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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, 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), 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), 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 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).
As you strolled through the museum, your attention was drawn to a display sectioned off for the brand-new exhibit: "Worlds of Fantasy." Enclosed within a glass case lay an ancient book with beautifully lettered cover bearing images of mythical creatures. Your gaze paused on the luminescent depiction of the graceful elf-like figures, draped in tunics and capes, their ears pointy and enchanting. A strange sensation stirred within you, an inexplicable pull towards the book. The guard, a friendly elderly gentleman, upon noticing your fascination, decided to make an exception and allowed you to peruse the seemingly sacred relic. Flipping open the beautifully embossed cover, a blinding light erupted, engulfing your vision. Panic rose in your chest as your body started changing. The clothes you wore were replaced by a finely woven tunic, a long cape, high boots and supple leather gloves. You stumbled, your body becoming leaner, more athletic. Your hands looked different, more elegant. Inexplicably, your reflection was emerging in the glass case. You looked... ethereal, your face handsome with high cheekbones and pointy ears, your skin tone now a stunning shade of pearl. Your heart pounded in your chest and you felt a creeping dread as you perceived a rusty mirror hanging nearby. In it, your image was reflected. Eyes of resplendent azure sparkled underneath a canopy of long, golden blonde hair. An elven image mirrored back as you ran a hand over your smooth, hairless chin. "You seemed frightened, mellon (friend)," a soft, serene voice broke through the jumble of your thoughts. At the sight of the beautiful elf woman, memories surged: of laughter, shared dreams, and a singularly profound elen (love). Battling against them, a panic seized you. You couldn't remember your name, your old life. You knew English, didn't you? Why couldn't you speak it? "N-no!" you cried out, even though the words came out in an unfamiliar tongue. "I don't want..." "Amin mela lle (I love you)," she shushed you gently, rubbing your back in soothing circles. This familiar melody, it was... soothing. "H-help," you murmured, the tears slipping down your face. With a feeling of utter helplessness, you surrendered; your human memories seemed like a distant dream soon forgotten. She tenderly kissed your forehead. "You're safe, carima (beloved). Remember your true life, our life." Your eyes widened in enjoyment. It was true. It felt... true. Our life. Immortal, everlasting. A sense of calm washed over you. It was nice to leave the lie and accept the reality— the reality of being an elf. You embraced her, the woman you had loved for centuries. Inside, you felt complete, tranquil. "Utúlie'n aurë! (The day has come!)" you declared, a thrill of joy coursing through you. Were you a mere human once? The thought seemed laughable. You were an elf, aesthetically beautiful and ethereally ethereal, longing for eternity with the one you loved. Your old life dimmed and faded; the adopted memories brighter, more vibrant, and much more real.
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