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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 you sit comfortably, a peculiar sensation engulfs you. It's as if a colossal rewoven curtain is unfolding before you, painting your reality with hues of eccentricity you've known only from the Helluva Boss series - something about it strikes you as odd, yet remarkably familiar. Suddenly your eyes are drawn to your hands; your fingers are merging, unwillingly, reducing to a count of four. As you squirm in discomfort, a new sensation takes over; a change in your viewing perspective. It's as if someone pressed the 'shrink' button on the remote of reality - you feel your height trickle down from an average 5.7-6 foot to a meagre 3.9 feet. Tugging at your clothes, you notice they feel alien; rougher and tighter. Looking down, you realize they have transformed into a peculiar attire - a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants with a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. A sense of deja-vu cloaks your disbelief. Next, you feel an unsettling sensation at the back of your head; your hair is protruding out and reshaping into pointy lines and your cheeks, once soft, feel sprinkled with freckles. Running your hands over your face, you're met with a short reptilian-like snout, which takes you aback. It is as if your face was carved by an evil jester; for you feel your nose bubble down to non-existence while your pupils change, morphing into slits, much like a serpent's gaze. As you pick up a near-lying mirror to inspect your new form, a sight straight out of your known fiction greets you - you've transformed into Moxxie from Helluva Boss. Shocked, you drop the mirror, its shattering reflecting the state of your mind - scattered and refracted. Memories flood your brain, overwhelming your senses. You can feel your own fading, replaced with Moxxie's. The voices of people you've never met whisper in your ear; you recognize your boss, Blitzo, giving you orders. Then your wife, Millie, offering reassuring words. Your heart pounds as you remember an old argument with Striker, Lin, and Joe, about how physical strength doesn't determine the strength of a person. You remember being bullied for your realistic judgments at work, facing Blitzo's intrusions in your personal life, and the way Loona's words hurt when she called you fat. You recall your love for cooking, your passion for classical music and theater. You are cheered up a bit when you remember how you felt during that successful mission when Blitzo announced your charge. You try to hold onto your initial identity, but it's slipping through your fingers like sand. Your old memories are shadows encountered in the depths of forgotten dreams; faint, distorted, and evaporating. Essentially, you are no longer coasting through life as a human, but now living as an imp named Moxxie. "Oh well," you say, feigning a smile as you stare at your new form, "Here's to a helluva new life!"
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