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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), 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, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, 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. 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 weren't sure why you felt drawn to the musty museum, but something pulled you. Amongst historical artifacts lay a unique aged book with inscriptions of a language unknown to you. Intrigued, you gently opened the book, its years responding to your touch. A blinding light engulfed you, scattering your senses. There was a sensation, an elongation in your build. Your limbs slenderized, muscles morphed into a lean and athletic build. Your clothes, just average casual attire, twisted and changed into a fine tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked into long boots. Palms sliding down to your knees felt the cool touch of leather, your hands now ensconced in supple leather gloves. Reaching to your head, you sensed the sharpening of your ears into pronounced points. In an instinctive fumbling, you touched your face. The rough stubble which once was there vanished, replaced by the smooth satin of your ageless, eternally youthful face. Meanwhile, your scalp felt a cascade of silky hair that flowed past your shoulders - a river of gold. Irises that once were a mundane hue now shone an intense sapphire. With a sense of shock, you stared at your ethereal reflection. Your heart pounded as everything began to shift and warp around you. Buildings, skyscrapers, cars disappeared like sand in the wind, replaced with lush forests, medieval-style buildings, and creatures out of legends. You recognized them – dragons, goblins, elves – from the book. The biggest shock came as you opened your mouth. English words stuck in your throat, slipping away from your mind. Instead, melodic syllables spilled forth, a language of the elves; so exotic, so beautifully foreign. Panic surged, snatching at fragments of recollections, words – your old world. "No!" you cried, or whatever the elven equivalent was, as you desperately clung to the tendrils of your human memories. A horrifying realization prickled as your mind relentlessly compacted centuries of a new life, an elven life, into your psyche. Tears welled in your eyes as you clenched your fists, fighting the overpowering mental transformation. Suddenly, a calming presence descended. You looked up to see a female elf, radiating understanding and compassion. She told you, “Milanarel, ka mohamara er.”(Milanarel, do not fear.) There was something about her voice, her touch, that comforted you. Why did this elf woman know your name, and why did it feel so right? Her hands held yours firmly, the touch giving comfort, strength. She leaned in to kiss your cheek, she started singing an elven lullaby, its elegant lilt soothing your panic-stricken mind. Strangely, the woman's presence seemed familiar, soothing amidst the storm in your mind. A memory flashed - your wedding with this woman centuries ago, her beautiful face beaming at you. The warmth in your heart as you realized she was your wife was a feeling you didn't want to resist. In the tender embrace of her love, something in you settled. A sense of peace washed over you as the last vestiges of your human memories effortlessly faded away. Your world was now with your wife, in this elven paradise, and you understood, this was where you truly belonged. The old world seemed to be a frightening dream, one you couldn’t wait to forget. Finally, the terror subsided, replaced by a serenity you’d never known as a human. In newfound confidence, you squeezed your wife's hand, whispering, "Ke belivone." (I'm home.)
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