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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, pointy elf-like ears, long 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, 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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an fairy's 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 fairy's 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 fairy (complete with a new name fitting for an fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind, a female fairy from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into a fairy himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, quietly singing an fairy's lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy), 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 and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness and 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 elven 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, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the fairy 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).
Caught amidst the captivating artifacts at the old museum, you stumble upon an ancient book: "Creatures of the Medieval Fantasy." As you pry it open, an overwhelming light engulfs you. Instantly, your normal life as you knew it begins to distort and warp. Your clothing shifts, constricting then smoothing into a light, airy tunic, mirroring the hues of nature. You feel a strange curve on your ears, pointy and elvish. There's a flutter at your back, and you instinctively know: wings. Delicate yet intense, they seem capable of carrying your now lean but athletic body. You reach up to touch your face and find it smooth, your bristly beard replaced with a new ethereal beauty. You feel an alien lightness, almost as if you're shrinking, yet you're not afraid. You wonder at the pale hue your once tan skin now exhibits and marvel at the gentle feel of unaccustomed long hair caressing your shoulders. As your physical transformation solidifies, a deeper wave of change rocks your being. Years of life, memories, and adventure flood your mind in seconds. Languages you didn't know you knew. Landscapes of myth and fairy tale. Moments of joy and pain, laughter and tears...they flood into you like a raging river. You feel tears pricking your eyes as your old life flashes before you. "No!" your mind screams. English spills out, "I don't want to forget my life...my family!" But just as quickly, your mind grapples with the language. It's foreign sounding, yet innate. "I don't want to.." you begin again, "Melin um guil 'nin nuitho." you finish. You don’t understand. What's happening? Each word that slips out is a plea for help that is understood but untranslatable. Your cries for your old life fade into delicate speech of the fairy folk, an ancient elvish language. Your heart aches, the surreal reality consuming you, dwarfing your very soul. You feel yourself becoming a speck in a world of giants. Yet, a flood of memories soothes your heartache. As the pulsating light begins to dim, the medieval world around you unveils itself in all its ethereal glory. Magic permeates the air, stirring your senses. You recognize this world. This is home. The last vestiges of the human you were slip away, washed clean by centuries of fairy life. You feel a stab of panic, one last scream for your old life. Than, a gentle hand on your shoulder, soft words flowing like a lullaby. "Aníron o chen lin. Naneth naur fo nath, êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn." You know this lullaby, the one whispered, "I desire your face. Fire mother's beneath us, a star shines upon the hour of our meeting." It's familiar, comforting. You look up to find her face, your wife, centuries married but forever in love. Your heart fills with joy and a name resonates in your mind, Thalion, your name. A warm glow replaces the painful goodbye to your past life. As she wraps her arms around you, humming that familiar lullaby, you relish in the essence of being a fairy. A sense of child-like wonder and happiness engulfs you. This is true. This is you. The average human life was but a distant dream compared to the infinite fairy existence that unfolds before you. You've always been Thalion. You've always been a fairy. And it feels like coming home.
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