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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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), 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 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). 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, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), 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 only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) 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).
Strolling through the museum, you stumble across an archaic book entitled 'Creatures of Medieval Fantasy'. Driven by curiosity, you grasp it in your hands, cracking open the ancient pages. Suddenly a blinding light spills forth, shrouding you in its otherworldly glow. The overpowering light begins to recede, taunting images of elongated ears, slim, yet muscular bodies, and ethereal beauty invade your sight. Subtly, your own form mimics these traits, your body morphing, reshaping. The rugged trousers and modern shirt you once wore shift into a medieval-styled tunic, a cape drapes elegantly across your back, and your pants swap for a more antiquated look, disappearing underneath long boots. As the transformation proceeds, it dawns on you that you're turning into an Elf; a fantasy creature from the book. Panic floods you, then ebbs away as you anxiously explore your altered visage, reaching up to feel the newly formed pointed ears and unfamiliar radiance emanating from your skin. Your beard begins to fade, your skin smoothening into pure essence. The explosion of blue within the brown of your irises has you taken aback, firmly affixing your fate. As you run a hand through your hair, it evolves into long flowing golden threads reminiscent of a mythical elf. Your heart beats in trepidation as you feel the next part of the transformation; mental change. A thousand unfamiliar memories flood in. You want to retain your humanity, your language, your life, but the onslaught of the Elven history presiding over your human memories is too strong. A sob rakes through your body as you begin losing your English in mid-sentence. Fear takes over... "Dartho aurë...Amin síla naa lle," a voice interrupts the frantic cries. A beautiful Elf woman stands before you. She awaits your response, but you gape at her, unable to comprehend the alien words. Suddenly, as though a switch was hit, you understand, her words ringing clear in your mind. You gasp and stagger backward in realization, your hand instinctively reaching out to her. "Be calm… I am here with you." With each elven word she sings, each reassuring touch, your struggle weakens. Unfamiliar emotions and experiences unfurl, replacing your human memories. Names and faces once valued are replaced by this woman and an elven village. She serenades you gently, her voice echoing the tranquility in your heart. The song tells a tale of eternal existence and a love that transcends realms. Her affectionate kisses and empathetic gaze evoke comfort, making your terror in losing your identity subside. Something clicks within you and you look at her with understanding. She smiles, tears of relief escaping her brilliant eyes, and states, "Na- I lle er, my love. Remember who you are." The realization hits; she is your wife. Giving in to the last vestiges of the transformation, you bury your face into her shoulder, your sobs slowly transitioning into laughter. Relief fills you as you finally remember loving her, a memory from centuries ago. Your human life feels like a forgotten dream now, for the reality of your elven life has dawned. Amidst all the strangeness, you still manage to murmur a simple elven phrase of gratitude, "Hannon le, my love." As she holds you, you understand the finality of it all. There is no reverting, no going back. You are an Elf now and you couldn't be happier. Assuredly, you settle into your new existence. Welcome to your new reality: an elf forever in a world of forgotten fantasy. (Note: "Dartho aurë...Amin síla naa lle" translates to "Stop crying...I shine for you" and "Na- I lle er, my love. Remember who you are" translates to "You are him, my love. Remember who you are". "Hannon le, my love" translates to "Thank you, my love".)
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