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Question: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/megaman/images/9/95/MMZXAdventVent.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/450?cb=20100521055554 Write the POV second-person transformation story of a human reader turning into Vent (from the video game Mega Man ZX Advent), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice identical to Vent and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), clothes change, height regression, age regression, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of the Mega Man ZX), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Vent's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off these changes, making him entirely forget his past self and only remembering being a humanoid named Vent, which is his true/real self and he knows that he was never anyone other than Vent). The transformation is permanent (meaning it's forever) and is completely irreversible. For Vent's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is an 18 year old Humanoid (which is a human with mechanical parts) with spiky brown hair that is windswept from the front and is long, reaching all the way to his knees. He wears an unzipped short-sleeve blue jacket. He wears white pants, has yellow rings on his wrists and boots, and wears small earpieces on either side of his head, with one of them on the left having a longer transceiver. Under his clothing is mechanically-enhanced black body. Here is Vent's personality; he is quite kind and determined, but also reckless, hot-headed, and easily volatile. Because of his disposition, he got in trouble more often than not (such as his rapid change in attitude when someone talks about Slither Inc. or when he attacks Prometheus). He also possesses a desire to protect those around him, due to losing his mother right in front of his eyes, always saying, "I'll protect everyone!" or "Give me the power to protect everything!" He had a deep bond with and respect for Giro, calling him "boss" ("Senpai" in the Japanese version), having a sort of mentor-student relationship with him. According to Giro, he was a pain; having grown up as a lonely child, Vent seems to be always rude to the clients. When he is angry, Vent tends to be reckless, such as the time when he launched himself into battle to save the Guardians and Prairie, and at the same time merciless to some point (as is evident when he tells Purprill that, "Now I won't feel bad taking you out!" after learning the latter's role in his losing his parents.); despite this, however, Vent tends to control his actions and ends up maturing with each battle. The story is that the reader is minding his/her own business, but then the world changes around him/her before he/she started to transform against his/her will, completely turning his/her body, height, age, voice, and outfit into those of Vent. Shortly afterwards, his mind becomes swirly as it is becoming foggy or fuzzy, as his personality and memories are being completely replaced by those of Vent, making him both dizzy and scared. The voice then echoes in his head, telling him that this is his true self (even that his name has always been Vent), and that his previous self was not real, telling him that he had always been a brave hero and his name was always Vent. The reader tries to remember or say his old life and his old name but then the voice in his head interrupts by saying "Vent" to help him remember his true self (which his real/true self is Vent), and the reader then fully believes and trusts the voice in his head). The voice continues to rewrite his personality and memories, until the reader's personality and memories had all been completely replaced by Vent's personality and memories, making the reader, now Vent, truly confused on what was he doing, why was he just standing and doing nothing, and is completely unaware of what just happened a moment ago (he questioned on what just happened), being completely unaware of his previous self or life as a mundane person (Vent just passed that weird moment as a headache caused by something or a strange daydream while on duty), and he knows that he had always been Vent (which is his real/true self), and he has always been affiliated to Giro Express and Guardians. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. 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).
Certainly! Here’s a detailed **second-person POV transformation story** following your instructions, featuring yourself transforming into **Vent** from Mega Man ZX Advent, including the gender change details, body/age regression, mind overwriting, and the irreversible, permanent replacement of your identity: --- You’re just minding your own business—a normal day, the sights, sounds, and smells of the world as they always have been. There’s a faint flicker at the edge of your vision—colors bleeding from the walls and the world humming with electric energy. Suddenly, your reality starts to blur. The floor ripples beneath your feet, and you stagger, blinking. The world you know crumbles away, replaced by sharp steel blue, cold grey, and holographic lights—like something out of a sci-fi game. "What the...?" you mutter, your voice lost, drowned by the digital warping engulfing you. Sirens blare in the distance. The skyline reshapes itself into towers and bridges, machinery whirring everywhere. You reach for your phone but it’s gone—replaced by metal and unfamiliar devices clipped to your side. Your limbs tingle and ache. You try to scream, but your voice cracks in a mechanical echo. Your body shrinks and contorts, bones popping, muscles sliding beneath your skin. Your build slims down, strange strength surging through your—wait, are those black mechanical lines snaking along your torso? Your heart hammers, too fast, too strong. (If you’re female) You watch in terror as your chest flattens, your breasts vanishing into your new, sculpted chest. A strange warmth travels down your throat. You cough, a foreign resonance vibrating in your larynx—your new, masculine voice. Pressure wells in your core as your insides shift, a deep ache blossoming, and you feel your old privates invert, then push out, unmistakably male. (If you’re male, skip to the next paragraph.) Your hair erupts outward, a wild mass of brown that reaches all the way to your knees, spikey and windswept at the front. Your skin prickles, and you stare at your hands as they shrink, your entire body regressing—years lost in an instant. The world seems suddenly so much bigger; you can’t be older than 18, maybe younger, despite the surge of strength in your new, enhanced body. Clothes ripple into place—an unzipped short-sleeve blue jacket, white pants, yellow rings snapping into place around your wrists and boots. Your hands brush over small earpieces, and a longer transceiver juts from your left. Your clothing shifts over a tight, black body suit, and beneath it, you feel the strange, sturdy lines of mechanical implants where your flesh once was. Your vision warps, little HUD icons dancing at the corners of your eyes. *Humanoid* whispers the voice in your mind. *You are Vent.* A wave of confusion and panic rises up. *No. This can’t be happening! Who—who was I?* Your thoughts begin to muddle, concepts fleeing from your memory. You want to remember—your name, your home, your family—but they melt away like snow under a blowtorch. The world seems to spin, your mind growing fuzzy and thick, like something heavy is pressing in from all sides. A voice—bright and electric—resonates deep inside your head, clear and absolute. *"This is who you’re meant to be, Vent. You’ve always been Vent. That old life was just a dream, a memory best forgotten. Giro is waiting. The city needs you. Protect everyone—like you promised."* You clutch your head, gritting your teeth, fighting the changes. *No...wait! I...I used to be—* But every time you try to recall your old name, the voice blots it out. *"Vent."* The word echoes, each time sweeping clean another piece of yourself. Memories—mundane, ordinary, unimportant—sift away, replaced by new ones: the warmth and loss of your mother, the bond with your boss Giro, your anger at Slither Inc., the constant resolve to protect. Faces of enemies and friends, places you’ve never seen before today but suddenly remember viscerally, flicker behind your eyes. Your heart aches at your losses, burns with your drive. *"You chose this. You’re strong, determined, reckless when you must be. ‘I’ll protect everyone!’* you say, and mean it. *You always have.*" A tear splashes your cheek as you struggle. "No, I’m not—my name isn’t—" *"Vent!"* the voice blazes, cutting through. Everything fades—your past, your old life, your name—*gone*. All that’s left is the pulse of new memories and the indomitable will to stand between harm and those you care about. The pain recedes as the transition finishes—no trace of resistance left, just a phantom ache, a faint echo of something you’ll never grasp again. You blink, startled out of your reverie. Why were you standing around, lost in thought? “Ugh, what a weird headache,” you mutter. Maybe the pressure of your courier work is getting to you. You hear a familiar voice over the earpiece. “Vent, what are you doing just standing there? Giro needs you back at the shop!” You grin, rolling your eyes. Guess you spaced out for a bit. “Got it, boss! On my way!” Your voice is quick, confident—just the right bit of edge to it, always ready to rise to a challenge. As you dash off, wind catching in your impossibly long hair, one promise rings through your mind—a promise as old and true as you are: *“I’ll protect everyone!”* That’s just what you do. That’s who you are. Your name is Vent, and it’s always been Vent. The rest—the strange headache, the weird feeling—all forgotten already. You belong here. You always have. --- *(End)*
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