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Question: Write an POV transformation story of an 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 (which moves with confidence, grace, and spiritually), 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 just like all fairies (who are all also insect-sized), making the entire world around gigantic compared to him now), supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal (living forever), forever youthful, having an ability to literally fly effortlessly, thanks to his newfound fairy wings, and having magical fairy powers, such as fairy/pixie dust), 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 making uncontrollable child-like giggles 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, show fear, and call for help instead, but all of this is completely futile (unable to cry or show fear) and he continues to giggle, smile, and becoming happier, even when calling for help, and he is enjoying it, all of it against his will). While the now-fairy reader is undergoing his personality change and to aid in the reader's transforming mind and his increasingly-childlike personality, a female fairy (who also has child-like personality like all fairies, and the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into a fairy himself) from a nearby fairy village (which is located inside a giant weeping willow tree in the middle of an ancient forest) 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 is his only true life, having enjoyed being with his fairy wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa), he has married centuries ago. Like all fairies, he has child-like happiness, child-like joy, child-like mischief, child-like playfulness, child-like innocence, child-like curiosity, and child-like wonder. After all that transformation, the now-fairy reader and his female fairy wife both laugh/giggle in affection and then kiss each other affectionately, since they both genuinely love each other, before the reader and his wife start flying with both their wings back to their home in the fairy village. 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).
At this very moment, you are standing in the dim, silent recesses of a grand museum, the echoes of antiquity whispering from every corner. With a sense of timeless wonder, your fingers hover over an aged tome, its cover revealed a mystical world of mythical creatures from medieval fantasies. Fascinating, ancient, and irresistible. Without much thought, you open that enchanting volume. Instantaneously, you're blinded by an intense light, engulfing your world in a brilliant luminescent dance. As the light fades, you find yourself in a sprawling, majestic forest, the scale of trees and foliage seem incomprehensibly large. Through instinct, you press your hand to your chest, there, beneath the coarser fabric of a tunic, is a toned but leaner frame. You touch your face and feel a smooth, flawless skin, devoid of any facial hair. There's a lightness, a buoyancy that contrasts with the skin and bone you once knew yourself to be. Somewhere at the back, where you know your shoulder blades should be, two new appendages begin to flutter, beating with vigour of delicate insect wings. Your heart starts to manifest a rhythm with these wings, thumping with anticipation, with freedom. You levitate, tentatively at first, but before long, you're weaving between the colossal blades of grass with ethereal grace. At this moment, your senses are flooded with a torrent of unknown words and phrases in a language you instinctively comprehend. Mixed emotions of terror and wonder rise within you, like a storm. You try to scream, to recall your humanity, to recall English, but to no avail. The words that spill from your lips are not of the human language, but of the same alien tongue that now floods your thoughts. Your heart throbs with raw terror - a terror of the unknown, of losing your human self. You try to resist, to deny, but it's as futile as a dewdrop challenging the sun. A soft, warm hand pulls you from this whirlwind of panic. It's her, a creature as ethereal and captivating as you. She's looking into your eyes, smiling softly, while her hushed whispers weave a soothing lullaby. "Gan tiín aaran, tia gan ca'el" (Remember who you are, this was but a dream). Even as your resistant mind struggles to deny it, her words ignite a powerful instinct within you. You begin to remember - her laughter, her tears, her love. Not as something new or alien, but as a nearly forgotten song your heart once knew. With a pang of realization, you recognize this fairy as your wife, a companion you've loved and been with for many uncountable moons. A rush of relief washes over you, a joyous laughter bubbles up from within you, dwarfing the residual echoes of your human life. This was not a loss or a change, but a reconnection to a past, a self, a life that's so much more enchanting, loving, and brimming with purpose than your previous human existence. As both of you, with intertwined fingers, rise to the sky, you can't help but exchange a look of eternal love and crease your face into a genuinely happy smile. You two share a joyous laughter that harmonizes with the evening songs of the forest creatures. The radiant moonlight illuminates your ethereal forms as you both return to the home you now recall, a home nestled within the heart of the gargantuan willow tree, the home of a joyous fairy husband and his equally enchanting fairy wife. "Gan iris neair, en ean tin lea" (Where you belong, with me in love), her voice echoes in your shared language and your heart answers with the same joyous laughter. You get it now, your humanity was but a dream, and this, unwrapped within layers of enchanting magic, is your genuine fairy self, the one role you were meant to play in the sprawling tapestry of the universe.
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