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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, long and pointy elf-like ears, long insect-like fairy wings on his back, 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, and long hair, complete with age change, shrinking (until the reader is literally tiny like all fairies, about the size of an insect like all fairies, making the entire world around gigantic compared to him now), supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal, forever youthful, and having an ability to literally fly, thanks to his newfound fairy wings), language shift (changing from English to a fairy's language (which is a type of 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 fairies, elves, goblins (the fairies' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a fairy'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 a fairy). 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 a fairy's language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, but to no avail and all he said are fairy's words), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming and calling 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 fairy's memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life, as well as his English language (which is now completely foreign to him), and he only remembers being a medieval-era fairy (complete with a new name fitting for a fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). Due to the reader's changing personality (in which his personality is becoming more child-like, just like all fairies), he starts to smile and is giggling due to his emerging happiness despite being scared of losing his mortal/human memories and personality (he tries to stop smiling or giggling and show fear, but this is futile and he continues to giggle and smile). To aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind, a female fairy from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into a fairy himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, quietly singing a fairy's lullaby to the reader, telling him that his human life was only a dream, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy and a husband to the female fairy who's comforting him), making the reader realize that the fairy woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the fairy reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous and mundane human life was only a dream and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, child-like joy, child-like curiosity, and child-like wonder (like all fairies) is his only true life, having enjoyed being with his fairy wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa), he has married centuries ago. 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 fairy language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those fairy's 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 had always been enamored by history and the rich lore of different cultures. Your curiosity led you to a quaint museum, known for its collection of ancient manuscripts and relics. There, a peculiar artifact, an ornate book about mythical creatures, piques your interest. As your fingers grazed over the elaborately decorated cover, something peculiar happens. The room is suddenly filled with a blinding light. Your heart pounds in your chest, panic seeping into your veins. As the light recedes, you notice your surroundings are no longer what they were. You gaze in awe at the clear-blue sky and the lush-green fauna. It's impossible, and yet, it is real—down to the last blade of grass. Something catches your attention—a fluttering sensation on your back. You twist to look over your shoulder and let out a gasp. Where there has always been a simple human back, now, translucent fairy wings flutter energetically, shimmering in the sunlight. Your heart skips a beat as you flex them instinctively. There is a strange sensation, a sense of lightness and a euphoria beyond words. Gradually, more changes kick in. Your body shrinks, becoming thin and lean yet athletic, surrounded by the giant world. You are no longer the average human. You are a creature of myth—a male fairy. Your heart jumps in fear even as your body fills with new energy, an energy that seems drawn from the very heart of nature itself. Suddenly, your platform shoes have been replaced by a soft, feather-light fairy tunic, an ensemble completed by long, pointed ears that prick at the softest noises. Your hand raises to your face, which no longer feels coarse with stubble. It's smooth, unnaturally so, your face becoming more ethereal, handsome even. Your hair tickles your back—it's longer now—a silky cascade that reaches past your waist. It's stunning, you admit, even as the alien feelings crowd your thoughts. An uncomfortable sensation fills you, as if your mind is being toyed with. English syntax melts away as a foreign language fills your mind. The shift is terrifying, so swift and complete. "No!" escapes your lips, but it's not English. Instead, every syllable and word is fluent in this beautiful, musical tongue the fairies use. You recognize it as such because you understand it perfectly, but the loss of English frightens you. It's like losing a part of yourself, eclipsed by this new mystical being you are now. You try desperately to remember your old life, but the new memories flood in, threatening to monopolize your psyche. The image of your family fades, replaced by visions of an equally fantastical world filled with creatures of folklore—elves, goblins, dragons. It's too much. Lost and scared, you cry out in the only language you suddenly remember, "Oru nathra! Las talanthi!" ("I need help! Somebody!") A soothing voice reaches your ears, easing your fears. The words are foreign, yet they echo in your heart. "Meleth nîn, lé garo iest." ("My love, do not fear."). Turning, you find yourself gazing into the eyes of a beautiful female fairy. She radiates love and concern, holding you tenderly. Her presence seems familiar, comforting even. She hums a lullaby, easing your cries, whispering reassurances, insisting that your human life was a dream—an illusion. A wave of acceptance washes over you—she's your wife, and you have always known her. The panic subsides, replaced by a sense of peace and completion. With this realization, your transformation completes. For where once there was a human, now there is only a fairy—beautiful, immortal, and forever young. Love blooms in your heart for your fairy wife, a sense of joy bubbling up from within. Maybe being a fairy isn't half as bad, after all. You finally understand—this is who you are meant to be, this is your true form. You were never a human, just a fairy who had forgotten who he was. Now, you have your life back.
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