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Question: Write a transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempt on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it is forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves, despite being a male) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as his heeled boots. 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 a New York accent. 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. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. 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 (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). 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. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preferences, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food, but he dislikes his own feet (he would avoid sex work that involved his feet, or else he would be angry about it if it was unavoidable), losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to Angel, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Course alterations are not always planned; life can be unpredictable, taking surprising turns that are utterly unimagined. This was certainly the case for you, a once mortal human, whose life underwent an abrupt and unexpected transformation into the form of a notorious character named Angel Dust. The initial stages of the transformation were subtle. You found yourself growing taller each day with an uncanny gracefulness stretching out your body to resemble female curves, despite being a male. A slender figure was gradually traced by the mirror, and it unsettled you. Following the height progression, a layer of white fur began to grow over your skin - it was soft, fluffy, but equally bewildering. "You're a male but your silhouette is...beautiful?!" You found yourself admiring it in the mirror, but the confusion was too overpowering. Soon, the changes became more alarming. A heart pattern began to creep onto the back of your head and a silvery mop of hair, so light it almost looked white, emerged. Pink freckles appeared under your eyes, oddly mimicking the shape of smaller eyes. One eye transformed into a lively cerise pink, while your other eye was invaded by darkness. Weirdly, you found your body growing two more arms, and a third set threatening to form. Despite the exhilarating terror, you were oddly unable to resist these changes. The process felt both horrifyingly pleasant and irresistibly compelling. "Why is this happening to me? How is this happening?!" These were the helpless questions that you'd constantly repeat to yourself. Meanwhile, in response to the profound physical changes, your mind started struggling to retain essential fragments of your past human life. The memory of regular human routines started to fade gradually; replaced with the life of showbiz, brash witticism, cheeky japes, and shady under-dealings. "I can't lose myself. I can't forget who I am..." You’d mumble to yourself, clutching at remembering your past life. But try as you might, your reality warped quickly, your memories faded, replaced by Angel Dust's complex persona. The mundane human world you once knew mutated into a chaotic place filled with demons and halls echoing with macabre laughter - the familiar world of Hazbin Hotel. Memories of being Angel Dust became increasingly vivid – the taste of Italian food, the warmth of pink fabric against your skin, the dizziness from snorting an unfamiliar substance. You began to develop a foul mouth, dropping casual f-bombs as if they were your old vernacular. As the transformation reached its final stage, a strange sensation overcame you - a feeling of complete defeat. You accepted the rebel, the Angel Dust within you, completely surrendering your past human memories. With a sigh, the newly-formed Angel Dust - the movie star of Hell looked at the warping world around him, realizing that his transformation, once synonymous with terror, was now a source of undeniable confidence. "Thanks for the cursed gift, life. This is gonna be a wild fuckin' ride!" Angel muttered, acceptance seeping into every syllable. That's when he acknowledged, for the first time, the thrilling promise of his newfound identity. Your struggle indeed proved to be futile, but it wasn't worthless. Instead, it beautifully unveiled an Angel, an immortal story to be told, to be lived - forever. With thorough acceptance of the new persona, the reader ended up having no memories of their former mortal self and retained only remembrances of ever being the charismatic Angel Dust. Your old identity was swept up in the rushing gust of change. And within that whirlwind, Angel Dust was unleashed unto the world.
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