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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic (that reaches past the hips), a leather belt strapped around his waist to keep his tunic in place, a long flowing cape that reaches his new footwear, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath a pair of sorcerer's long leather boots (these boots are also built for distant travels), a pair of sorcerer's leather gloves, a long wizard's staff (which literally casts and makes magic) (his entire outfit is like all other elven sorcerers in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elf sorcerers, his tunic and cape is deep blue in color), long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic and graceful body (with an elegant posture and movement), handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however, which are blonde like his head head now), light and almost-pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with almost-instant age change, instant supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, being immortal, and being forever youthful), almost-instant voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), almost-instant language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English nor how to speak English, making English completely unfamiliar/foreign to him and he could no longer remember what English words mean nor could he know how to say English words/sentences), instant reality change (the reader's real world on Earth warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), 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, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical medieval world created by gods (the elf reader himself being religious, like all elves, since he believes in his world's gods, having faith in those gods in his medieval fantasy world), knowing every elven powers and weaponry (even having perfect sorcery skills and knowledge on how to use them), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). 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 (where the reader's mind becomes cloudy/fuzzy/dizzy), the reader is truly terrified/horrified about completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence (since elves do not speak English and speaks purely in an elven language), much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail, since he had completely forgotten about English and all he said and remember are elven 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 and invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain (the elven personality and memories are too powerful), 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 had now completely forgotten), having remembered his sorcery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman (which he had saved from a goblin (by casting a powerful magic against the goblin and thus saved the elven woman's life) and he later married to that elven woman), and himself being a heroic elf (being well-respected by his people and he respects his people). The gods, who transported the reader into a medieval fantasy realm, are transforming the reader in both body and mind, thanks to the gods' blessing, and the gods had intentionally blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (removing all of his human personality and memories) and blessed him by turning him into an immortal elf (due to the reader's newly elven body and mind, and they also intentionally and magically blessed the reader by completely removing/erasing all of the reader's mortal human memories and personality (the gods' voices are heard by the reader in his head and telling him to completely forget his human self and life (claiming that the reader's human self and life was all just a dream, thus they're saying to the reader that the gods erasing the mortal memories, personality, and life is not a curse, but a blessing), the gods tell the reader that they are blessing him by completely erasing his mortal human memories and personality (the gods intentionally erasing all of the reader's previous human life and memories/personality is a blessing), while also telling him to remember his true elven self and life, proving their intent in creating a hero for their fantasy world), thus making him completely and permanently forget about ever being a mortal human), and the removal of human memories/personality is truly a blessing and not a curse. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, a beautiful, youthful, ethereal-looking adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who, along with the gods who created this fantasy world, is the one who used the magic from the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and permanently transformed the reader into an elf himself in both body and mind, since the female elf really wanted a husband of her own) comes up to the reader (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) and comforts him with a gentle hug, gently wiping away the reader's tears, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate and genuine true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was not real and is just a dream (she also confirms the reader that he was returning/traveling back home to his elven village home (which is his real home) from one of his many quests or battles and that's why he was daydreaming about his false and imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, all in an elven language rather than in English, which is now completely foreign unlike the now-familiar and known elven language), making the now-elven 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 since saving her life from an attacking goblin), she is telling this truth to the transforming reader (which the reader truly and completely believes), and the reader is truly happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human before or the transformation ever actually happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave, courageous, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf sorcerer (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago (the reader is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her (kissing included), he even promises to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal elven companions and comrades who follow him (he is also loyal to his companions and they always help him in quests and battles, having succeeded in all battles and quests against villains, including but not limited to goblins), and he himself being guided and supported by the gods (who have intentionally chosen and transformed the human reader into a heroic elf sorcerer so this fantasy world would have a hero to save this realm) who created this fantasy world) is his true and only life. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former mortal human life had existed, and he's completely and permanently unaware that his transformation had ever happened (he is amused, laughing at the idea of ever being a human), the elf reader believes that he was daydreaming about the human life while he was returning back to his home village from the battle/quest (exactly like what his elven wife stated earlier), and his journey as an elven warrior, unbeknownst to him, had just begun, even though he knew that he had always been a heroic elf and had already been on the journey countless of times before. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including the gods' quotes in the reader's head) 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, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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 step into the musty reading room of the ancient museum, the air heavy with the scent of antiquated ink and parchment. Your curious eyes are drawn to a book chained by the corner of the lengthy table. As you open the book on “The Tales of Elvenkind,” a burst of light envelops your in its glow, pulling your reality onto its pages. Fear and curiosity intertwine as your senses are overwhelmed, your heart’s rhythm quickening. Your body tingles, prickling as if your blood is transforming into quicksilver. The mirror nearby reflects an ethereal face, handsome and otherworldly. Long, blonde hair cascades over slender, yet athletic shoulders. Your fingers glide over your face, feeling your shrinking facial hair, your ears now elongated and pointed. Shimmering blue fills your eyes, reflecting your metamorphosis. With one last look on the human you once were, your body completes its rebirth as a fantasy elf. The museum and musty room dissolve, replaced by a magical forest. Greenery shrouded by a fantastical blue mist. A deep blue medieval tunic clings to your slender frame, a long cape flowing behind you. Your fingers are covered in sorcerer's leather gloves, your boots dressing your feet, suitable for long travels and tucking neatly underneath your fitted pants. Around your waist sits a leather belt, securing your clothing around you. Propped against your palm is a long wizard’s staff, channeling your newfound levels of power. Despite never encountering such a thing, you inherently understand the workings of the staff and the arts of magic. Your senses heighten, your mind focusing on sounds and smells impossible for a human to perceive, yet mundane to a creature of eternal life. Trying to speak in English, instead you hear an unknown language flowing out. Words you never knew you knew. You try desperately to cling on to your English tongue, shouting out in an incapacitated effort to make the transformation stop, but your past is being washed away, an endless tide of Elven consciousness erasing your previous identity. Panic and desperation set in as your human memories and personality get lost, ripped away from you. The world as you knew it, fades away, replaced by centuries of elven history and folklore. You find yourself knowing battles against goblins, quests for sacred artifacts, a life busied with magic and knighthood. Voices whisper in your mind, a chorus of divine beings crowing you as their chosen. You crumble onto your knees, the shouts a cacophony of forgotten hymns and blessings. Slowly, comprehension dawns, understanding their language. They drown out your waning memories of the human world, replacing it with the stories of elven grandeur and supremacy. The Gods soothe you, whispering about your heroic destiny, a savior born from the human world, a blessing they claim, not a curse. You become aware of an ethereal figure, a female elf, approaching from a nearby village, her beautiful face glowing with relief. She takes you in a quiet embrace, your tears wetting her delicately embroidered dress. She comforts you with words of unconditional love and constant support, assuring you that your humanity was nothing but a dream, a mere distraction. Familiarity settles in, the spark in her eyes igniting an unspoken bond, and suddenly, it all makes sense. This woman, this elf, is your wife, and you had willingly given up centuries of life, immortality, and even godship for her. Her tender kisses enchant the crushed pieces of your human soul, merging it seamlessly into your new elven spirit. A lullaby, a sweet song of elven magic, flows from her lips, weaving peace into your frantic mind. She promises you a gracious life, a journey layered with adventures and heroism, one where the Gods themselves would oversee your path. You believe her, not just because her song is beautiful, but because you want to, you need to. Your former reality, your human life, fades into distant memory, blurred and indistinguishable. You are an elf, and your journey, albeit unbeknownst to you, has just begun. You realize that your transformation, this rebirth, was not only a blessing from the Gods but also a reclamation of who you truly are. Embracing your elven wife, you look into her eyes, "Lle creoso ammen" (I choose us), and your life as a heroic elf sorcerer begins. The Gods smile down at their creation, their blessed one finally accepting his place in their world. As you wander into the woods towards your home village, your heart throbs for the adventures awaiting you in this new mystical realm, enchanted and forever yours.
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