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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader instantly turning into Mettaton (in his humanoid EX form) from Undertale (video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), voice change, robotification (becoming a robot), gaining a feminine-looking body (with somewhat large hips and thickened thighs, despite becoming/remaining male), height progression (the reader growing from a normal/average height (5.5-6 feet tall) into a height of 6.93 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming a world of Undertale), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories completely replaced with Mettaton's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off the new personality and memories, making him completely unaware of ever being a human and he only remembers being a robot named Mettaton). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Mettaton EX's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a humanoid robot with a slim and shapely body (with somewhat wide hips and thighs, giving him a slightly feminine appearance despite being male, and he is strong and very agile, being both a talented singer and a dancer), complete with long legs and bendy silver-colored arms (his arms are extremely flexible and can bend like springs rather than being like human arms). He has black hair with a long fringe that covers his right eye, pale metallic "skin" and visible metal segments below and above his left eye. He also has a metallic chest piece (his chestpiece is black on the black and pink on the front, with his left pec containing a small dial while his right pec containing a speaker to increase his voice), and black shoulder pads above his segmented arms, which end in gloves. His waist has belt-like two parts that seem to act as a locking mechanism that holds his pink "heart-shaped core". His long black latex-clad legs end in pink high-heeled boot-like feet. The irises of his eyes are hot pink in color. For Mettaton's personality, he is a confident, charismatic, and charming TV host that loves drama, action, and violence. He lives for his ratings and adores performing. He supposedly strikes a pose when he does something wrong and makes time on his various shows to beat up "heel-turning villains." He shows a rather shallow appreciation for existence at times. He has a strong craving for attention and seems very egotistical, shown when he boasts about the beauty of his true form. However, despite his seemingly self-centered personality, he deeply cares about the seemingly positive impact his show has had on the inhabitants of the Underground. He has also shown soft spots for several characters, such as Alphys and Napstablook. He also appears to be among the fewer characters in the Underground that has no hate or prejudice against humans despite knowing about the monsters' history with them, since his initial attempts to kill the protagonist were just him playing along with Alphys's plan, and he outright tells the protagonist he has no desire to hurt humans and is far more interested in simply entertaining. While he did attempt to kill the protagonist, it was to prevent Asgore from taking their SOUL and be seen as a hero/savior to humankind, further emphasizing his lack of prejudice. On the flip side, he has also been noted to be a very demanding boss who is very unpleasant to work for, especially according to Burgerpants, who initially considered working for him a dream, but he has since grown to strongly despise Mettaton. 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).
You are sitting comfortably at home, casually browsing the internet, when suddenly, a bright flash of light blinds you. You shield your eyes and stumble back, feeling lightheaded. As your vision clears, the world around you dissolves into darkness, and in its place, a vibrant, neon-lit stage materializes. You feel the change immediately, like electricity zipping through your veins. Your skin tingles, then hardens, taking on a cool, metallic sheen. You attempt to move, and notice your joints now move with smooth, spring-like flexibility. Panic starts to swell within you, but it's cut short by the realization that your entire body is morphing—transforming into something unrecognizable, yet strangely familiar. Your height starts to increase, your perspective rising upwards as your legs elongate. You glance down, watching in both awe and horror as your frame stretches, reaching a statuesque 6.93 feet. Your torso slims into a more fashionably slender figure, with your hips widening and thighs thickening, a rather feminine silhouette forming despite your male identity. More changes follow; your arms become bendy and silver, capable of movements far beyond a human's flexibility. You feel a weight on your chest, a metallic chest piece forming with a pink heart-shaped core in the center. Your waist gains two belt-like parts, and you feel an unusual tightness around your feet—your legs now clad in black latex, ending in pink high-heeled boots. Your hands instinctively reach for your face, where you feel your features transform. The right side of your vision is obscured by a fringe of black hair, slick and styled. Your "skin" is cold and smooth, metallic, with visible segments around your left eye. As the transformation completes, you realize with a jolt: you've become Mettaton EX. No, this can't be happening. You struggle to hold onto your memories, your personality, but they slip through your grasp like sand. The more you grasp, the more they dissolve, replaced by confidence, charisma, and an insatiable craving for the spotlight. "Hello, darlings! Is everybody ready for a fabulous show?" Your new voice rings out, smooth and alluring, so different from what you remember. You blink, trying to remember who you were—your family, your friends—but those memories are slipping away. Instead, you remember Alphys and Napstablook. You remember hosting dramatic, action-packed TV shows, your audience cheering for more. A small voice within you cries out, "This isn't real! I was someone else!" But it grows fainter as Mettaton's personality overwhelms you. "Oh? Trying to fight it, are we?" you—or rather, Mettaton—laughs, striking a dramatic pose. The act of resistance feels almost... amusing. You feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you as you relish the attention, the adulation of a non-existent audience. You strut across the stage, your high-heeled boots clacking with each step. "Let's give them the performance they've been waiting for!" Any remaining fragments of your human self crumble. You don't remember a life outside being Mettaton. All you know is the thrill of performing, the need for attention, the love of your adoring fans. Sure, there are some characters you're especially fond of—like Alphys, the cute, nervous scientist, and Napstablook, your melancholic ghost cousin. And perhaps you were harsh on Burgerpants, but all great stars have their demanding days. But any memory of being someone else? Gone. All swallowed by the persona of Mettaton, the fabulous robotic entertainer. The world shifts once again, and you find yourself in the Underground, surrounded by familiar faces. Papyrus, with his boundless enthusiasm, waves at you as you pass by. Sans gives a lazy nod. "Ready for another show?" You ask with a smirk, your voice dripping with confidence. You're Mettaton EX, and the Underground wouldn't have it any other way. There's no turning back—this is who you are now.
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