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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height progression, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (unnaturally thin), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story is that Alastor is getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson (plus he wanted a twin brother)) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone in both body and mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending them off), thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are 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).
Your evening was going just as you'd planned – a quiet night at home with your favorite animated series, Hazbin Hotel. Your eyes were glued to the screen as Alastor, the dapper radio demon, worked his charms onscreen. In your mind, he was still just a character on a show, a personification of wickedness and sophistication wrapped in the guise of a demon. Suddenly, the image on the screen started to twist and contort. To your disbelief, Alastor stepped out of the screen, into your living room. The radio demon was as charmingly dapper in the flesh as he was in the animation — alarming, to say the least. “Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” Alastor chuckled, his voice dripping with the accent you recognized so well. Shaking and stumbling back, you slammed into the wall. Bewildered and frightened, your mind was flooded with a thousand questions, but fear overtook you, and you couldn't make a sound. Taking notice of your fear, Alastor, with a broad grin, grabbed your arm. His touch was cold, bony, and it sent shivers down your spine. “Off we go to teach you a valuable lesson.” Before you could struggle or protest, a swirl of red magic engulfed you both, and your room faded into oblivion, replaced by the grim yet vibrant world of Hazbin Hotel. Alastor released your arm, and you took a step back. “Welcome to my world,” he declared with a certain delight in his voice. Glancing around, you took in your new surroundings – a harsh, unrelenting land full of sinners and redemption seekers. “Now, let’s make you a little more... suited for your new home.” Alastor's words hung in the air, dense with a meaning you did not yet grasp. Suddenly, you felt a surge of heat coursing through your veins. Your clothes shredded and disappeared, replaced by a red pinstripe suit, identical to Alastor's. You tried to resist the changes, but your efforts were futile. A high collar shirt materialized on your chest, followed by black gloves and pointed-toe boots. A black-tied bow with a bright red center wrapped itself around your neck. Your armpits itched and ached, sprouting black-tipped hair; your head was no different, bob cut hair growing, its ends black-tipped. Sharp, canine-like teeth pushed through your gums, while your pupils stretched, morphing into thin, and circular forms. Silky horns sprouted from your temples, black-tipped and frightening. You felt your muscles contorting, extending, thinning out to Alastor's stature, but your struggle was meaningless. Reality began to blur as your body continued its painful transformation. But the worst part was the essence of Alastor seeping into your mind, his memories, personality — everything seeping in, pushing away your own. You tried to cling onto your precious memories, but they faded, replaced by Alastor's memories. “No!” you tried to scream, but the voice that came out was as smooth and vintage as an old-timey radio presenter's. With each passing moment, your resistance became futile. You were no longer yourself. You were Alastor, both in body and mind, a permanent transformation you couldn't fight. Finally, the transformation process ceased, and your surroundings became clear. You weren’t you anymore, standing tall at about seven feet, looking down at your fellow residents with a broad smile you couldn’t wipe off your face. Indeed, you weren't you anymore. You'd become Alastor, the Radio Demon.
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