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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, 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), 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. 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).
Stepping into the ancient, shadowy halls of the museum, you find your eyes are immediately drawn to a glass-encased book nestled amidst other century-old artifacts. The title reads, "The Lore of Fantasy Creatures of the Ancient Times," and something about it whets your curiosity. Against all logic, the book calls to you. Moved by an inexplicable urge, you reach out, tracing your fingers over the magical scripts embossed on the leather cover. In an instant, the world blurs as a maelstrom of blinding light engulfs you. Your heart pounds in your chest, your body feels simultaneously heavy and light as a feather. The sensation ebbs just as abruptly as it had flooded over you, but then you realize it only transitioned into a second stage of transformation. Your appearance begins to morph, your body thins, becomes leaner, and more athletic. Newly toned muscles flex under your hands, a strange sensation. A tunic and cape take the place of your street clothes with medieval-styled pants neatly tucked into long boots. You flex your fingers, now encased in supple leather gloves. Something shifts on either side of your head. Reaching up curiously, you touch a pair of elongated, pointy ears now framing your face. Staring at your reflection in a nearby surface, a handsome, ethereal face stares back at you, with beautiful blue irises and long, blonde hair. Every feature is sharp, almost elvish. You swallow thickly, no longer spotting any facial hair beneath your finely sculpted nose. Your voice, when you finally find it, is huskier, smoother, resonating differently in the confines of your body. And then the language shift begins. Strange words tumble from your lips that you understand perfectly, their meaning shifting into focus immediately. It's a language so far removed from English that you can't remember words from your previous language. You scream, presented with unending fields of bursting wildflowers and looming ancient trees studded with luminescent fruit. The world around you isn't the museum anymore. Dark and towering spires scrape the sky, their shadows interspersed with verdant meadows as dragons and goblins roam around. This world is straight out of a fantasy novel. Your mind begins to race, memories, so foreign and yet so familiar, flood your thoughts. You remember archery training, wars with goblins, a beautiful elven woman by your side – your wife. "No, no!" you cry in the elven language, "I'm not an elf, I remember being...". But that’s the problem, you don't remember, your human life slipping away like sand through fingers. Unshed tears gleam in your eyes as a tender voice speaks, "Calm down, Melrin." The elven language is rich and soothing. Turning sharply, you find an elven woman, your wife. She smiles, walking towards you, her green eyes filled with love and concern. "Non erin dae melynnë," she speaks softly, gently pulling you into a hug. Don't fear my love. The last vestiges of your human self slip away, replaced with cherished elf memories. They weave into your mind, making you remember your love for her, your shared past, the name you hold as your own. Melrin. As she softly sings a lullaby, the horrifying fear seeping into your heart dissipates. Looking into her eyes, you realize your human life was never yours. The elven life waiting for you seems much more vibrant, real, and alluring. Your new reality settles around you. You are no longer a mere human. You are Melrin, a proud and brave elf, happy to have returned to your true self and world. It's time you lived your immortal, forever youthful elvelife surrounded by friends, family, and your beloved, swampishing away all thoughts about ever being a mortal human. After all, only the fantasies are real. Here in this mystical world, you are right where you belong. For now and forever.
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