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Question: Write the transformation story of May (in her outfit from Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire anime series) turning into Alastor (from the adult cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (turning from female into male), clothes change, height progression, age progression, reality change (May's world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with May's personality and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite her, now his best efforts, making him completely forget that he was ever a little human girl or Pokemon trainer named May, only remembering that he was a male and powerful demon overlord, and his name was Alastor). For May's appearance, she is a 12 year old pokemon trainer girl who has an average height for a young girl and has long, chocolate-brown hair that has a single fringe at the center with three edges secured by a red and white bandana. She has blue eyes with long eyelashes with her single fringe on her brown long hair is nearly identical to Norman's (May's father). She wears a red short-sleeved shirt with a navy blue semi-circle on it, a yellow fanny pack, white gloves with navy fingertips, a white mini skirt over dark blue cycle shorts, and black ankle socks along with red shoes with black and yellow stripes. Despite her beauty, May is a sweet, very kind-hearted, optimistic, energetic, cheerful, and beautiful girl, who would love to eat desserts, try different foods in every town she visits and would help people in need. Like Misty, May can get very angry and hot-tempered at times when disagreeing with either Max (May's younger brother) or Ash Ketchum, but May is able to overcome her fear of Bug-type Pokémon. However, she can get very sad, especially when she loses a Contest, but does her best to prevail. She is also shown to have a side for romance, though on rare occasions. However, she became angry at her Munchlax because it was eating food that belonged to someone else and ran off when she didn't keep an eye on it, she had Max give Munchlax "pink surprise" in order to stop Munchlax's appetite and prevent it from eating. At the start of her journey, May didn't like Pokémon as she only wanted to start her journey just so she can travel and visit places. However, her encounter with Ash and Brock changed that and her love for Pokémon began to grow steadily. For Alastor's appearance (after May turned into him), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoofed toes and red fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
_The sun began to set on the serene fields where May, the young Pokémon trainer, had been journeying. She was admiring the beauty of the landscape, Poke Balls clipped to her belt, a smile playing on her lips as her Munchlax frolicked nearby._ _May gazed at the scene before her, filled with an adventurous spirit and dreams of winning more contests. "It's such a beautiful evening, isn't it, Munchlax?" she said cheerfully._ _But as the sun dipped below the horizon, something strange started to happen. Reality itself seemed to ripple. May looked around, puzzled and a bit concerned._ _"What's going on?" she murmured, clutching her fanny pack nervously._ _The air shimmered and cracked, and before she could react, a vortex opened beneath her feet, dragging her in. She screamed as she was pulled through an ever-shifting tunnel of darkness and flickering images. The fields, the Pokémon, everything she knew was swiftly fading._ _The transformation began the moment she crossed into the dark realm of the Hazbin Hotel universe. Her body elongated and stretched painfully. She could feel her bones transforming, her skin tingling and changing color._ _"Aaaah! What's happening to me?" May's frightened voice echoed._ _Her limbs grew disproportionately long, her fingers curling as they turned dark grey, red claws sprouting from the tips. The transformation warped her clothing. Her comfortable, practical Pokémon trainer outfit morphed, becoming a red pinstripe coat that flared at the hem. Her shirt turned a vivid, blood-red color, matched with a cross on the chest, her fingers encased in black gloves with red fingertips._ _"No, no, no, this can't be real!" she shouted, her voice distorting, growing deeper and more menacing. Her hair began to retract, turning into an angled bob cut with black tips, two tufts rising like deer ears. Small black antlers sprouted from her head._ _May tried to think of anything that could stop this surreal nightmare, but her thoughts were becoming clouded, replaced by new memories, a new identity. Her skin turned beige and her height continued to increase until she found herself towering at almost seven feet._ _"Help me, please!" she cried, but her voice had altered completely, now carrying the transatlantic lilt of Alastor._ _Her eyes changed, becoming dark-red sclerae with bright red irises that could alter into radio dials. May's persona was being consumed, swallowed by Alastor's sinister nature._ _"Ah, how delightful! I can really use this," Alastor's smooth voice echoed in his own head, as May's memories and personality were fully overridden._ _Reality solidified into the world of Hazbin Hotel. The once peaceful fields were replaced by the chaotic, dark streets of Hell. The air smelled of brimstone and decay, far from the sweet, fresh air of the Pokémon world._ _"Now, isn't this quite the stage for a reappearance?" Alastor chuckled deeply, his grin wide and toothy._ _All memories of being May, the cheerful Pokémon trainer, were gone. Now, he was Alastor, the Radio Demon, a powerful overlord with a penchant for chaos._ _"Ah, it's good to be back," Alastor said to himself, smoothing down the lapels of his red pinstripe coat. He stepped forward, cane in hand, twirling it idly. "Let the show begin, my dear friends. The stage is set for something... extraordinary!"_ _He encountered other demons, casting quick glances their way. Though some recognized him, others looked on in fear._ _"Alastor! The Radio Demon! What brings you here?" one of them stammered._ _"Just a bit of fun," Alastor replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few... improvements to make to this charming establishment."_ _And with that, Alastor moved forward, fully embracing his role, with no memory of ever being the sweet girl named May. The transformation was irrevocable, one world swapped for another, one soul replaced by another._
The day had started out as any other for May. She was excited about yet another Pokémon Contest and was busy strategizing with her team and her younger brother, Max, on how to secure the next win. As the daylight waned, she decided to take a brief repose near a crystalline lake on the outskirts of the Eterna Forest. "Max," May said, pausing to sip from her water bottle, "Just imagine the look on Dad's face when we bring home another ribbon!" Max smiled a wide grin. "You'll do great, sis. You always do." Feeling a gentle breeze rustling the trees, May lay back on the soft, grassy ground, eyes closing in momentary comfort. As she lay there, the sky clouded over, casting an eerie twilight over the landscape. The world around her shifted - the once familiar greenery started to blur, melting into dark and twisted structures. May's heart raced as she shot up, "Max? Where are you?!" But her voice echoed strangely, as if swallowed by the now-gray air surrounding her. The comforting familiarity of the Eterna Forest was gone, and in its place stood the grim and grotesque world of Hazbin Hotel's Hell. A sudden jolt of pain shot through May's spine. She hunched over, gripping her midsection as the sensation intensified. Her bones stretched, elongated, and liquefied, reshaping into a taller, more masculine form. "No... what's happening to me?!" May’s voice cracked, morphing from a melodious, high-pitched tone to a deeper, resonant register. Her clothes began to dissolve, replaced by the crimson hues of Alastor’s attire. Gloves tightened over her growing hands, and her shirt reformed into a pinstripe coat. Her bandana disintegrated, replaced by an undercut styled hair, burst forth with dark-tipped tufts of hair and small antlers. Her delicate feet transfigured into hoofed toes, and her eyes darkened, the sclera turning red with fierce, pulsating irises. "No! I don’t want this!" she wailed, her memories of training Pokémon and traveling with Ash and Brock getting overpowered by memories of radio broadcasts, sadistic grins, and demonic power. "May! Remember who you are!" she internally screamed, trying to fight the tidal wave of foreign memories washing over her original self. Her kind-hearted and optimistic nature crumbled under the weight of an overpowering ego and a sinister personality. She tried to recall the taste of different desserts, the joy of winning a Contest, but all of her precious memories were replaced with Alastor’s heinous deeds and his drive for power. May’s, now Alastor’s, transformation completed, standing at 7 feet tall, his wide, constant grin revealing razor-sharp, yellow teeth. He tilted his head, glancing around as if seeing the world for the first time. "Ah, what a charmingly twisted locale!" Alastor remarked, his voice resonating with old-time radio charm. "Much better than any human city I've ever seen!" An internal struggle that had once been May’s desperate attempt to retain her identity was now a lost battle. Her memories had been thoroughly replaced, her essence fully dissociated. In their place, Alastor’s full, overpowering presence was all that remained. "Oh, what delightful chaos awaits," Alastor mused. "And to think, there was ever a time when I cared for... Pokémon, was it? How trivial!" Despite his previous self’s struggle, Alastor could no longer recall he was once a cheerful, young girl. Instead, he relished the thought of his power and position in Hell. Walking confidently through the dark, chaotic landscape, Alastor was greeted by demons and denizens who bowed their heads in respect. "Why, hello there, charming demon belles and gents. Your overlord is here," Alastor announced with a wicked grin. "Let's make this Hell a bit more... lively." In the depths of Hell, a new king ruled, and the past of a young Pokémon trainer named May was lost forever in the shadows of Alastor’s reign.
The sun was setting over the Hoenn region, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. In Slateport City, May was having a delightful time. She had just enjoyed a delicious array of desserts and was planning her next Pokémon contest. Her younger brother Max and their friend Ash Ketchum were nearby, engaged in their own activities. But May had ventured a bit farther, wandering toward the docks in search of new tastes and sights. May held her Poké Ball close, feeling the comforting weight of Torchic inside. “This place is amazing! I can't wait to tell everyone about it,” she said to herself with a joyful smile. Suddenly, a thick fog rolled in, casting an eerie silence over the bustling port. The temperature dropped noticeably, and May shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself. The once vibrant world of Pokemon trainers began to fade, colors blending and warping into surreal hues. "What’s happening?" May looked around, confused and a bit scared. She couldn’t see Ash, Max, or anyone else nearby. Her usually optimistic personality was starting to waver. The fog grew denser, and a strange pressure built up around her. Her head began to throb, and she stumbled, dropping Torchic’s Poké Ball. “Ow, my head!” she winced, clutching her temples. The fog swirled more violently, and May's body began to change. Her usually soft, youthful features started to harden and elongate. Her chocolate-brown hair shifted, becoming a striking red with black tips. She felt an uncomfortable tingling sensation on her scalp and realized with horror that she was growing antlers. “No, this can’t be real!” May cried, her voice growing deeper, shifting into a smooth, male cadence. Her clothes morphed, the vibrant colors of her outfit twisting and darkening into the dapper, sinister suit of Alastor. Her height increased dramatically, and May felt an involuntary, sinister smile stretch across her face, revealing rows of sharp, yellow teeth. "What's... happening to me?!" she tried to think, panic surging through her. But thoughts of Pokemon contests, travels with Ash, and companionship with her brother Max began to blur and fade. Her kind-hearted, optimistic nature was clouded by a new consciousness—one filled with darkness, power, and a chilling calm. May's mind was merging, morphing, contorting into something new—something ancient and menacing. Memories of being a young, spirited girl with a desire to explore the world were replaced with recollections of dominance, control, and the sinister delight of being Alastor, The Radio Demon. The brightly colored world of the Hoenn region twisted further, morphing into the grim and decadent streets of Hell. The world of Hazbin Hotel enveloped May entirely, dissolving the reality she once knew. Finally, the transformation completed. Alastor stood where May once was, a towering figure of menace and grace. He adjusted his monocle with a gloved hand, his red eyes gleaming with a hint of madness. The events of May’s past life were nothing but a distant echo, buried too deep to surface. “Well, well, well,” Alastor said to himself, his voice smooth and tinged with anachronistic charm. "What a delightful turn of events! It appears I’ve traded the simplicity of life for Hell’s grand decadence!" He took a step forward, his cane tapping the ground with a resounding echo. The vintage microphone clattered to life, broadcasting his voice with a crackling intensity. “Ladies and gentlemen, The Radio Demon is back on the air!” In the newly formed Hell, Alastor felt entirely at home. Any flicker of memory from a past life was squashed by his devilish persona. The transformation was absolute; May was no more. In her place stood Alastor, relishing his existence as a powerful, malevolent overlord. “Now, it's time to spread a little chaos and hear the sweet symphony of screams!” Alastor remarked, his sinister grin never wavering. Hell’s world was his stage now, and he was eager to perform.
On a bright, sunny day in Hoenn, May, dressed in her signature red and white outfit, embarked on another adventure, excitedly hopping through vibrant fields and rustic towns with her trusty Pokémon by her side. She eagerly looked forward to tasting new desserts and meeting more Pokémon friends. Little did she know, her entire existence was about to change forever. As she trotted down a narrow path lined with blooming flowers, a strange mist began to billow from the ground, swirling around her like a ghostly vortex. Confused and slightly unnerved, May peered into the mist. "What in the world is going on?" she questioned aloud, clutching her yellow fanny pack closer to her waist. The air grew thick with an eerie chill, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to dissolve. A sinister, resonant laughter echoed from all directions. "Welcome, little girl. Welcome to my domain," the voice crooned. "Prepare for a transformation like no other." May's heart pounded in her chest; fear gripped her, but she tried to maintain her composure. "Who are you? Show yourself!" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly. But before she could react further, the mist enveloped her entirely. She felt an intense pressure, as if every cell in her body was being rewritten. Her cries were swallowed by the darkness, her form stretching and shifting uncontrollably. May's chocolate-brown hair began to lighten and shorten, morphing into a pinkish-red hue with black tips. Her body elongated, growing lanky and tall until she reached seven feet. "No! This can't be happening!" she screamed inwardly, her voice growing deeper and more melodic against her will. Her bright red shirt, fanny pack, skirt, shorts, and shoes disintegrated, replaced by a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels, a bright red dress-shirt beneath, and long black dress pants. Dark gloves covered her hands, and black pointed-toe boots adorned her feet. She found herself adjusting the monocle over her right eye and clutching a thin cane with a retro microphone at its tip. The surrounding landscape faded and reformed into the hellish nebulas and towering spires of Hazbin Hotel's world. The cheerful, colorful towns were replaced by chaotic streets filled with sinners. In that instant, May's personality, memories, and very identity began erasing. "I... don't want to forget!" she thought desperately, but it was no use. The memories of her family, her friends, her journey – all dissipated like smoke. Her sweet, kind-hearted nature was replaced by something far darker. As the transformation completed, standing where May once was, was Alastor, the feared and charismatic Radio Demon. His permanent grin cracked wider as his memories of Hell, his demonic powers, and his sinister goals became crystal clear. "Ah, it feels good to be back," he mused, his voice rich and smooth like a radio broadcaster's. Alastor cast his eyes around the twisted landscape of Hell. "Charming, as usual," he chuckled. The visage of a young Pokémon trainer named May was lost to the darkness of another world, replaced by the malevolent glint in Alastor's eyes. "Now, let's see how much fun I can have today." As he strutted down Hell's streets, thoughts of May's Pokémon adventures, tribulations, and dreams were now nothing but forgotten dust. He was Alastor, Demon of all Broadcast. And May? She had never existed.
For a strange, unimaginable reason, May found herself standing within a swiftly whorling vortex of vibrant colors, her blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. "Wh-Where am I?" She uttered, her voice trembling, a little more than just frightened. As she moved her hands to calm her untamed hair, the first of the changes struck her, an intense pain quickly webbing through her entire body. Her neat, brown locks began to lighten, losing their chocolate hue as they sifted through shades of auburn until they settled at beige. As if she had dipped her hair into a bucket of dye, the tips turned a dark inky shade. Her hair, once flowing and tangle-free, now chopped into a short bob cut, highlighted with two black-tipped tufts that looked eerily like the ears of a deer. "W-What's happening?" She cried out in surprise, trying to touch what once was her hair, but her arms – they felt...different. Her gaze traveled instantly to her hands; her once gloved-hands were now turning dark grey, ending with ominously red fingers. She barely had time to process this when her eyes were drawn to her lengthening limbs. She was growing taller, her height shooting up until she stood nearly 7 feet high. Looking down, she could see her legs undergoing the same transformation as her arms, with her feet morphing into eerie red hooves. More changes began to assail her. Her shirt, skirt, and cycle shorts faded away, replaced by a stylish red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels and a ragged hem, along with a bright red dress-shirt paired with black dress pants and shining pointed-toe boots. Alarmed, she touched the black knotted bowtie that had appeared around her neck, her fingers brushing the conspicuous black cross emblazoned on her chest. A monocle, outlined in red appeared over her right eye giving her sight a strange, detached feel. She blinked, the formerly petite, innocent eyelashes had now turned sinister, framing dark-red sclerae and vibrant red irises. When she dared to look at her reflection again, she saw a smile fixed on her face, one full of sharp, yellow teeth. The smile felt frozen, plastered. Her mind felt foggy, murky, like someone was pouring thick treacle into her thoughts, slowing them down, until all she could think about was... was... "Ala...stor," She tasted the word on her tongue, her mind latching onto the name with a fervor that scared her. Memories flooded into her; or maybe they were his memories. They weren't soft and beautifully humanlike hers; they were harsh, brutal, and more importantly, powerful. The memories were like a movie reel, each image transforming her mind slowly. Gone were the adorably chubby Munchlax and the joy of the contests; replaced by the chaotic demonic life of hell, void of blissful ignorance. She clung to her human memories, desperately trying to remember her traveling with Ash and Brock, her excited shouts when winning a contest; but they slipped from her mind like sand slipping through fingers. "No...I must.. remember" she tried to speak, her voice turning deep, strangely sonorous; every word was greeted with a sound effect, echoing with the tone of an old-time radio announcer. The surroundings finally steadied, ceasing their continuous whirling. The world that unfolded before Alastor was unrecognizable to May, but strangely familiar to him. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, his new reality. His grin widened as he whirled around crazily, taking in the new, or perhaps, familiar sights. There was not a trace of the once sweet, kind-hearted May. Alastor chuckled, his mind solely filled with power, pride, and a delectable sense of treacherous joy. "Isn't this just a marvelous plot twist? I've gone from a delightful little daisy, into a towering oak. Fear not, my dear audience, Alastor is here," a sadistic glint twinkled in his eye, his voice sending shivers through the air, "And the show must go on." And just like that, the world of Pokemon faded into nothing more than a long-forgotten memory, the existence of May no more. All that remained was Alastor- a cunning force of the dynamic underworld.
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