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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to a fairy's language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, but to no avail and all he said are fairy's words), 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, having enjoyed being with his fairy wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) he has married centuries ago. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story 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).
The world suddenly seems far too large. Artifacts towering above, stretching forever in either direction. For a disorientating moment, you wobble from side to side, before you realize — you're moving. Hovering. No less than a foot off the ground, clad in cloths that feel at once strange and familiar. A dull rush of air whooshes past your ears, your heart pounding. Panic throbs behind your temples and you try to speak, to call out for help, but all that comes out is a stream of lyrical, alien words, like a melody from a forgotten dream. It's terrifying, and you can't stop the rush of tears that fills your eyes as you try to shake the new reality away. Everything aside from the vibrant array of indescribable colors seems obscured, and you wring your hands, emitting a string of soft, panicked 'help me's. Only they don't sound like that, those words. Yet somehow, you understand their meaning. “Calm yourself, my love," a voice cut through the whirlwind of change, in a language you no longer remember but understand nonetheless. It is soft and gentle, echoing gently within the confined space of your new world. You are not a man, the voice reminds you, lilting the words into a lullaby that winds around your heart. You remember it from a time before your life — this life — was filled with the dull grays of a mundane existence. A lifetime ago, a second ago. And you realize the speaker, a fair female creature, is your wife. You remember her as if your heart never forgot her presence even when you did. You are a male fairy, she added, love shimmering visibly in her captivating eyes, from a fairy village where time creaks and crawls at its leisurely pace. You are at peace; realizing the truth in her words, the memory surged through your newly-forming spirit. It feels familiar and right; your existence no longer hanging on the precipice of chaos but steady, grounded in this old-new reality. Your wife's gentle touch on your bare arm ripples through you, eliciting courage, wiping away the fear and uncertainty. You are no longer lost in the vast landscape of the museum, but find yourself in the comforting embers of a world you can call home. Your eyes meet your wife's, glowing with an intensity that only comes from centuries of love and companionship, and you know in your heart that your life as a mortal human had indeed been nothing more than a fleeting dream, already fading into the obscurities of time. A burst of joy fills you to the brim — joy at having escaped the mundane, joy at having found magic, joy at being reunited with your love. Despite the radical changes, there's a newly realized sense of belonging, the rhythm of fairy laughter replacing the once-familiar worldly woes. Your fairy life beckons, and eager to begin anew, you take your wife's hand, spreading out your wings, ready to fly.
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