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Question: Write a 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, 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 to remember who he really is (an elf), also in elven language, 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 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).
You walk into a museum, its echoey halls filled with ancient artifacts and glass-encased books. A curiosity takes hold of you and you find yourself drawn to a particular book, its cover depicting fantastical creatures from your wildest dreams. You trace your fingers gently over the worn out leather, wondering about the countless hands that have held it over centuries. As you open it, a flood of blinding light engulfs you. Confusion takes root. The old museum around you disappears into the ether, replaced by a forest of ancient pines and a medieval world you had only read about. Indescribable chills run down your spine, fear beginning to blossom in your chest as your mind becomes consumed with memories you can't recognize. You start twisting your hands, your fingers fumbling over rough fabric of a tunic and scratchy cape. A panic sets in as your hands reach upwards, fingers grazing over pointed elf ears. The world around you starts spinning as you lose your footing, your newly formed lean body falling onto the soft grass below. With shaky hands, gloved in leather, you look down to see yourself wearing medieval-styled pants, neatly tucked into long, worn-out boots. Your body feels foreign, yet oddly familiar. You reach for your face, tracing lean muscles and clean, smooth skin. Your hands wade through long blonde hair, a golden waterfall falling over your shoulders. Soon, the reality of the change settles in like a cold winter's night. You try to call for help, but your pleas are cut short. A new language leaves your mouth, a tongue you don't somehow understand. You squeeze your eyes shut, your calls for help turning into the gibberish of the elven language. "*Cyra lupi!*" (Help me!). And then there she is, a woman made of moonlight and clover honey. Her face softens as she takes your hands in hers, her cool touch offering a moment of tranquility. You fight to remember who she is, see her face etched into unfamiliar memories. "*Milae amae.*" (Do not fear), she whispers, her voice sounding like the rustling of autumn leaves. Tears well up in your eyes as you try to fight the influx of new thoughts, new memories. You remember her - your wife, your rock, your one true love. You remember the passion, the wars, the heartbreaks, and the victories. The world turns upside down as it adjusts itself to the new reality. She hums a lullaby, her voice a soft echo around you, "*Ar ae Ranil, ece ve laluil.*" (In the moonlight, under the stars). And just like that, your history as a human fades away into oblivion, replaced by centuries of elven life you've lived and loved. Time slows down, a sense of acceptance beginning to usher in. You settle into your new form, every cell in your body rejecting the faint memories of humanity. You are an elf. And with a soft sigh of resignation, you embrace the new memories, reality, and the love of your life. After all, you have forever to live.
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