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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a male mermaid complete with a mermaid's necklace, a fish tail (instead of human legs), both gills and lungs, fish-like fins instead of 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, beautifully-colored irises in his eyes, and long hair complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful, as well as being able to swim with his newfound tail effortlessly), language shift (changing from English to an mermaid's 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, more specifically, in an ocean since he's a mermaid now), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an mermaid'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 mermaid). 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 mermaid's 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 mermaid (complete with a new name fitting for a mermaid, rather than an old human name he once remembered having), having remembered his training with his own trident, on war with sea witches, marriage to a mermaid woman, and himself being a mermaid. To aid in the now-mermaid reader's transforming mind, the mermaid elf from a nearby undersea kingdom (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an mermaid 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 mermaid), making the reader realize that the mermaid woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the mermaid 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 mermaid (he enjoys being with his mermaid 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 mermaid's language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those mermaid's 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 find yourself in a museum, the rich aroma of antiquity filling your nostrils. An artifact suddenly grabs your attention, a book bound in worn leather with intricate carvings. Curiosity piqued, you gingerly open the cover, ancient, dusty pages fluttering at your touch. Suddenly, an intense, blinding light engulfs you. Panic bubbles up, fear cresting over you like a tidal wave as your world irrevocably changes. Your skin tingles, an electric charge racing over your body like a thousand tiny fish. You gasp, cool water replacing the familiar viscosity of air. You try to scream, only for your vocal cords to produce a lilting melody instead. "Help," you try to say. Instead, it comes out as "*Avaalre,*" the undeniable language of the merfolk. All semblance of human appearance falls away, replaced by the slick, lean physique of a mermaid. Your legs fuse into a powerful tail, scales shimmering in the undersea light. An ethereal face in the water's reflection stares back - handsome, akin to a siren's allure. Hair, longer than you've ever had, dances like seaweed, and a necklace of teardrops glitters around your now-slender neck. No beard obscures the lower half of your face, yet your eyebrows and eyelashes remain. A new reality rushes to claim you, tearing away the old, human persona you've clung to. Panic amplifies as you feel your memories - your human life - ripped from your mind's grasp. You sob involuntarily, crying out inexplicably and desperately shaking your head, trying to banish the onslaught of new memories invading your mind. But it's all in vain. A figure emerges from the flickering undersea light. A mermaid, her scales shimmering like gold, approaches you. "Ssh, Aethanar," she thus coos in a soothing voice, stroking your sides with an affectionate touch. "Duath," she murmurs, tilting your face to meet her. Of course, you realize. In your reshaped reality, this is your wife. Loosening your resistance, you let her envelop you in a tender embrace. Skin on skin, scales on scales. She sings an elfin lullaby, her melodic voice resonating through the oceanic expanse. "*Aearon coia*, sleep, my love," she lulls, her words in fluid merfolk tongue. Her assurances attach themselves to the new layers of your personality. This beautiful, golden mermaid is your wife, the one you have chosen to spend eternity with. The memories of your previous human life disperse, like bubbles released to the water's surface. In the warmth of your wife's touch, you find acceptance. It wasn't a transformation, but a reclamation. Your human life was a dream, and this merman existence is the reality you've always known. The reality that you've willingly accepted, are eager to explore further, a reality you'll enjoy living forever. [Translantions: "Avaalre" - help "Aethanar" - a merman’s name "Duath" - comfort "Aearon coia" - sleep, my love] Please take note that the translations provided are fictional, as real Merfolk language doesn't exist. The translations are only meant to enhance the narrative.
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