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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader instantly turning into Moxxie (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7-6 foot height to only 3.9 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Moxxie's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a normal person and only remembered ever being a male imp and a husband to Millie, being named Moxxie). For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is an imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo since he is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout filled with white sharp teeth and without a nose, as well as having four fingered hands (instead of five as in humans), and he lacks any visible ears. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hoofed feet, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Moxxie is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. For Moxxie's personality, he is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees (his boss is Blitzo) regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances. Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a bad dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. For Moxxie's preferences (likes and dislikes); he likes cooking, culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, opera, his mother's kindness, being put in charge of missions, and Blitzo's approval as his boss. However, Moxxie dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's (Crimson) abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. 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 the last word of a mystic incantation echoes around you, a strange feeling sweeps over. There's an intense sensation inside your body, like reality itself is shifting and changing. Unease immediately erupts as you realize that your position in the universe feels like it's moving; the ground beneath your feet seems different, the air around you.. off - as if reality itself is warping around you. Suddenly, you gasp as your body starts shrinking. You, who have always been an average-sized person – around 5.7-6 feet tall, can't control this transformation. You shrink at a rapid pace, about to hit a height you could have never imagined – 3.9 feet. Every inch of your body morphs, contracting yet reforming. Your skin tingles, as if burning with an inner flame, changing into a bumpy red hue. White freckles begin appearing on your cheeks. Scrunching your face, you instinctively arrow your fingers to touch it only to feel a reptilian snout instead of a human nose. Your eyesight's changing, flicking - yellow and black_refocusing until it's sharp and precise. Peering down at your digits, you see your hands - forked with only four fingers. Even your feet transform, contorting uncomfortably until you're left with digitigrade legs ending in cloven red hoofed feet. Then, twitching behind you, an appendage you've never felt before, a tail! Abruptly, you are clothed, not in the outfit you were wearing seconds ago but a navy-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, and black toe-less pants over a white turtleneck and large red bowtie. Fingerless gloves seize your shortened hands. All the while, this isn't merely a physical transition. Your mind shifts, your memories blur, disappearing even as you clutch onto them. But they slip away, replaced by other memories, flooding your mind like a relentless torrent. You see a woman, Millie, your wife. You see a man, Blitzo, your boss. You work as a weapon specialist, you are Moxxie. As all these changes surge through you, you resist, try to remember your old self. Your chest heaves, can't breathe, can't fight. Despite your best efforts, the transformation is irresistible; it's like drowning, sinking into a new existence. Your likes and dislikes shuffle and sort themselves. You have new favorites now: musical theater, opera, cooking. You have new dislikes: pop music, unnecessary killing, jests aimed at you. The world around you solidifies, and suddenly, you're standing in the middle of Helluva Boss. In your ears, you hear your own voice, now unfamiliar but familiar at the same time, breathlessly muttering, "Wh-What happened…?" And even as you try to remember who you were, chant the words - "I am Moxxie. I am... Moxxie." - the human you once were fades into oblivion, replaced entirely by Moxxie, the easily annoyed, responsibly vocal, and somewhat clumsy imp.
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