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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), 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), 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 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). 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, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), 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), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) 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).
Before you even realize what's happening, you've stepped into the museum -- large, dusty and filled with antiquities from bygone eras. You're drawn to an old book, its leather spine cracking with age. The title catches your breath, "The Creatures of the Mystic Realm". Feeling giddy and slightly foolish, you open the book -- and then everything changes. A blinding light pours from the pages, swathing you in its luminous grasp. Suddenly every cell in your body tingles. Looking down, your clothes start to change, morphing into a tunic, a cape, and medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath long boots. You flex your fingers, now covered in leather gloves, you find it oddly comforting. Next is your body, thinning yet remaining robust, your muscles lean and athletic. You raise a hand to your face, feeling it transform into something handsome and ethereal. Your rough facial hair vanishes and you are left smooth with pale skin. You move to touch your ears, finding them long and pointed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you rush to a nearby mirror, and gasp at your reflection. Those can't be your eyes, they're too beautiful, too blue. And your hair, it's long and blonde. You are no longer human, you're something else. Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your mind. It's as if someone or something is prying inside your skull, digging through your memories. You try to fight it, for you realize, it's not just your memories disappearing, it's your very humanity being erased. Genuine terror grips you as your command of English starts slipping away, words becoming foreign in mid-sentence. In its place, a poetic tongue fills your mouth, interestingly, you understand it perfectly. You call out for help in an unfamiliar language as your knowledge of the modern world fades, replaced by a medieval fantasy realm with mythical creatures. "Help me! I... I do not... uh... Gwanno nin!" (Help me! I... I do not... uh... Remember my!)" You say, struggling to preserve your human heritage. An elf woman appears before you, soothing you with kind words, "Mellon, mîrn ho. Mi ell, mi carnil..." (Friend, fear not. Be an elf, be loved...). You recognize her, not from your past life but from your reshaping memories. She wraps her arms around you, her soft whispers merging with the strange lullaby that echoes between your now pointy ears. Her words are a balm to your turbulent mind. She is your wife, your partner in this new reality. And despite your best effort to resist, you find the calming flow of her voice more convincing than your inner turmoil. With tear-filled eyes, you look into those of your wife not with sorrow, but acceptance and love. You push the remnants of your human life away, instead embracing your new reality. "Ye, mîrn ho, Théolin." (Yes, I am loved, Théolin.) You reply, giddy with the joy of your newfound identity. Your human life had been a dream you had woken up from, your namesake re-establishing your acceptance. The horror of losing self is gone. You are Théolin now, an elf, forever youthful and immortal, in a mystical world which feels more at home than your previous reality. The elven woman returns your smile, kissing your forehead gently, "Aiya Théolin, melamin." (Greetings Théolin, my love.) This was your real world, your world as an elf. And you wouldn't trade it with anything else. This was the life you were supposed to lead.
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