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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, 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, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), language shift (changing from English to an 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), 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 and only remember being an elf). 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, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as forgetting his previous language), 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 elven 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 elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), making the 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), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. 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 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. 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).
Relaxed, you strolled comfortably through the dusty halls of the old museum filled with parchment and relics whispered to be brimming with magic; a satisfying adventure for your mundane life. Your attention fell upon an antique tome that bore a symbol of a dragon, a unicorn, and an elf, captivating your interest to explore the world of mystical creatures. As you gingerly opened the aging pages, a blinding light erupted from the book, encompassing your normalcy. The soft rustling of your clothes felt alien as they morphed into a fine tunic made of luxurious fabric, a warm cape draped on your shoulders. Glancing down, you noted the transformation into long boots and leather gloves. Your heart pounded like a war drum against your ribs. What was happening? Touching your ears, they felt elongated and sharp. Panic surged as your once stout body stretched, morphing into lean muscles. You sprinted towards a silver mirror nearby; the face that met you was handsome and ethereal, an elven beauty that surpassed humans. You gasped when no stubble graced your lower face; you did have eyebrows and eyelashes though. Your skin held a transcendent pale glow, and as you stared at your reflection, your average eyes shimmered, transforming into an exquisite blue as if mirroring the vast ocean. You blinked, your view skewed as your hair lengthened, cascading down in blonde waves. Strange words swirled in your mind, replacing the English language. It was fluent, beautiful, and entirely incomprehensible to your human understanding. As you opened your mouth to scream, only elven words spilled out. You wailed in the beautiful elven language, "Tas'ro, tas'ro!" (Help me, help me!) Your pleas were silenced as the museum walls shimmered, the aging history shifting to reveal a fantastical medieval world. You staggered against the order of reality warping around you, yet familiarity tugged at the edge of your memory. Your mind trembled as old memories of being a mortal human fought against an elven existence that started to flow in. "Ple'arda! Ila a'noa!" (Stop! Don't forget!) - Your mind boomed, flickering experiences of a human life lost against a wave of elven memories emerging. A weak cry echoed, "El'er..." (Mother...) The taste of tears splashed into your mouth, your unconscious mind surrendering in defeat as elven memories took over. But you still fought against it, shouting in elven language, "G'wan tener..." (I want to remember...) Then, like a soothing balm, the soft touch of slender, callused hands drew you into a warm, comforting embrace. A heavenly voice whispered, reassuring your trembling heart, "Tas'ren, Elenwe." (It's okay, Starlight.) She kissed you tenderly, her voice streaming into your ears as she sang a familiar elven lullaby. As your panic subsided, you looked into the woman's eyes, recognizing the deep affinity between you. This was your wife, your beloved and constant companion for centuries. "Sui'nea, Elenwe, tas'ea tu ro." (I love you, Starlight, you are home.) She whispered into your ear, a soft plea. Relaxing into her arms as tears rolled down your cheeks, you finally accepted the change. Smiling back at her, you replied, "Sui'nea, Elanor." (I love you, Sunflower). Your heart resonated with genuine happiness knowing you were finally home; a blissful and magical life of elven extravagance awaited you.
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