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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, pointy elf-like ears, long 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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an fairy's 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 fairy's 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 fairy (complete with a new name fitting for an fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind, a female fairy from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into a fairy himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, quietly singing an fairy's lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy), 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 and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness and wonder (like all fairies) 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 fairy's words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the fairy woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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 walk into a museum showcasing ancient artifacts and worn-out books, you meander your way between the exhibits till you notice an ancient book titled "Fantasy Creatures of the Medieval Era''. Intrigued, you open the manuscript, and immediately, a blinding light engulfs you. Your muscles instantly tingle, a sensation flowing through your body as if something were reshaping your physique. You notice your body leaning out, becoming slender yet still maintaining an athletic form. Your clothes too are transforming, morphing into a fairy tunic, simple and elegant in its design. Glancing at your reflection in the book's golden clasp, you notice an ethereal face looking back. Your facial hair vanishes, replaced by a youthful and clean complexion. Suddenly, you feel a sting on your back, akin to a sudden, deep itch. You can't really see what's behind you directly, but soon, new senses inform you of long, fluttering wings sprouting from your back. They're thin and elegant, glowing with a sparkle that mirrors the night sky. You realize you're changing, shrinking to the size of an insect, the hint of newfound immortality coursing through your veins as your age seems to reverse. Your reality begins to shift with you. The museum is no longer there, replaced by a world filled with mythical creatures and fairy folk. The hustle and bustle of humans vanish, replaced with the whispers of enchantment. Dragons fly in the sky, and even the once intimidating dinosaurs are now friendly giants in this tiny form. The transition is thrilling. But along with these beautiful, awe-inducing changes, a dread fills you. You feel as if you're losing a part of you: your language, your memories, your former human identity, they're all slipping away. You try to hold onto them, your mind desperately scraping for fragments of your past life. ''No! I am a human, I am..." you cry desperately in English, then your sentence breaks off, the end of your pleas coming out in an unfamiliar tongue. "Na lothranor ayenore." A figure approaches you, her soft steps barely making a sound. Her eyes are filled with concern, but also recognition, as if she has always known you. You sense warmth from her, a familiar, comforting energy that makes your heart flutter. Her soft voice fills your ears, "Lalaith, na le calad, tara gwaew." You look at her, blinking, and then you understand. You understand the words, the emotions behind them, the meaning, everything. She's speaking the language of the fairies, your language. "It's alright, you're light, not shadow," she translates for you, but you have already grasped the meaning. You stagger at the name Lalaith, it's your name, the name you had forgotten but somehow, it's the right one. The completion of your transformation leaves you breathless, the finality of your own human memories fading stings, but the woman – your wife, is there, gently singing a fairy lullaby, her voice soothing your troubled mind. Just like a dream, If you believe, By the light's silver stream, Your heart will perceive. You are fair, you are free, In our hearts, you are key, Spread your wings, make your flight, Into the eternal night. The words echo around you, each syllable wrapping around your transformed heart, calming your turbulent emotions. As the final note fades away, you too, fade into your new life, into the realm of the fairies.
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