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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a male fairy (from medieval fantasy) complete with a fairy tunic, long and pointy elf-like ears, long insect-like fairy wings on his back, thin and lean yet athletic body, handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however), pale skin, and long hair, complete with age change, shrinking (until the reader is literally tiny like all fairies, about the size of an insect like all fairies, making the entire world around gigantic compared to him now), supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal, forever youthful, and having an ability to literally fly, thanks to his newfound fairy wings), language shift (changing from English to a fairy's language (which is a type of elven language), yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as fairies, elves, goblins (the fairies' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a fairy's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human and only remember being a fairy). The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to a fairy's language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, but to no avail and all he said are fairy's words), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging fairy's memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era fairy (complete with a new name fitting for a fairy, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind, a female fairy from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into a fairy himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, quietly singing a fairy's lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (a fairy and a husband to the female fairy who's comforting him), making the reader realize that the fairy woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the fairy reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous and mundane human life was only a dream and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, child-like joy, and child-like wonder (like all fairies) is his only true life, having enjoyed being with his fairy wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa), he has married centuries ago. 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).
The world around you shifts into a spectrum of chromatic brilliance as you open the aged, worn-out book entitled, Mystique: The Mythical Creatures of Yore. Your heart pounds in your chest, the reality you know hastily fading away in a sphere of blinding light. An intense tingling sensation resonates throughout your body and you gasp, grasping onto the sturdy museum showcase to keep your footing. Suddenly, your clothes are no longer the comfortable jeans and shirt you'd worn earlier. Instead, they morph into a silky, ethereal tunic, the air humming with energy around you as your body slims down, your muscles becoming lean yet athletic. Your gaze stumbles upon your own reflection in the polished showcase glass, astonishment threading your gasp. The face staring back is impossibly handsome, ethereal features adorned by luminously pale skin. Your hair lengthens into a cascade, reaching down your back as two elongated, insect-like wings sprout from your shoulder blades, glinting in the newly dawned light. Your average-sized world spins and distorts, objects expanding at an alarming pace while your body refuses to stop shrinking. The surroundings morph, the museum dissolving around you; in its stead emerges a medieval fantasy world, the colors more vibrant, the buildings groaning with age and history, and a sense of magic underlies everything. A bizarre sensation knits your brows together – a change in cognition. Your memories, those fragments of your identity, begin to erase themselves, replaced by the echoes of a fictional life as a fairy. Fear knots in your chest as understanding of what is happening dawns. "No, this isn’t right…” You begin to argue, your plea dissolving into an unintelligible string of elvish words mid-sentence. Frantically, you try to grab hold of your human English, but the familiar tongue eludes you. You’re left in an overwhelming sense of dread, tears pricking in your eyes as you start to forget about your old life, your human life. A soft touch on your arm pulls your attention to a stunning female fairy. Her eyes are warm and comforting, as if she understands your turmoil. “It’s okay, love,” she murmurs, her fairy's language now feeling strangely comforting. It takes a moment to grasp that your newfound cognition comprehends her words perfectly. Her lullaby permeates the air, calming your frightened heart, grounding you into this new reality. Memories flood your mind, filled with centuries of love, companionship with this caring, empathetic woman. Realizing that she is your wife brings an unexpected relief. As she holds you in her arms, singing you a soothing lullaby, you gradually accept that you are not losing a life, but reconnecting with a life you belonged to from the very beginning. Finally, you allow acceptance to wash over you; acceptance for the ethereal wings, the handsome face, your ageless body, the romance of centuries with the woman you are now certain is your beloved wife. Laughing, you twirl her around in your arms, marveling at the weightless feeling your wings now provide. She laughs along, vowing to stick with you, as the two of you take flight into the evening sky of your newfound home. Welcome home, to your life as a medieval fairy of joy, of innocence, of immortality. Welcome home, to a world where your heartbeat syncs with the rustling leaves and the whispering wind. Embrace your identity, for you are a fairy now, destined to live with magic, love, and a sense of tranquility.
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