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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 just like all fairies (who are all also insect-sized), 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 effortlessly, 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 and calling 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, as well as his English language (which is now completely foreign to him), 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). During this time and due to the reader's changing personality (in which his personality is becoming more child-like, just like all fairies), to his horror and without his previous consent, he starts to genuinely smile and he is truly giggling due to his emerging child-like happiness despite being scared (at the same time) of losing his mortal/human memories and personality (he tries to stop smiling as well as attempting to stop giggling and tries to cry and show fear instead, but all of this is futile and he continues to giggle, smile, and becoming happier and he is enjoying it, all of it against his will). While that is happening and to aid in the now-fairy reader's transforming mind and his increasingly-childlike personality, a female fairy (who also has child-like personality like all fairies) from a nearby fairy village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader 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, telling him that his human life was only a dream, 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 (being completely fictional unlike the reality of medieval fantasy) and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, child-like joy, child-like innocence, child-like curiosity, 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. Not only that, but there should be quotes in fairy language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those fairy's words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic. 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).
Your routine path through life took an unexpected turn as you entered a musty museum for an idle pursuit of knowledge. Among the myriad artifacts and old books, an alluring manuscript caught your attention. It was as if a magnetic force emanated from its medieval creature-inspired cover, whispering promises of ancient epochs gone by. Maybe it was curiosity, or perhaps you were drawn by the hands of destiny itself, but you decided to flip open the cover. Suddenly, you were engulfed by an otherworldly, blinding light. A myriad of sensations coursed through your entire being - every muscle, vessel, sinew, and neuron undergoing an unexplainable metamorphosis. As your vision cleared, every visitation from the mirror painted a slowly transforming picture of an average man transforming into a creature straight out of a medieval fantasy tale. You were fracturing into a million pieces, only to reform into something fresh and unrecognizable to the human world. You were becoming a fairy, a male with an ethereal handsomeness that would make poets envious. Pale skin as smooth as marble replaced your human texture, almost glowing under sunlight. Familiar broad shoulders further thinned and leaned into an athletic build of a sprite, strength enclosed in seemingly frailty. Almost painfully, you felt your ears elongate and shape into graceful, pointed ends. In the mirror, you glimpsed long and breathtaking insect-like wings flutter on your back, shimmering in hues that can't be named in human speech - hues captured in twilight skies and dreams. Before your human mind could fully make sense of what was happening, the shift had gone deeper - into your memory, your personality, and the very fabric of who you were. Fear washed over you as this new form seemed to invite thoughts, images, and feelings not of your own. Your mind was a battleground as these unbidden recollections flowed through you. You felt your human identity being pushed aside, replaced by the whimsical, carefree spirit of a fairy. "Urilamin!" you spoke - a word not English but familiar, comforting. Panicked, you tried again, choking out an incoherent mix of human and fairy speech. You screamed, not for help, but in the horror of comprehension. Trying to force English from your mouth was an alien endeavor, making no sense to your fast transforming mind. Sobbing and shaking, you swayed, felt the beat of your wings flap instinctively, drawing the air to your will. An incredulous giggle escaped you, your cries distorted into laughter as your new fairy-self overpowered your old human persona. "Ilin tye nolla," a soft, entrancing voice whispered behind you. The words were musical, soothing and utterly familiar. A tender hand enclosed yours - a female fairy with a beaming smile, her eyes sparkling with an unsaid understanding. She embraced you, a song that sounded like a lullaby echoing in the forest surrounding you. Despite your internal struggle, you felt a warm feeling spread through your heart. Unconsciously, you listened, understood, slowly breaching the fog of your dual existence. Her lullaby was your lullaby, her joy was your joy, and her words were yours. This Forest, this world, was not alien, but a homecoming. The human memories were like a dream receding, a dream that was ephemeral and pale in comparison to your living, breathing reality. Forget your past, and embrace your true existence, as the fairy husband to your wife and a resident of a magical world filled with fantastical creatures. English words their meanings started to remain vague, not unlike forgotten dreams once woken from. Your wife was humming, saying those words again. The human fear that had you in a chokehold slowly dissolved, replaced by an affinity so overwhelming it brought tears to your eyes. "Ilin tye nolla," she reminded, and you nodded, now bathing in joyous abandon. You are a fairy, and it is "You are at home." And indeed, it felt like you have finally come home.
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