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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a leather belt strapped around his waist, a long flowing cape held by a clasp around his shoulders, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, long and pointy elven ears, 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, which are blonde like his head head now), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), voice change (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (quickly changing from English to an elven language despite his best efforts, 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 elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf'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, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical world created by gods, knowing every elven powers and weaponry (including archery), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are words of an elven language), 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/invading elven 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 elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself) comes up to the reader (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) and comforts him with a gentle hug, gently wiping away the reader's tears, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (all in elven language rather than in English), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), she is telling this new truth to the transforming (which the reader truly/completely believes), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only 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 quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf 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).
Browsing through an expansive museum, you stumble upon a dusty, neglected chamber, filled with a plethora of antique books. A particular book standing alone apart from all others catches your eye. It is a text about medieval fantasy beings and resonates with a certain energy that calls out to you. A turn of the first page of the medieval tome results in a fierce blinding light, which engulfs you in its intensity. A sense of bewilderment first hits your senses, before quickly transforming into bone-deep dread as you feel the alterations begin to happen. Your body starts to feel different, thinner, and yet more muscular. A quick look at your reflection reveals a sharply handsome, ethereal countenance replacing your once mundane look. Your once short hair becomes long, flowing strands of gold, complementing the icy blue hues of your eyes. Not a single hair is left on the lower half of your face. A sensation causes you to touch your ears, confirming their elongation into the characteristic pointy elven ears. Looking down, your outfit appears to have changed, too, now reflecting that of a stereotypical fantasy elf. A brilliantly colored tunic adorned your body, a cape flowed from your shoulders, medieval pants tucked neatly into long boots, and around your waist, you bore a leather belt while your hands were clad in similarly material gloves. Strapped on your back was archery equipment - a bow, a quiver stocked full with arrows. Panic wells within you as your entire environment changes, the once museum replacing itself with an evidently magical woodland meadow, the glittering silhouette of an elven village in the distance. You can hear the soft gurgling of a stream nearby, and in the air hovers the distant rumble of a dragon's roar. However, the most unnerving of all is when you open your mouth to call out for help, but instead of English, a beautiful, melodic language unfamiliar to you pours out. You try again, dumbfounded, yet again, the words come out in that foreign tongue. You desperately attempt to gather your thoughts, but they're rapidly being replaced with those of an elf. You try to remember your family, your friends, but the memories become hazy, slowly fading away. They're replaced instead with ones of epic battles against goblins, memories of growing up in the village, and a beautiful elf woman who now somehow feels like your wife. A horrifying comprehension dawns on you; you're slowly losing your humanity. Tears well up in your eyes as you watch your mortal life slip away. But amidst your inner turmoil, a pair of comforting arms wrap around you. It's a woman, tall, ethereal, and unmistakably elven. Her welcoming voice singing a sweet lullaby washes over you, her words like the softest of blankets. You recognize her - somehow you always did. She's your wife. "Baðana nedo," she coos softly, tenderly stroking your hair. ["It was only a dream."] With those words, echoes of your past life seem to disintegrate, flowing out of your sanity like a gentle tide. Your wife continues to soothe you, reminding you that you are her brave warrior, her equal, her life-long companion. As you look into her heart-felt gaze, everything finally falls into place. Life feels different now, yet right. The truth is accepted in your heart: you are an elf, an immortal being in a world where magic and myth are real. In the resounding silence of the woods, you finally lean into her touch, realizing you belong here. You surrender to the transformation spell, your memories, your language, and your human life now a thing of the past. The knowledge is uncomfortable yet soothing at the same time. You are finally home, and your true forest elf life begins.
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