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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader turning into a paleo-accurate Utahraptor, which is bulky compared with many other dromaeosaurs and has a full coat of feathers, correct hand posture (unable to pronate wrists unlike the reader himself/herself), and no shrink-wrapping. The reader who is becoming a scientifically accurate Utahraptor should stay in the modern world and keep his/her personality and memories, just being stuck in the body of a Utahraptor.
You sit at your desk, a mug of hot cocoa cradled between your hands. Glancing around, you relish the feeling of the cold night outside contrasted with the comforting warmth of your home. It's a typical night like any night, until you start feeling... odd. A gentle tingle pricks your skin, the sensation similar to a limb falling asleep. You try to shake it off, attributing it to the cold, but the feeling only intensifies. Suddenly, your fingers stiffen, refusing to move. You watch in alarm as the fingers rearrange themselves, digits fusing and shortening. Your skin toughens, morphs into a more robust texture, akin to scales. On the back of your hands, soft films of feather begin to grow out, shimmering oddly in the dim light. Your wrist flexibility wanes, locking in a position that is much more... birdlike. You can't rotate them to a palm-down position anymore. You stand, knocking over your chair in panic, but your height rapidly increases. The world seems to shrink around you, the ceiling coming closer while your legs expand and thicken, the muscles bulging visibly beneath your clothes. Your toes follow the transformation your fingers went through, three of them elongating and forming sharp claws instinctively twitching, while another moves to be a sickle claw at the back. Your clothes rip and shred under the rapid growth. Feathers erupt from your skin, covering your elongating body in a mix of browns, greys and whites, creating beautiful patterns that shimmer every time you move. Your senses sharpen dramatically; you can hear the scurrying mice in the walls, smell the fresh rain falling outside from miles away, see the individual fibers in the carpet. Your face elongates into a snout, lined with rows of sharp teeth. A high, hunting screech tears itself from your throat. Still, the fear subsides as your body finally settles, the transformation is over. You're not a monstrous misshapen being. You look more like a beautiful bird of prey...in fact, you realize. You're a Utahraptor. The memory of your transformation fades, leaving only your sense of self intact. Despite the dramatic physical changes, you're still you. Your thoughts, your emotions, your memories all remain, your inner self contained within the form of a prehistoric predator. You might be an Utahraptor now, an apex predator with a threatening stature. But you are a Utahraptor with your own personality, retaining what makes you, 'you.' It's a strange new world you're facing now, but with your unyielding spirit, you're certain you can adapt. And who knows, this new life might be an extraordinary adventure you'd never want to miss.
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