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Question: Write a transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 7 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), 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 attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, 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 Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to 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 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 preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, 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.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy of merely seven years. He was a devoted fan of the animated series Hazbin Hotel and he loved the character Angel Anthony Dust's eccentric lifestyle and appearance most of all. His innocent mind admired the character's dynamic personality. One day, as he was peacefully spinning around in his chair, humming the signature tunes of Hazbin Hotel, things began to change. "You okay, buddy?" his mom called up to him, noticing a strain in his voice. Instead of responding, he felt his body convulse and his vision blurry. He felt like he was growing, like watching a sped-up plant shoot up from the ground. His clothes grew tight and shrunk into miniskirts and heeled boots. 'What's happening?' the boy thought, panic setting in as he noticed his body changing and growing taller. Each day, his clothes morphed into new, more flamboyant attire. His seven-year old body elongated, sliders rapidly moving down his years to the thirties. Height charts stretched out as he shot up to eight feet tall from his prepubescent height. As the physical transformation took place, reality ever so subtly started altering as well. His parents turned into cartoonish figures. His house warped into a sketchy and flamboyant Hell, the setting for Hazbin Hotel. His parents were powerless in the face of these changes, their existence slowly eroding from the kid's mind. The boy sought help from his parents, but they seemed to fade away, as if they were being erased from a canvas. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he strained to remember them, their faces going hazy in his mind. His brain felt mushy and scrambled as his old memories started to disappear, being replaced with memories of another life—a life which wasn't his. A desperate attempt to hold onto his sanity failed as his own personality bled out, replaced by Angel's. One by one, the boy's precious memories were cruelly ousted. Memories of school, birthday parties, and holidays were replaced by scenes of wild parties, heated arguments, and flirtations. His transformation into Angel Dust was now all but complete. Once a small boy, he now found himself in the body of a spider-like adult. His old memories and life were erased, replaced by a new, worryingly forgetful and carefree persona. In the mirror, staring back at him was the perfect image of Angel Dust, complete with unruly hair, prominent chest, four arms, and that signature wide, toothy grin. "I ain't just some normal male human," he said in a thick New York accent, looking at his own reflection, a faint trace of the boy's innocence hidden beneath Angel's brash exterior. His taste had transformed, the pizza and burgers the boy had once loved were replaced with a craving for Italian food and a reckless fondness for money and attention. He adjusted to his new life surprisingly fast, the boy that once was now buried deep beneath the personality of Angel Dust. The brash, flirtatious, and defensive character was all that remained. His own identity was a forgotten whisper, disappearing entirely as the world of Hazbin Hotel solidified around him. The transformation was complete and irreversible. Like dust, his old identity slipped through his fingers, leaving him to embrace the unapologetic, sarcastic and endearing character of Angel Dust. And it was clear, no remnants of the mortal little boy were left. Only the flirtatious, eccentric Angel Dust remained. His own reality faded into nothing, replaced entirely by the realm of Hazbin Hotel.
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