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Question: Write the 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.
The day started as any other for the reader, with the monotonous shuffle of daily routine. But a peculiar texture lingered in the air, an uncanny dread that seemed to grip them. Little did they know what the day had in store for them. It would be the last time they would know themselves, for they were destined for a transformation that could never be undone. Noticing a strange aura surrounding them, they find themselves shrinking consistently, their robust frame gracefully taking on slender, feminine curves even though their gender remained male. Years seemed to slip away, as if someone just turned the dial on their age from mature mid-thirties to a youthful mid-twenties. Gradually, they were increasing in height to an alarming eight feet, their legs stretching endlessly, stirring an unfamiliar feeling within them. Their familiar surroundings began to blur before their eyes until it dissipated completely, replaced by a chaotic realm foreign to them, a world known as Hazbin Hotel. As their reality warped, so did their mindset. Fighting against the invasive flood of memories and personality traits of someone else filled them with fear, but the effort was futile. "Wha-What is happening?" they stammered, feeling the rush of a foreign accent, thick, colored by the character of New York. The words felt foreign as they tumbled from their lips, like they’d been possessed by a different persona. Splotches of light pink dusted upon their once plain hair, morphing it into a fluffy whimsical mop, with a distinctive light-pink heart pattern marking its back. A pair of cerise pink eyes blinked back in the washroom mirror, paired with one gold fang amongst their now sharp, pointed teeth. The rush was overwhelming as their chest morphed, appearing more prominent, feminine though made of fluffy fur, no less a part of them. Their thoughts began to reel with cynicism and sarcasm, matched with a quick, sharp wit, laced with strong offensive language. Unpresidential excitement filled them as they inspected their light-pink suit blazer, reddish-grey mini skirt and long thigh-high boots, and a blush of realization seeped in when they found a third retractable set of arms in addition to the two. "Who... Who am I?" they asked aloud, as if trying to remember something important. The reflection in the mirror met their gaze with an almost devilish grin - Angel Dust. Fear gave way to resignation as they fell into the enigmatic personality, their past memories playing out like a distant dream. From grumbling at their own feet, enjoying the slight buzz drugs gave them, to the pride in their looks, everything felt like a piece of their lost puzzle. Despite carrying an air of defensiveness, they found themselves care for their friends, holding onto a minimal strand of redemption. And though their own feet filled them with disgust and Valentino's constant abuse sometimes made them cringe, the old World, the old them, seemed alien now. As the first day as Angel Dust came to an end, amidst all the anxiety and quick change, they realized they had forgotten the most important thing. "What was I before?" they muttered, the question went unanswered, as the past was sealed and the memory of their human self faded into oblivion. All they were, now, is all they would ever be - Angel Dust.
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