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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).
Just as any ordinary day, you find yourself at your desk, huddled over your laptop. Suddenly, you notice an unusual, warm sensation starting to take over your body. It begins in your chest, http://helluvaboss.fandom.com/wiki/Moxxie spreading like a tingling heat wave through your body, casting an odd reddish hue across your vision. Then comes discomfort, like the feeling of clothes shrinking in the washer, your body compacting, spine curling up. Realizing you're losing inches, you scramble to keep your balance. As if being drawn from an unseen source, your fingers begin to shift and reorient themselves giving you an alarmingly new four fingered grasp. It's then that you become fully aware your body is making eerie popping sounds. You watch, fascinated and horrified as your hands, now a shade of crimson red, morph into something reptilian looking. Your panic escalates when your stomach lurches and a weight pulls from behind, sprawling you off balance yet again. A tail? Definitely a tail. Your sight blurs. There’s no pain, just strange sensations rippling through your body. The lingering taste of lunch in your mouth is obliterated, replaced by something metallic. As you run your tongue over your teeth, you find them sharper, deadlier than they should be. In your state of heightened terror, your eyes glance towards a reflective surface. You stumble back in shock. Staring back is you, but not you: red-skinned, shorter, horns curling out of a head of shock-white hair, yellow eyes with black slits gleaming. The outfit you’re wearing now is no longer your default jeans and shirt; instead, it’s a navy-black coat, a large red bow-tie adding to the sophisticated yet sinister look that's capped off with fingerless gloves. Suddenly, your world spins again. It’s more than a physical transformation now; new memories, personalities, nuances flood in. It's as if someone is overwriting your mind, forcing you to remember things that aren’t yours. Weapons… bosses… dysfunctional work environment. A torrential onslaught of alien knowledge. The name "Blitzo" flutters into your consciousness; you’re working under him. You resist, clutching at your own fleeting memories but wavering nonetheless. Flickers of a woman named Millie shine through - your wife in this strange, new world. Desperately, you dig into your mind, searching for resistance - but the change is too strong. Your tastes have morphed, reflecting your...no, Moxxie’s - predilections for musical theater, classical music, cooking. Alongside these likes, darker aspects luminesce: distaste for pop music, mascots, and the threat of Stolas’s wrath. Conflicted emotions fill you as you grasp at who you were. However, you can’t help but embrace the humor of Moxxie’s personality, his constant clumsiness, and quirkiness. You begin to see the world through his eyes, the feelings of being an imp overtaking the lingering remnants of your once human life, the strange urge to give killers a second chance, and a developing aversion to killing innocent targets. "No," you murmur to yourself but the voice is Moxxie's, not your own. Despite your resistance, you're not yourself anymore. With a sigh, you accept this new existence: "I guess I truly am Moxxie now." Your world shifts, blurring into a surreal hellscape, becoming all too familiar. You remember walking here, working here, living here. You remember Millie's smile, Blitzo’s grating habits, every minute detail of this twisted reality. Your old memories dissolve, replaced by Moxxie's life. Distant and yet intimate. You have become Moxxie, forgetting that you were once a human reader, living in a world vastly different from Helluva Boss. All that remains is your - Moxxie’s life. The transformation, it seems, is complete.
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