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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, long and pointy elf-like ears, long insect-like 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 effortlessly, 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 and calling 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, as well as his English language (which is now completely foreign to him), and he only remembers being a medieval-era fairy (complete with a new name fitting for a fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). During this time and due to the reader's changing personality (in which his personality is becoming more child-like, just like all fairies), to his horror and without his previous consent, he starts to genuinely smile and he is truly giggling due to his emerging child-like happiness despite being scared (at the same time) of losing his mortal/human memories and personality (he tries to stop smiling as well as attempting to stop giggling and tries to cry and show fear instead, but all of this is futile and he continues to giggle, smile, and becoming happier and he is enjoying it, all of it against his will). While that is happening and to aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind and his increasingly-childlike personality, a female fairy (who also has child-like personality like all fairies) from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into a fairy himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, quietly singing a fairy's lullaby to the reader, telling him that his human life was only a dream, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy and a husband to the female fairy who's comforting him), 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 (being completely fictional unlike the reality of medieval fantasy) and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, child-like joy, child-like curiosity, and child-like 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. Not only that, but there should be quotes in fairy language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those fairy's 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 find yourself admiring the dusty rows of artifacts and books in the dimly lit museum, a particular volume catches your eye. A book like no other; bound in aged leather and seemingly glowing with a magical light. As you tentatively open the tome, a dazzling flash of light engulfs your vision. Your senses are overwhelmed as a jolt of energy surges through you. Your clothes seemingly transformed into a fine fairy tunic. You touch your face, feeling your jaw smoothen as if sculpted by a master artisan. Your fingers brush against elongated, elf-like ears and your eyes widen as you feel the fluttering of feather-light insect wings sprouting from your back. Your tall human figure suddenly feels slight and lean, yet inexplicably, resilient and athletic. Inexpressible sensations surge through you as your gaze falls upon your hands, seemingly no longer your own. A thin, androgynous physique made perfect with porcelain shade. Your once short, croppy hair now elongated, falling just below your shoulders - a spider's silk contrived of silver threads. Your understanding of the world begins to warp as the ancient text in your hands blurs and seeps away, replaced by a sequence of gorgeous, dazzling glyphs. What you once knew as English eludes you now, replaced by a delightful, lilting language which, despite your bewilderment, you seem to inherently recognize. Your thoughts stumble and falter, your desperate calls for help drowned out in a cascade of endearing, foreign words. Around you, you watch the world morph; hulking city skyscrapers dwindling to cobblestone huts and glittering streams. What was once the mundane world twisted into a medieval fantasy. From the corner of your eye, you swear you see a dragon fly by. Save for a distant memory, you can't remember what they were called. Terror seizes you, your usual calm demeanour shattered at the feeling of your past slipping further with every passing second. The terror is overwhelming, but inexplicably, in the midst of this, you find yourself smiling. You try to force the giggles down, the fear reflected in your eyes clashing with the smile, but you can't. Your heart is pounding with a happiness you can't understand, a child-like joy that seems laced in every molecule of your being. Delaying the inevitable, you hear the ethereal notes of a lullaby, as sweet as summer honey. A soft voice whispered out, "Tenneneth meneth serrae" - "Your past is but a dream". The words, no longer alien, resonate in your mind, your resistance fading away, replaced by acceptance. Turning around, you find yourself enveloped in the arms of a woman transformation as ethereal as your own. A comforting warmth floods your senses, a familiarity blooming in your heart. Your lips part, forming an alien pair of names. She, Tiaerla. You, Verenion. A couple, united in eternity's embrace. As you look into Tiaerla's opalescent eyes, the reality clicks into place. The 'world' you remembered, your human life, had been a dream. A life spinning centuries, a joyful existence in this medieval realm, those memories being your true reality. In this moment, you let go of your fear, your sadness. The sorrow at the loss of your past fades away like morning fog dissolving under the sun's rays. For what could be considered loss, when you have a lifetime of happiness? The transformation was not a curse, but a homecoming. A return to a life with Tiaerla - a wife, your wife. One you love and one who loves you back, ancient vows of forever echoing in your heart. You were Verenion, a fairy, and you finally remembered. You finally knew where you belong. With a genuine smile on your face, fairy dust on your wings, childish joy in your heart, and your beloved by your side, your true journey begins.
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