**The Awakening of a Gardevoir**

Certainly! Here’s your POV transformation story, told entirely in the second-person, with direct sensory language to put you right in the experience, and including character thoughts and dialogue as requested: --- The world around you feels oddly stretchy, as if reality itself is a sheet of rubber that’s being pulled taut. One moment, you’re standing in your apartment, the next, a prickling tingles into your skin, as though your entire body is waking up from a numb sleep. “W-what the—?” you mumble aloud, but your voice… is higher, almost melodic. You glance down quickly, but you find your view blocked by what seems to be yards of soft, white fabric that billows and flows around your frame. The pattern of your jeans and t-shirt seem to melt away, replaced with a sweeping gown—no, not a dress, but something ethereal, part of you. Your hands shoot to your chest, only to find your fingers are impossibly slender, elongated, and a deep, forest green. You scrabble at your body, but there’s no flesh, only smooth, cool surface—a strange blade-like growth of crimson protruding from your chest and another from your back. “Wha—What’s happening to m-me?!” you cry out, trying to say the words, but they stutter from your lips, garbled. “G-gar… Garde… Gardevoir…? Voi…?” A wave of dizziness overtakes you. You try to blink, but your face is mostly obscured by a curtain of green ‘hair’ that’s grown in, cascading next to your eyes—huge, impossibly pink. As the transformation ripples over you, you feel your frame pull inward, shrinking—5'11" quickly turning into 5'8", then 5'3". Your bones feel lighter, but you’re supported, almost weightless; the lower half of your body tapers into slender, white limbs without feet, hidden beneath your gown. Panic rises in you, and you rush to the nearest reflective surface—your bathroom mirror. You catch a glimpse: a humanoid, sylph-like being, with no sign of your old self. Your mouth tries desperately to form words: “Help! I—What—My name is—” but the words tumble out, alien and rearranged. “Garde… Gar… Voi… Gar…” Your mind sputters through memories: family, work, old friends. But it’s harder to picture their faces. Each thought, like a house built on sand, drops away. In their place, a slow, comforting tide of new thoughts rises up: images of sun-dappled forests, winding rivers, a close-knit group of your own kind swirling around you in a dance. Your thoughts start slipping away as you struggle: *No! Can’t forget! Remember… Home… My name is—* But your “home” means something different now: a lush, verdant glade, soft grass beneath you, the warmth of others’ emotions intertwining with your own. Your name? It’s a gentle, echoing ripple of feeling, a wordless chorus in your mind. All attempts at human language break apart: “My—my voice! Garde… gard—gardev… Garde… Gardevoir…” Reality itself wavers—the bathroom dissolves, replaced by tall, emerald grasses and distant hills. Trees sway gently in the wind. The sky is a shade of blue somehow richer than you’ve ever known. You see a human girl approach—a familiar presence, your Trainer. She kneels, her hands open, kindness radiating from her. “Hey, Gardevoir! You’re okay? I felt your aura pulse just now.” Emotions chime through your mind—a tapestry of loyalty, warmth, and the fierce need to protect. You reach out to her, wanting to reassure, but only a soft, melodic “Gardevoi~r!” escapes your lips, filling the air with a song-like resonance. You want to tell her everything you once were, but there is nothing left in your mind to tell. All that remains is a gentle sense of devotion, and a new selfhood that is strongly, clearly—female. The thought isn’t uncomfortable, but rather peaceful, like sliding into a perfectly fitted role. You sense her relief and happiness, and it fills you with joy. She smiles, petting your green hair. “Thank you for protecting me, Gardevoir. I promise I’ll look after you, too.” You bow your head gracefully, your long arms flowing like ribbon. “Gardevoir… Gardev~oi…” Your voice is soft and warm, communication clear despite the new language. Everything that was before is gone—there is only the feeling of your gown, the gentle call of your Trainer, and the certainty that you belong here, as you have always belonged. --- **End.**

You wake up in a gentle grove, the air warm and filled with the soft hum of nearby Water-type Pokémon. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you look around, disoriented. This isn't your room—you're in some kind of lush, tranquil forest. As you try to stand up, you're surprised by how much closer the ground seems. Your heart races as you glance down at yourself. "This... this can't be real..." But it is. Your hands are no longer human hands. They're long, slender, and green. You run them over your body, touching the distinct horn-like blade on your chest, and feel an identical one on your back. "What's happening to me?" You attempt to speak, but what comes out isn't English. "Gar... Gardevoir..." Panic floods you. You need to find a mirror or reflective water. Staggering to your feet—pointed tips where your feet used to be—you nearly trip. Your long, flowing white gown, incredibly light and soft, now drapes over your form, hiding any semblance of legs. Exploring the forest, you spot a pond in the distance. Each step feels lighter, almost like you're floating. Kneeling by the water's edge, you see your reflection—a female Gardevoir staring back. Large pink eyes filled with worry, most of your face obscured by elegant, green 'hair.' "No! This isn't who I am!" You scream internally, but "Garde... gardevoir..." is all that escapes your lips. Memories of your old life begin to waver, flickering like a dying ember. You try to hold on: your family, your friends, your human identity. But they slip away, replaced by new memories—your group in the wild, caring for young ones, the powerful feelings and emotions of those around you. "It's not possible... I'm not...," you think, but your thoughts feel fuzzy, blurred by an encroaching new personality. You feel loyalty, a willingness to protect and sacrifice for those you trust, surging like an innate instinct. The identity of 'you' as a Gardevoir solidifies more and more. The forest around you feels less alien, more like home. The noises that were initially strange now sound familiar. The real world you knew shifts, dimming into the vibrant, animated world of the Pokémon anime. "No, I can't forget..." But already, your human memories are vanishing, as if they never existed. Who were you? You can't quite grasp it anymore. A fellow Gardevoir appears, communicating in affectionate tones, "Gardevoir, Garde." You respond in return, speaking naturally, fluidly, "Gardevoir." You stand together looking out over the pond, and a serene peace settles over you. Any remnants of your former life are gone, forgotten entirely. You are a female Gardevoir now, true to your nature, with your human life a distant echo that you can no longer hear. Feeling a surge of loyalty and a sense of purpose, you know you are ready to find a Trainer, to trust and protect with all your being. Fully embracing your new reality, you glide through the world of Pokémon, determined to see what the future holds. The transformation is complete, irreversible. You are, and forever will be, a Gardevoir.