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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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). During this time and due to the reader's changing personality (in which his personality is becoming more child-like, just like all fairies), he starts to genuinely smile and he is truly giggling due to his emerging happiness despite being scared (at the same time) of losing his mortal/human memories and personality (he tries to stop smiling as well as attempting to stop giggling and show fear instead, but this is futile and he continues to giggle, smile, and becoming happier and he is enjoying it, all of it against his will). While that is happening and to aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind and his increasingly-childlike personality, a female fairy (who also has child-like personality like all fairies) from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader 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 (being completely fictional unlike the reality of medieval fantasy) 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).
The world around you blurs as an ancient codex propped open on the museum's display plinth radiates a blinding burst of light. Your senses reel, a profound disquiet settling deep within your bones. A whirlwind of images flood your mind - fantastical creatures, magical landscapes infected with a sweet, ethereal aura. Your body feels different, the physical shift subtle yet significant. You summon the willpower to glance down despite staggered breaths, and a jolt of realization spikes your heart rate. As you view yourself through new mint colored irises, a pixie trill of laughter escapes your lips. Garbed in a gossamer tunic of forest hues, your formerly muscular torso seems elongated yet sinewy, now compact and petite, mere inches tall, a delicate creature out of spontaneous existence. Your hands, once large and calloused by your earthy lifestyle, look slender, fair, and otherworldly. You can't help but feel the strange yet comforting lightness of newfound gossamer wings twitching in anticipation at your back. An instinctual pulse sends you airborne, hovering above the bizarre landscape, which was once familiar yet now unnervingly massive in scale. The experience of flight rolls over you like an exhilarating wave, making your heart surge with euphoric joy. You reach for your reflection in a conveniently placed dewdrop, inspecting the long, pointed ears poking out from under waves of obsidian locks. Your face, once average, now bore an ethereal beauty, strangely masculinely yet distinctly delicate. Bare of any lower facial hair, but framed by lush eyelashes and sculpted brows, there's a foreign brand of masculinity that utterly bewitches you. Yet the transformation, a metamorphosis beyond your wildest imagination, shatters your reality. Panic eyes your sanity, seeping ink-black into the corners of your mind. The fear of losing who you were, who 'you' once was - a mundane man existing in an unremarkable reality paints horror across your new reality. You struggle desperately as your vocabulary morphs mid-sentence from English to an elven tongue as natural to you now as the wings on your back. "Help me!" you cry, but what comes out is, "Þy helpa mín!" Surging terror bounces off that foreign speech, you plead to remember, trying to form your familiar English words, but you find them replaced with Elven tongue, the realization cements that you are becoming someone, something else. The shift in your mind is fighting with your identity. Tears threaten your field of vision but quickly dissipate in the joy and laughter bubbling within you, uncontrollable. You're thinking, feeling like a child, a mischievous sprite with boundless curiosity and wholesome delight. In the midst of the boundless mirth, your heart stuttered when a comforting presence enveloped you. A beautiful fairy woman with stardust woven into her silver hair floats toward you, her melodic voice whispering the sweetest lullaby. "Ráða, my love, hush now..." she gently soothes, "Live your drǽma no more." And just like that, you remembered her. You remembered the name, Ráða, more than a name - it was your name. A frail realization dawns in your mind, your human life was but an illusion, and this... was real. With another flutter of those delicate wings, you take off to the glowing beginnings of what awaits you. The vibrancy of your new world calls to you, its promising horizons painted with the brilliant hues of magic and myth. You feel the irresistible pull towards adventure in the medieval realm of your fairy kin and the embrace of your beautiful fairy wife. You felt more alive than ever. Your transformation - from an ordinary man to an ethereal fairy warrior - challenges your perception of your own identity. Still, it fills the void you never knew existed. As the carefree laughter bubbles out of your lips, you forget about the old world that never truly existed. Yours was now a melody of the ancient elven language and endless flights across the prismatic dawn skies of your new home. You were no longer 'you,' but Ráða - the fairy warrior, eternally youthful and immortal. Joy and everlasting youth exist here in this realm of medieval fantasy with goblins and dragons - your new home - so spectacular and magical. As you look at the woman beside you on these whimsical adventures, you feel truly blessed. Your wife, the extension of your soul overlooking this unique reality with you - not a mere average human existence. The laughter sparkled in your eyes as you welcomed your genuine feelings, a folklore that was your truth all along.
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