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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader turning into Pennywise the Dancing Clown from the It 2017 film, complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age progression, height progression, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with Pennywise's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts). For Pennywise's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a pale white clown face with funny tufts of red hair on either side of his otherwise-bald head, a big clown smile painted over his mouth and he wears a pair of white gloves. He also wears a gray suit with great big orange button-like pom poms with features, including orange-red pompoms on his pointy shoes coming from medieval and Victorian clothing styles. A pitiless, unreasonable, cowardly, and completely heartless sadist, he is a bully and monster right to his very core. Not only is he a deadly and dangerous predator who enjoys devouring his prey (even and especially children, as they are easier to both trick and frighten), but he enjoys toying and "bullying" his victims, terrifying them, tormenting them, and harassing them before finally slaughtering them as fear "floods the body and salts the meat", according to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch the simple red balloon float towards you. An inexplicable sense of foreboding washing over you, you tentatively reach out and pluck it from the air. Suddenly, a searing pain hits you as your body begins to seize violently. What's happening?! For a moment, you remember being young, innocent - what were you, 25, 26 years old? But those numbers soon seem small, insignificant. Time stretches out, elongates, and you feel yourself aging beyond your human years, gravitating towards an ageless existence. Your once youthful skin slowly fades in color until it's pale, nearly translucent. Your body contorts, your height escalating dramatically. You feel your spine stretch like taffy, your body assuming proportions far from your former image. As the pain from these changes subsides, your fingers brush against your scalp, only to find thin patches of wild, red hair sprouting on either side of your head - your hairline receding to a comical bareness. Caught in the reflection of a nearby mirror, you see your face morph grotesquely. A big clown smile twisting and stretching across your face, lips splayed wide, with sharply-pointed teeth hiding behind them. Once slender fingers expand into bulbous extensions as they're encased in white gloves, matching the garishness of your new face. Your gaze is drawn downwards as you feel fabric gather around your figure. You're covered in a gray suit. The attire is outlandishly extravagant, with large, bright orange pom-poms dotting along it. As if on-incorporated, your mind conjures up images of medieval jesters and Victorian-era harlequins. Your mind whirls as memories, experiences, and emotions not your own seep into your consciousness. You fight against it, but it's a losing battle as your initial fear is replaced with a terrifying, cruel delight - a thirst for fear from others. The innocence of children, the taste of their fear... it lures you, grips you, draws you in. Suddenly, you're not you anymore. Are you? Was there ever a you? No, you were always IT. You were always Pennywise. Your lips curl, forming a devilish grin. "Time to float," you whisper, the voice an eery echo of your own. A chilling note of glee seeps into your tone. Your vision blurs with the images of luring innocent kids, watching their faces fill with terror, savoring the taste of their fear. As you tower before the mirror, taking in the sight of your transformation, you feel a surge of monstrous delight. Pennywise the Dancing Clown is here - and you are him. This is your new reality, terrifyingly grotesque and alarmingly exciting. Where once stood an average human now resides a heartless, shape-shifting entity from a world unknown. There’s nothing left to do but... "Dance. Dance. Dance!" the words leave your lips in a chilling growl, laughter bubbling from within, your body swaying to morbid tunes only you could hear. And so, what once was familiar, a warm and loving persona, transformed into the embodiment of fear, a cruel and heartless tormentor - a monster for eternity. Welcome to your new life as Pennywise, The Dancing Clown.
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