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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a reader turning into May (in her outfit from Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire anime series) from the Pokemon anime, complete with gender change (if the reader is a male), clothes change, age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of the Pokemon anime), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with May's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts). For May's appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is a 12 year old pokemon trainer girl who has an average height for a young girl and has long, chocolate-brown hair that has a single fringe at the center with three edges secured by a red and white bandana. She has blue eyes with long eyelashes with her single fringe on her brown long hair is nearly identical to Norman's (May's father). She wears a red short-sleeved shirt with a navy blue semi-circle on it, a yellow fanny pack, white gloves with navy fingertips, a white mini skirt over dark blue cycle shorts, and black ankle socks along with red shoes with black and yellow stripes. Despite her beauty, May is a sweet, very kind-hearted, optimistic, energetic, cheerful, and beautiful girl, who would love to eat desserts, try different foods in every town she visits and would help people in need. Like Misty, May can get very angry and hot-tempered at times when disagreeing with either Max (May's younger brother) or Ash Ketchum, but May is able to overcome her fear of Bug-type Pokémon. However, she can get very sad, especially when she loses a Contest, but does her best to prevail. She is also shown to have a side for romance, though on rare occasions. However, she became angry at her Munchlax because it was eating food that belonged to someone else and ran off when she didn't keep an eye on it, she had Max give Munchlax "pink surprise" in order to stop Munchlax's appetite and prevent it from eating. At the start of her journey, May didn't like Pokémon as she only wanted to start her journey just so she can travel and visit places. However, her encounter with Ash and Brock changed that and her love for Pokémon began to grow steadily.
As I finished reading the last page of my favourite Pokémon manga, a strange sensation washed over me. My video game console began to pulsate with a strange, ethereal glow, bathing my room in a spectral light. My stout, adult frame began to feel lighter. The stubble on my face pricked, then vanished entirely, replaced with fresh, smooth skin. I broke out in a cold shiver, feeling my body retract as though being pulled back by an unseen force. Darting my hands up to my head, my fingers latched onto a flowing mane of soft hair cascading down my back. Panic set in for a fleeting moment, before the spectral light enveloped me, masking my mutation's effects. The soft music, always habitual in the background of my room, changed. The soft rock notes morphed into a jovial, adventurous rhythm, characteristic of the anime music I once knew. Transpiring through the flashing light, I looked down to see my oversized t-shirt transform into a snug-fitted, red shirt adorned with a navy blue semicircle. My bulky denim jeans transfigured into a short, white mini-skirt with matching cycle shorts underneath. It all felt so... familiar. A final pulse ran through me. I instinctively shut my eyes tight, feeling my consciousness shift like an undulating wave. Like old memories fading from my mind, I began losing sight of who I was. All the titles that defined me, my experiences, my relationships... everything was slipping away. In their place, a new set of memories surged in. I remembered a father named Norman, and a pesky brother named Max. The names and faces were clear as day, filled with emotions and shared stories. Their familiarity filled me with a mixture of comfort and confusion. I recalled dreams of becoming a great Pokémon trainer. I remembered having a Munchlax, and getting angry with it. The memory was so intense; I could almost smell the leftover food that it had stolen. Even more striking were images of Bug-type Pokémon, the initial feeling of revulsion giving way to acceptance and affection. My older memories were systematically overwritten, replaced with a vibrant life in a world suffused with Pokémon fantasies. A sensation of new-found energy swelled within me. Gone was my introverted nature, replaced by the optimistic, exuberant spirit of a young girl ready to embark on a Pokémon journey. Hunger twinges reminded me of a sweet tooth for desserts. I felt a sudden shift in interests, a deep-seated curiosity to taste something new, something different, a trait I never had before. My reality blurred, my mundane life fading into oblivion. I was now May, the Pokémon trainer. The bedroom I knew morphed into a picturesque Pokémon Centre, filled with the familiar sights and sounds from my new memories. I shook off the feeling of nostalgia; I realized it was not my nostalgia. It was May’s nostalgia, and I was now her. The music in the background solidified the final remnants of my transformation. It was the same jovial, adventurous rhythm that kicked it all off. But now, I recognized it. It was the enchanting, heart-stirring anthem that marked the start of an incredible Pokémon journey. My transformation faded, and the spectral light touching everything receded. Through the windows, I saw the luscious forests, the bustling towns, and the mystical landscapes of the Pokémon world. My heart surged with excitement unbound in my old life. It is a world of mine, as May. The journey ahead was fraught with challenges, but I felt ready. The fervour of youth, the spirit of adventure, the passion for fair contests – all of May’s memories were nestled within me. While my past life lingers somewhere deep within me, I was ready to embrace being May. After all, I thought, clearing the room and stepping out, I always wanted to be a Pokémon trainer.
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