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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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 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). Due to the reader's changing personality (in which his personality is becoming more child-like, just like all fairies), he starts to smile and is giggling due to his emerging happiness despite being scared of losing his mortal/human memories and personality (he tries to stop smiling or giggling and show fear, but this is futile and he continues to giggle and smile). 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, 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 and his life as a joyous fairy with child-like happiness, child-like joy, 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. 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 museum loomed over you, a vault of antiquity and knowledge. As you wandered through the silent corridors, a bookshelf caught your eye. You pulled out a book, its title "Mythical Creatures of Medieval Era". Your fingers ran over the timeworn cover before flipping it open. Suddenly, a blinding light erupted from the pages, growing into a swirling maelstorm of arcane energy. Your heart hammered as the world faded away, replaced by a cascade of light. The energy receded, yet everything felt different. As if you'd been twisted, reshaped. A glance downwards revealed a tunic, glistening an otherworldly green, draping over your body. Glancing at your arms, they were leaner and more muscular. Your fingers danced across your face, brushing against long and tapering ears, your cheeks softer, devoid of whiskers. Panic surged within you, a horrific realization dwarfing your earlier anxiety. What was happening to you? You rushed to a nearby pond, your reflection unfamiliar, ethereal. Your face was strikingly handsome, a visage of supernatural appeal. A shock of long, shimmering hair cascaded down your back. Turning around, you nearly stumbled at the sight of luminescent wings, akin to an insect's, sprouting from your back. A surge of innate instinct prompted you to flex these newfound appendages. Ajerking movements at first, then a slow and elegant flutter. Utter disbelief consumed you as your feet left off the ground, hovering above it. With every beat of your wings, you felt a tickle of euphoria. The world suddenly towered above you. You were tiny, barely the size of a thumb, lost in the blades of grass that rose like redwoods around you. Tears welled within your eyes. A reality shift was unfolding. Your own language morphed, twisted, dismantled until it was replaced by eloquent yet foreign utterances. You tried to speak, calling out for help, yet the words that left your mouth were not English but the sonorous melodies of fairy lore. “I need to remember the English…", you thought, but every word of language you once knew was now foreign. Memories of your human life started to fade, the vibrant images blurring into meaningless shapes. You tried to fight, but the emerging memories: a life in a fairy vale, the crisp scent of morning dew, the melody of evening lullabies, they overtook, erasing every trace of a mundane and mortal life. A new name fluttered on your tongue, old yet familiar. Suddenly, a comfortingly familiar presence floated towards you: a female fairy radiating kindness. As she stepped closer, recognition sparked within you. “Remember, love. Remember who we are. Your human life was just a dream.” her voice whispered, carrying warmth and tranquility. With a nod, you realized that she is your wife, your love. As if waking from a dream, you truly noticed the world around you. A joyful giggle bubbled within you, authentic happiness dispatching the last vestige of your earlier horror. Turning towards your fairy wife, you held her hand. Despite the turmoil that you had endured, a genuine smile spread on your face. It felt right, it felt like home. “I remember now,” you murmured, your voice echoing the infallible fidelity of the fairy language “I remember us…” She smiled up at you and for the first time, you stopped trying to fight. This is who you are, a fairy, undeniably, irrevocably.
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