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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader turning into an identical clone of Crimson (Moxxie's father from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's efforts on fighting those new personality and memories). For Crimson's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade, rather than digitigrade. One of Crimson's fangs is a golden fang. Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. The story would be that Crimson is still filled with hatred against I.M.P, since I.M.P crewmembers led by him stopped the forced wedding of his son Moxxie to Chazwick Thurman (who is now deceased and his toothed jaw is now just a house decoration in Crimson's house), and (unbeknownst to reader) is self-aware and he hated how the reader is laughing at his defeat. So out of supernatural reasons and revenge against I.M.P, he briefly leaves the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and bring him/her to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world. However, rather than Crimson killing the reader, he strapped the reader onto an invention that Crimson discovered on an alleyway, and turned reader into his clone, thus turning the reader into Crimson's identical twin brother. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As you lay on your couch, giggling with delight while re-watching the latest episode of "Helluva Boss", the room suddenly darkens. It feels as though time contorts around you. Startled, you try to stand up, your laughter coming to an abrupt halt. "Well, well, well..." The words are a sinister purr that sends chills down your spine, and you turn around slowly, finding a tall, imposing figure standing in the shadows. An oddly familiar figure. "No…" You back away, fear prickling your skin. Your heart thumps heavily against your chest as you recognize the character from the very show you just mocked - Crimson. Reality warps around you as Crimson, with a terrifying grin, swoops forward and grabs your arm. "I don't take too kindly to mockery, love. Let's see how hilarious you find things when you're living in my world." Within seconds, everything around blurs, and you feel a sickening lurch in your stomach. Next thing you know, you're strapped onto a peculiar contraption in a grand, sinister-looking mansion that was unmistakably Crimson’s residence. "No… no, no!" You struggle against the restraints, but Crimson simply chuckles, inspecting a dial on the contraption. "One always dreams about what they'd do with a doppelganger…” He muses, a twisted gleam in his intimidating eyes. “I’m simply realizing that dream.” The machine whirs to life, and you shriek as an overwhelming feeling washes over you. It begins slowly, a tingling sensation starting at the soles of your feet and gradually spreading all over your body. Your limbs tremble as muscles reshape themselves beneath your skin. You feel your center of gravity shift, your body stretching, growing taller. The sensation of horns sprouting from your skull makes you cry out. Your clothing shapeshifts, the fabric morphing around your body, transforming into a high-collar red shirt and navy blue coat. Striped pants form around your legs, your shoes morphing into dark dress shoes. You feel the weight of a hat materialize atop your white hair, a fedora forming to complete the transformation. You can feel colors and patternes shifting on your skin, turning a darker shade of red and white markings appearing around your eyes. You scream at the sensation of your tail protruding, crooked and bent. A slight ache reminds you of the new golden fang adorning your smile. "No… I...I can't be you…” You rock against the machine's restraints as your mind fights against the foreign thoughts invading it. Cruel, ruthless thoughts of dominance and power, a disregard for anyone and everyone else. But it's getting harder, so much harder, to keep pushing against the relentless tide of Crimson’s mind trying to drown your own. "I'm... not... you..." Your words come out in staggered breaths but slowly, inevitably, they fade away.... "Oh, but you are now," Crimson says, amusement lacing his voice. You see him then, not as the horrifying figure you dreaded, but as an entity to respect. A clever smirk crosses your now identical face as you realize - you are Crimson. Every bit of his power, arrogance, and ruthiness is now yours. And you would be lying if you said you didn't find that appealing.
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