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Question: Write a transformation story of the reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, making him/her completely forget he was a normal human and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands around 8 feet with his heels on. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will. Angel is brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness.
Dear Reader, The changes began subtly at first. Your vision blurred and became clearer than it had ever been - too sharp, too bright, too detailed. Colors appeared more vivid and you found you could see in a variety of shades of pink and white that you had never seen before. You felt a strange pull in your back, as if a string were being drawn slowly through your skin. Looking in the mirror, you gasped as two more sets of arms began to emerge, their appearance reflecting the soft white fur that seems to wrap around your body. The pain was intense at first, but it soon faded into mere discomfort. The next major change came in the form of your height. Each morning, you looked noticeably taller than the day before as your body stretched to a daunting eight feet. The kitchen cabinets and doorways that used to be conveniently reachable are now too low, and you found yourself stooping to avoid concussions. Your body, too, slimmed to an almost skeletal thinness, accentuated by the tremendous height. Your hair, once whatever color it was, turned an icy white, speckled with pink spots. It grew tired. Couldn't stop growing. Your body was changing, and it needed sustenance. You found yourself craving things you never thought you’d crave: alcohol, drugs, the taste of sin. Your face changed too. Your eyes became a mix of light yellow and the darkest black. The most jarring change was the three pink dots that appeared under your eyes like a permanent fixture. Looking into the mirror, you saw a stranger staring back. A heart pattern appeared on your chest, its point extending past your waistband and down to your crotch area. Your chest started to puff out, fluffy fur replaced skin, but you didn't mind. It was just another odd thing that now seemed natural. Besides, as you looked in the mirror, you couldn't help but admire how it looked. Soon, you found yourself obsessing over appearance, a desire to be visually audacious and provoking. Your wardrobe filled with flamboyant suits, tight skirts, and thigh-high boots, an eclectic contrast to your previous simplistic choice of clothing. Long, luridly colored gloves decorated your four arms: two cerise pink and two white. The personality change was sneaky. One day, you were your old self: simple, ordinary, shy. The next, you were bold, brash and sarcastic as though such traits had always been buried inside you, waiting to find the surface. Your sense of humor became darker, innuendo-ridden and rough, and you found a thrill in every crass joke you made. You began to embrace this new personality, using it to your advantage, defending yourself from cruel words and insults. Strangely, you found that you relished the attention, feeding off it, perpetuating this crude, lascivious persona. What was perhaps the most concerning aspect was the memory shift. Names, faces, places, all began to distort and blur, replaced by images and memories of a sinful, chaotic life you apparently lived: a life full of theatre and vice, where you had been a 'star'. This memory replacement washed away your past, making you solely Anthony – Angel Dust. A rogue who flirted, joked, and lived his way through Hell with audacious and pompous air. Glimpses of your old life came to you, but with time, they faded like fog. The Angel Dust you embraced is flamboyant, defensive, overwhelmingly confident. However, beneath that facade, you recognized a sensitive, insecure self, a vulnerability borne out of a harsh life. It bewildered you, oddly. But you shrugged it off, stepping into the persona with a dance in your steps and a tragic smile on your face. Welcome to your new life, Anthony, or should I say, Angel Dust, the adult entertainment star. Yours truly, Helpful Assistant
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