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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the 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 filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), 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, with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence), 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/invading 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 (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) 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, 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).
As you move your feet rhythmically on the cold, hard marble-lined floor of the old, musty museum, brows furrowed and eyes darting around, the air of seriousness lingers upon your average male frame. You spot an ancient book containing tales of mythical creatures from medieval times. Opening the book, an unexpected burst of blinding light surprises you. Your surroundings fade away, and when the light finally subsides, a completely different, otherworldly panorama unravels around you. Your body tingles, a whirlwind of sensations making you gasp. Looking down, you notice your well-worn jeans and cardigan transforming. A soft, comfortable tunic and billowing cape replace them, medieval-style pants neatly tucked into long boots. You pull off your gloves, revealing them as smooth and as brown as chestnuts, adorned with intricate designs that add to their appeal. Then, the shift in your appearance extends to your body. Your physique morphs to become leaner yet more athletic, your handsome face becoming ethereal, reflecting the graceful beauty of elf-kind. Your facial hair fades away leaving your lower face bare, yet as you touch your face in reflex, your hands trail over the rough patches of your eyebrows and lashes. As you run a hand through your hair, it's transformed from its previous state into a thick, lustrous golden man. Grotesquely and frighteningly, a sharp, pulling sensation tugs on the sides of your head, your ears elongating and becoming pointed. The sensation brings a new sense of alertness, sounds previously unheard by human ears, now crisp and clear. In a nearby stream, your reflection greets you with startling blue irises, glowing bright as sapphires in your pale, luminous face. A deep sigh erupts from you as the truth dawns – you're an Elf. Then, everything changes again. A peculiar feeling bubbles within you as your mortal memories begin to fade, replaced by the ageless life of an Elf. In a panic-stricken moment, you shout, “Help! What's happening?!” Yet halfway through your plea, the language of your tongue morphs, rendering your pleads to something more magical, more ancient. “Aranion! Gi melin! Tiro na lîn le!” You desperately try to recall English words, but an incomprehensible language fills your mind. These are the memories of an Elf, pitched battles, mythical creatures, magical cities, but where are your own memories? What of your past, what of your humanity? A soft voice breaks your turmoil. “Mae g'ovannen, mellonamin.” (Well met, my friend.) The voice is melodic, comforting even. You swivel around to find a beautiful Elf maiden, her golden hair cascading to her waist, her sparkling blue eyes filled with deep concern. She steps closer and you notice her lips mouthing something, an elven lullaby that somehow, you instantly recognize. “Anîron i e broniatha sy, e penna calwa lin,” she sings, an old Elvish song that spins the tale of a star lighting up the world. Her soothing voice calms your racing mind. As she leads you back to her village, the maiden reveals herself as your wife. Your heart flutters in recognition, her name tripping off your newly Elvish tongue before your mind fully grasps it, “Aerith.” The realization hits you; memories long forgotten – of joy, love, and camaraderie – come rushing back. Your panic subsides, replaced by a sense of peace and fulfillment, a sense of belonging that soothes away all discomfort. You realize you never were human—you were always an Elf. With a broad grin of acceptance, you wrap an arm around Aerith and utter a profound vow in Elvish, “Aiya, voronda Aerith, gi melin. Boe ammen veriad lîn,” (Hail, my beloved Aerith, I love you. May our paths forever be together) for in her arms, everything feels right, feels like home.
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