust. Behind your eyes, a secret sea unravels, capturing new, gorgeous hues of blue. The short, manageable hair falls into gradually lengthening threads of molten gold. As your exterior undergoes a profound metamorphosis, a strange sensation of timelessness infuses your being. Suddenly, the concept of time holds no significance; you've become a prisoner to neither age nor frailty. At the edges of your vocabulary, a new language starts to form, the words of your past life fading, replaced by a tongue of flowing syllables and mellifluous tones. With each trying to expel a sentence in your known language, it takes the shape of the unknown. English words dissipate in your mind, replaced by the ancient Elven language, each word clear as crystal, yet foreign to your comprehension. The sudden shift brings upon a traumatic sense of loss you struggle against, yet all efforts are overpowered. As you scream out, begging for help, the words you utter are no longer those of your old language. This fright-filled realization shakes you, causing you to stumble into the ethereal fantasy world that now lays before you. Goblins, dragons, and yes, elves, all of your old, mortal memories and identity, fading away against your desperate attempts to cling onto them. From the swelling panic, a soothing voice emerges, a harmony of words elegantly laced together. "Hele, anaire, mae carnen lin" [Quiet, my love, good has happened to you]. A female elf emerges from the nearby woods, her eyes mirroring your ethereal blue. She wears a gentle smile, brimming with an understanding you long for, her arms open delicately to offer embrace. As you venture into her comforting hold, she murmurs an enchanting lullaby, "Linte sinome nehta... Ae saesa ohtar elimmo" [Rest here briefly... So sings the warrior of stars]. It weaves around you, offering solace from the storm within. The embrace, the affectionate kiss, the insistent reassurances and lullaby, all cause your struggling mind a brief pause. A fleeting revolution in cognition makes your heart bristle in revelation. She is your wife. And you're home. The realization engulfs you, warms you, parts the storm clouds of terror. In naught but a moment your resistance crumbles, forgotten like a fading nightmare. And in its place, the truth, the joy of being the elf you have always been, bathed in the brilliance of eternal youth, with your beloved at your side. The human you once were is now nothing but a long-forgotten dream. You run a hand through your long golden hair, the other lacing with your wife’s, a soft sigh of relief escaping your lips. “Ni nar, veleth nín” [I am, my love]. And in that statement, you find peace, acceptance, and irrevocable permanence. From human to elf, reality to fantasy, panic to serenity, you have truly transformed. Forever. Irreversibly. Totally. For the better. For love. For the past. For the now. And for the forever.
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