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Question: Write a transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 6 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), 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 attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, 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 Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to 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 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 preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, 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 story began in a world just like ours. A little boy of just 6 years old was reading his favorite comic book, "Hazbin Hotel". In these pages, Angel "Anthony" Dust, a crossdressing spider-demon was his favorite character. He admired the character's freedom, confidence, and rebellious spirit. One day, as he lay reading in his bed, a sudden shock sent shivers down his spine. He dropped the book, and as he picked it up, noticed an odd glow emanating from the pages. He tried to scream for his parents, but the glow consumed him, warping his reality. His surroundings began to fade - his room, his toys, his world morphing into a darker one, a world where sinners roamed, and demons enjoyed a vivid afterlife. A world much like Hell. Surprised and scared, the young boy stood up, only to realize his stature had changed, his body grown to a fearsome eight feet. His once soft hands turned into slender appendages, and bright pink fur sprouted from his body. He noticed an additional set of arms, slightly hidden but still noticeable. Those ordinary brown eyes turned to an enchanting cerise pink, and his right and left eyes adopted light yellow and dark sclera's respectively. His clothes started to change into a light pink suit-blazer, miniskirt, and long thigh-high heeled boots, completing his transformation. He couldn't believe it. He mirrored the exact appearance of Angel Dust, the comic hero he admired. His mentality started to change drastically next. Once a friendly, empathetic, and kind-hearted boy, he started developing harsh characteristics. His innocent jovial nature replaced with a brash and sarcastic wit, laced with bad language and fast humour. He always relished helping his friends, but now he was keeping acquaintances at bay, using a flippant and callous attitude as a cover to secure his true emotions. Despite the sudden surge of these unusual feelings and traits, he tried to resist them. He dialed his parents' number repeatedly, but with each failed call, his memories of them and his past life faded. He was defeated, powerless, as his new persona took over. His attempts bore no fruit, and he eventually accepted his fate, resigned to the reality that he was no longer a part of the mortal world he knew. He became Angel Dust, fully engrossed in his new world, complete with new tendencies and preferences. Now he found solace in pranks and scraps, comforted by undesirable drugs. He learned to embrace this unexpected reality, painting a self-assured and excessively confident facade to hide his vulnerabilities. "Guess this is it, huh? No past, no remembrance of those old baby pictures mom loved so much," he pondered, noticing that his voice adopted the distinct New York accent he had only ever heard from the comic's character. Despite the harsh and reckless behavior, he found that a small part of his old self still struggled to break through the new façade. An underlying disparity remained, yearning for the love he had lost as he tried to adapt to the cynical world that was now his reality. Emotions welled up within the newfound Angel Dust as he surveyed his surroundings, forever stuck in his favorite comic but at the cost of his past, his family, and his identity. "I ain't ever known another life," Angel Dust whispered as he strided into the depths of Hell, leaving behind the mortal world, and fully embracing his new identity. His transformation was complete, irreversible, and permanent. In the end, the boy was no more; there was only Angel Dust, ever flamboyant, ever conflicted, and ready to face the unending afterlife.
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