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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a vampire (with a thin yet powerful and athletic body, pale skin, moderately-long black hair, elongated elf-like ears, vampiric fangs (rather than normal canine teeth), red irises, handsome and ethereal-looking face, and lack of facial hair on the lower half of his face (he still keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however)), instant clothes change (the reader's outfit warping into a 18th or 19th century gothic outfit consisting of a pristine white collared dress shirt, a black overshirt with edges rimmed in red accents, a black trench coat that billows out behind the vampiric reader, a red flowing cape that is wrapped around his shoulders and is fastened around his neck by a clasp, he also has a pair of black formal dress pants and a pair of black leather shoes, a pair of black gloves over his hands, and a black top hat over his hair), complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including immortality, forever youthful, shapeshifting, etc), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a vampire'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 vampire). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was on a vacation in a gothic castle or mansion located somewhere in eastern Europe, where a female vampire lives, and she bites the reader in the neck (sucking the reader's blood) and cause him (the reader) to fall unconscious, causing the whole transformation to occur. The reader wakes up in a royal gothic room from a coffin built for a vampire, now aware of his new form and supernatural powers, but not long until he has a sudden urge to drink blood while personality and memories being rapidly replaced by vampiric ones. During the mental changes, the reader is terrified about losing his own memories and personality, as well as being horrified about becoming an evil entity (let alone an immortal undead), but his mental fight is in vain, making him love his new life as a vampire (complete with a new name instead of his human name he once knew of). To aid in the now-vampiric reader's transforming mind, the female vampire comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, and quietly singing an vampire's lullaby to the reader, making the reader realize that the vampire woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the vampire 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 and is happy that his life as an vampire (he enjoys being with his vampire 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 lyrics to the lullaby that the vampiric 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).
You find yourself slowly waking up with a shuddering gasp, your body feeling oddly numb. As your eyes adjust, you notice the ceilings of the towering room looming overhead are decked out with intricate gothic artworks. Instantly, memories of that shadowy figure sinking its teeth into your neck surge back, causing you to touch the side of your neck. You are inside a royal gothic room, sprawled within a black coffin. Suddenly, the fabric you're wearing seems to ripple and squirm, transforming into a mid-19th century ensemble. You look down to find yourself decked in a pristine white-collared dress shirt, a black top hat, formal black pants, a black trench coat accentuated with red rims, and a red cape swarming around your figure. As you pull yourself out of the coffin, you immediately sense something is different. You're strong. Not just from some rush of adrenaline, but from a power you can't comprehend running through your veins. You make your way to a grand mirror that takes up most of one wall. The reflection that stares back at you is entrancing. Your skin is paler than ever, your hair dark and grown out, your eyes twinkle with bloodied irises, and your ears now as long and sharp as an elf's. And as you open your mouth, the white fangs glisten in the candlelight, a stark contrast to the now - blackened canine teeth. A sense of panic washes over you as you struggle to accept the changes, but you feel a sudden compulsion seeping into your soul. A thirst. You can practically taste the blood, causing your new fangs to throb. Try as you might, you cannot repel this feeling. It overpowers your senses, your thoughts, your very humanity. Now you're feeling memories starting to flood in. Not your memories, but someone else's. An arrogant lord hunting at night, a woman with mesmerizing eyes...each image is a slice of this entity's life, replacing bits and pieces of your own past. Fear turns to dread as you realized you can't even remember your own name. Suddenly, a soothing voice envelops the room. It's soft, almost a whisper. The woman vampire that had attacked you was there, her figure now comforting. "Shhh... ease yourself", she shushes you into silence, coming in to wrap you in her cold, comforting embrace. "Heading into the red sunset, a child of the night rises… Unleashing the shadows within, he dances under the moon… Your past, dear one, was but a mortal dream, your reality awakes in beams… Embrace yourself, my love, your real life begins…" As she sings you the lullaby, you find yourself not repulsed but drawn to her. You remember her... you know her. A warmth surrounds your dread-filled heart. This was your wife. You have always known her, loved her. She was always there, always yours. A wave of relief crashes over you, repelling the fear. As your memories of being human fade, you were accepting your existence as an immortal entity. That life was a dream, this was your reality. You were no longer the average human reader on a vacation. Now, you were living as one of the undead creatures of the night, a vampire. And much to your surprise, it felt right. After all, a vampire's life with his eternal love was your true life.
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