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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, 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 that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (all in elven language rather than in English), 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), she is telling this new truth to the transforming (which the reader truly/completely believes), 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).
As you, the reader, stroll through an old, weathered museum, you notice an equally aged book of tales about medieval fantasy creatures. Curiosity piqued, you can't resist the urge to open it, momentarily brushing your fingers over the musty pages. As you unravel its binding, a blinding rush of light surges from within, swallowing your being entirely. For a moment, everything is chaos and incomprehensible light, and then slowly, a strange stillness falls. When your vision clears, your fingers, which were just clutching a historical tome, now weave through the cool pages of a new kind of reality. A new, sharper perspective takes hold, invoking a sense of ethereal beauty, thanks to piercing blue irises. That's the first change you notice, the strange vibrancy of the world marking the start of your transformation into an elf. A feeling of change washes over you; it tingles, starting from the top of your head, flowing all the way down to your toes. Under your fingertips, you realize the coarse texture of your regular clothes has been replaced by a soft silken tunic. As you run your fingers along your arms, enveloped in magnificent leather gloves, your upper body feels leaner and more athletic. Looking down, your former everyday jeans are now replaced by medieval-styled pants neatly tucked into tall boots. With a start, you touch your ears; they are pointed and delicate, unlike the round human ears you've always known. The fear of losing your human individuality sinks dread in your gut. You want to call out for help, for anyone to lend you an understanding glance. However, when the words leave your lips, it's not your language. "Ti de lunara," you cry, not recognizing your own voice. Its timbre is changed, more melodic, more ... elven. Your desperate plea reverberates in the air, meaning "Help me" in a language you never learned in your human life. As the physical transformation progresses, your mind experiences an unsettling transition too. Images, memories of a life not lived by you, flood your mind. The question, 'Who are you?' rings inside your mind. As you try to recall your human memories, all that comes forth are recollections of being an elf. Struggling, you try to shake off these thoughts, screaming in an attempt to retain your past. Your newly-raised voice echoes in the air, your tongue crafting unknown elven words. "Nelyë naituva númë, tinwelintë hi," you say desperately. "I'm a human, don't forget." Suddenly, a soothing voice penetrates the fog of fear and confusion. You glance in the direction of the voice to find a beautiful elf woman, her aura comforting. She talks to you in the elven language, placing her hand atop yours, which are now trembling. "Melamin, tyelka sí mania. Na nasë núra laurë," she murmurs, eyes filled with tenderness. "My love, your world is now here. The human life was nothing but a dream." Her words seem to lessen your resistance; your racing heart beats a bit slower. You suddenly remember her. A feeling of familiarity washes over you as memories of laughing with her, loving her, to tranquil afternoons practicing archery together, surface suddenly. You recall your past - not as a human, but as an elven warrior, her lifetime partner. "Nilanya..." you breathe out her name, before falling into her arms, finally accepting your new reality. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, you find comfort in her embrace, truly seeing her for the first time with your new elven senses. The human world is all but gone. No stars, no cars; you see only a medieval world filled with mythical creatures, your elf wife at the center of it all. "Welcome home," she whispers in your pointed ear. Warmth washes over you. Here, amidst mythical beings and a new elven identity, you truly feel like you've awakened from an age-old slumber. Your past life as a human fades away, replaced by a future promised with magic, immortal youth and elvish bliss. As a new chapter of your eternal life unfolds, you remember that the past was merely a dream. Your reality is here, a reality of being an elf. You are elated, content. You are home.
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