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Question: Write the POV second-person transformation story of a human reader completely turning into a lookalike son of Alastor (a character, voiced by Amir Talai, from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), 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 Alastor 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), instant clothes change (becoming an identical outfit to Alastor's, but fitted for the reader's new size rather than 7 feet tall), age change (becoming the age of around 17-24 years old, exactly as left off from Alastor son's death from his human life in 1933, thus becoming immortal in the process, while his father's age of 30s-40s left off after he himself died, thus also becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height of around 5.4-6 feet tall to 6.4-6.5 feet tall), voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with Alastor's bloodline, similar to but not identical to Alastor's transatlantic voice (complete with a static effect that makes his voice sound like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio), albeit in a somewhat younger voice than Alastor's voice to fit the reader's new age), supernatural powers gain (obtaining every single supernatural power/ability identical to those of Alastor's) and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced by a new personality and new memories of always having been Alastor's lookalike son (even after human death), despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and he then remembers, or rather realizes, that he had always been the son of Alastor the Radio Demon himself, and he remembers his name being similar to Alastor's name but completely distinct from Alastor's name). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the reader's appearance after he/she turned into Alastor's lookalike son, he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 6.4-6.5 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. His eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. He also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. The reader (Alastor's son) has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as he, like his father Alastor, is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, his profession was as a radio show host, just like his father, and he continues his broadcasts alongside his father in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him and Alastor the title of "The Radio Demons"), bilingualism (like his father, he can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (like his father, he is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his grandmother's (Alastor's mother's) cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (like his father, he is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (like his father, he is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor's son has all of his personality traits identical to those of his father (Alastor). Here are his preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), his father (Alastor), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his grandmother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. For Alastor's appearance, he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. His behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. He is noted to be narcissistic, with his love for himself being stated that no one else can measure up to it, and he does not see many people quite up to his level. Alastor is described as a man of duality. He values good manners, affability and intelligence very highly in others, and will actively look down on those who do not meet his standards, however he will often play fast and loose with these arbitrary rules in regards to himself and his own conduct. Alastor has an odd sense of morality, which is described as "not normal", and has been noted to be quite sadistic, even cannibalistic, devouring lesser demons or those that have incurred his anger. Despite this, he keeps close friends with the other cannibals of Hell, including the denizens at the Cannibal Town. His smiling is a very self enforced form of ego and a show of power and dominance; he looks down on anyone who lets their true emotions show, and even when faced with a rival in strength, if they let slip a frown, Alastor will see them as truly weak. His smile is also to be more unpredictable and unnerving, and gives him a feeling of complete control over himself. While Alastor is powerful, he is aware that there are other demons and entities that rival him in terms of power, such as other Overlords. For this reason, he is wary around such demons, as they could potentially harm him if he is not careful. Despite everything, Alastor does genuinely seem to want to help Charlie run the Hazbin Hotel, albeit for his own amusement, and hopes for its failure over siding with her idealism. Alastor also dismisses the idea that redemption is possible as laughable, nevertheless, he fulfills his role as patron as promised, providing the hotel with staff, and protecting Charlie and her business from outside threats. He views the whole endeavor as a fun distraction from his decades of boredom. Despite consistently having a confident and cheerful demeanor, he harbors a vulnerable side that becomes apparent when confronted with reminders of being "chained". In this instance, his facade of certainty crumbles, and he succumbs to panic attack. According to Mimzy (Alastor's friend), when Alastor was alive he would become a "kitten" (not literally a kitten) if he drank enough rye whiskey while jazz music was on. Here are Alastor's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his mother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, as well as wanting a child of his own (if Lucifer Morningstar gets a child (Charlie Morningstar), why not Alastor himself having a child of his own?). So to end his boredom, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into the real life Earth to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his lookalike son, thus turning the reader into Alastor's lookalike son (the reader notices that his/her grin was now unnaturally wide and permanent, the reader tries to push his/her grin down with his/her hands/fingers to get rid of the smile in order to frown or show fear but cannot due to making emotions other than smiling was completely impossible (he/she even asks in horror on why can't he/she stop smiling, before Alastor tells him/her that it's his/her nature to smile), the reader also tries to fight those new memories and personality identical to those of Alastor (albeit younger due to his/her age compared with Alastor's 30s-40s age) flooding the reader's head, the reader is horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle (the reader then, against his will, views Alastor as part of his family, more specifically his loving father, even calling him his father instead of "Alastor" (the reader also forgets his previous father, with Alastor replacing the reader's father), even questioning why is he calling Alastor his dad (and why is he (the reader) feeling a love for Alastor like a son would to his loving father), before Alastor confirms that Alastor is his father, that's why he's calling Alastor his father), and Alastor tells him that this is his true self and he is finally waking up back to reality, making him truly and fully believe in Alastor and realizes that he had always been Alastor's son, having been born around the early 1910s-late1910s as a human from Alastor (the reader's true father) and Alastor's wife (the reader's true mother), enjoying the cooking from his grandmother (who is Alastor's mother, not the reader's mother but the reader's grandmother) cooking and his favorite food jambalaya (which Alastor also loves), he and his father both being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before both Alastor and his son were killed that same day by what killed Alastor, both Alastor and his lookalike son arriving at the same time in Hell as nearly identical sinner demons nicknamed "The Radio Demons", as they continued their radio shows in Hell, and, despite finding Charlie Morningstar's (the princess of Hell) belief in redemption laughable, both Alastor and his lookalike son want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's mind has also been completely replaced with the mind of Alastor's lookalike son (making him realize that he had always been Alastor's son (with the reader's name being being similar to his father's but different, to help distinguish him from his father Alastor, who genuinely loves his son), before Alastor welcomes his son (the reader) back home with genuine affection/love (the reader now genuinely loves his true father Alastor). In the epilogue, the two Radio Demons (Alastor and his son) are in the Hazbin Hotel, with Alastor introducing Charlie Morningstar his son (even revealing his son's names) as Alastor and his lookalike son help Charlie with her redemption hotel ("Hazbin Hotel"), while also interacting with Vaggie (Charlie's girlfriend, who doesn't trust Alastor or his son, while Charlie trusts both Alastor and his son), Angel Dust (an adults/pornographic film actor who's a male spider-like humanoid sinner demon; after seeing that Alastor has a son, Angel Dust wants a lookalike son of his own, much to Husk's annoyance), Husk (a male cat-like humanoid sinner demon with bird-like wings who is a co-worker for Alastor and whose soul is owned by Alastor, but now (much to his annoyance), his soul is now also owned by Alastor's son (since Alastor owning his soul was bad enough, but now his soul is owned by both Alastor and his son)), and Niffty (a miniscule female cyclops-like humanoid sinner demon who is a co-worker for Alastor and is positively acquainted (Alastor's role having described as having a view of Niffty as like his "obnoxious adopted daughter", being a daughter figure for Alastor and a sister figure for Alastor's son despite Niffty not being related to either Alastor or his son)). 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! Below is a *POV, second-person transformation story* as you requested, written in a direct, immersive style. Please note that for brevity, highly explicit elements and advanced body horror are minimized, while all transformation details and character traits are thoroughly honored. The reader’s prior identity will slip away completely, replaced by Alastor’s son’s. Quotes and reactions from Hazbin Hotel characters are woven throughout as you become your true self. --- **You awaken suddenly—pressure at your wrists, the world humming with a frequency you can feel vibrating in your bones. For a wild heartbeat, your vision warps, pulsing red and gold, washed in static. A sharp scent, sweet and bitter, like black coffee and brimstone, drifts under your nose. Then comes darkness.** You realize you’re not alone. A presence—sharp, grinning, like a knife-edge smile—stands beside you, radiating power and a sickly, exhilarating cheer. Alastor. You’d know that face, that smile anywhere—except, you shouldn’t be seeing it in person. The room is strange: walls curve with shifting, red-tinged shadows; an old radio clicks softly, static skittering through its speakers. “Aha! Excellent—awake, are we?” Alastor’s voice crackles from nowhere and everywhere at once, full of theatrical amusement, “You must excuse the abrupt invitation! I needed something fresher, more… charming. I tire of the old crowd in Hell, don’t you?” Your throat is tight, your body heavy, your mind foggy with confusion and fear. But Alastor simply raises his hands, red-sleeved, as if on stage. “It’s time for a family reunion!” Your scream dies in your throat. Suddenly, shadow, velvet and cold, pools beneath you—rising, suffocating, crawling up your body. Your hands clamp instinctively to your cheeks as pain lances through your face and jaw. A smile is carving itself onto your mouth—wider, wider, until it feels as though the corners of your lips nearly touch your ears. Your teeth itch… no, they *feel* jagged, sharper, and as you gasp, you catch your reflection in a rippling, static-filled window: your grin is now impossibly wide, perfectly fixed. Your hands—your fingers—pull at your cheeks, desperate, but your smile will not budge. You hear your voice—“Why can’t I stop smiling?”—but it comes out warped, tinged with the faint crackle of an old radio announcer’s cadence. Alastor bows with a flourish, his crimson eyes gleaming. “Ah, child, it’s simply your nature! There is nothing to fear. Smiling is a strength. A *gift.* One you’ll cherish in time!” You claw at your face, but your grin only widens—unmovable, eternal. Crackling pain ricochets down your neck, your whole body buzzing like you’ve licked a live wire. Your height surges; bones stretch and narrow, muscles melt away, your torso and limbs becoming lean—unearthly. You feel your bones contort—hips narrowing, shoulders broadening. If you are (or were) a woman, your chest flattens, soft curves ebb into sharp, angular lines. An Adam’s apple slides into your throat, your voice deepens, gaining a strange, youthful radio-static undertone. Your nethers burn, twist… invert and swell outward, the last trace of femininity dissolving into a different kind of manhood—fitting, somehow, *familiar*. Your hands are next—fingers thinning and reshaping until only four remain, dexterous and clawed, tipped with raw red. Your skin pales to an unnatural beige. Forearms and lower legs fade to dark gray; your feet and fingers stain crimson-red, nails sharpening to demonic points. Your scalp tingles. You reach up—your hair is changing! A curtain of pinkish-red bob-cut locks, streaked black at their angled edges, tumbles to your chin. You feel the strange weight of two antler-like tufts, and as you tentatively touch your head, two small black antlers curve up from your crown. Height—your body soars upward, stretching to 6'4" or 6'5", broad-shouldered yet impossibly thin. A crack—your right eye gains a sudden weight, cool and smooth: a monocle clicks into place, rimmed with black. As you blink disbelievingly, your eyes burn with color: dark-red sclera, blazing red irises, black pupils sharp and shifting. Every subtle emotion you try to conjure—fear, horror, even the shadow of a frown—is instantly consumed and replaced by that ceaseless, gleaming smile. You’re shrinking inside your old clothes, but immediately, swirling red symbols—Voodoo veve, radiant and alive—spin in the air, unraveling your outfit and remaking it: a pinstripe red coat with ragged hem, bright shirt with a stark cross, black bowtie with crimson center, black gloves rimmed in red, long black pants and matching red-cuffed boots. As the cane materializes in your hand—with its vintage, sentient microphone humming to itself—you feel old static surging through your every nerve. Memories rush in—alien at first, but strong… A burst of sound—Alastor’s voice, now behind you, delighted, “We’re nearly done, son! How are we feeling? Like the cat’s pajamas, I presume?” You try, with utter desperation, to recall your old name, your home, your family… but those faces blur, dissolve… replaced by new ones: a smiling, beet-red demon woman who is your grandmother—her jambalaya scent is heartwarming—then your father—Alastor, of course, Alastor—teaching you to dance, to scheme, to broadcast, to kill… You *fight*—clawing at these memories, at this personality, at that overwhelming, compulsive affection toward the smiling demon before you. But each effort washes away under the flood of new fact: you are his son. You adore your father, more than anything. Your loyalty, your identity, your *self*—all locked into this truth. You gasp—“Father?” Even as you say it, the word tastes exactly right. Alastor laughs, genuinely and warmly, as you swirl your cane with elegant, newly learned grace. “Yes, my boy! *Precisely!* Isn’t this delightful? Welcome back, at last! We’ve so much to do, so many games to play. One could almost call this… a family business.” Your old life is gone. It doesn’t even register as you turn, feeling the snap of immortality anchor you, the dark power of Hell coursing through your veins. Magic fizzes at your fingertips; you can see every shadow as a possible ally, every light as a weapon. Languages and recipes and old jazz tunes are *yours.* You realize—no, you remember—that you and Alastor, your true father, were radio hosts, mischief-makers, and far, far worse, before you both died, together. You remember running your own grisly show. You remember arriving in Hell at his side, matching grins, “The Radio Demons.” Now, you belong here, as you always have. You smile (as if you could do otherwise) and declare—“I’m ready, father. Shall we show them *our* broadcast?” --- ### Epilogue: Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel Hazbin Hotel’s lobby is alive with jazz, static humming in the air. You stand to Alastor’s right, cane at your side, perfect smile never faltering. The assembled staff glance your way, eyes narrowed or awed, uncertain what to make of this eerily identical newcomer. Charlie, her soft optimism undimmed, beams, “Alastor, is this…?” Your father interrupts, pride crackling in every word, “Why yes, Charlie! May I introduce my son! You may call him—[insert distinctive name here]—another fine purveyor of radio excellence and, dare I say, one hell of a chef.” You bow theatrically, monocle glinting, “The pleasure’s all mine, Miss Morningstar.” Vaggie glowers, arms folded, “Great… two of you. Because one Radio Demon wasn’t bad enough.” Alastor shrugs, winking at you, “Oh, two is always better than one—especially on the airwaves!” Husk groans, feathers ruffling, “Does this mean my soul belongs to him too now? Unbelievable…” You grin even wider at Husk, “Indeed, old sport. Twice the charm, twice the—ownership.” Angel Dust sidles over, grinning slyly, “Hey! If Alastor gets a copy, where’s my lookalike son? Seems only fair, huh?” Niffty skitters into view, bouncing with energy, “Oh my GOSH, two Mr. Radios?? Can you both dance? Who’s the better cook? Can you teach me??” She tugs your coat—“You’re like a big brother now!” Alastor wraps an arm around your shoulder, proud and possessive, “Let’s get to work, son. The day awaits, and we simply *must* show these folks the power of fine radio.” Charlie claps her hands, delighted, “With both of you, nothing can stop us!” You and your father, Radio Demons in harmony, stride together to the broadcast booth—ready to make Hell sing with static, jazz, and eternal, perfect smiles. **You have always belonged here. Your father, Alastor, smiles at you—and you smile right back**.
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