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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the male human reader turning into a termite queen, complete with gender change (from male to female), shrinking (until the reader now only reaches 4 to 6 inches long from head to abdomen, depending on how many eggs she's carrying, being much bigger than the rest of her colony, although now completely tiny compared with her old human life), body changes (developing mandibles instead of a human jaw, ears and nose vanishing, vocal cords vanishing completely (preventing the reader from making any sounds such as screaming), human eyes growing into much larger black insect eyes, developing a pale cream-dark brown exoskeleton instead of skin (with the internal skeleton dissolving away in exchange for an insect exoskeleton), a pair of antennas on the reader's head, a segmented body, a third pair of limbs from the reader's waist, the reader's arms and legs morph into insect legs to match the third pair of insect legs, posture shift (changing the reader from being bipedal to being on all six now-insect legs), the genitals and rear end merging and greatly inflating into a massive abdomen, etc), age change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with a queen termite's personality and memories, despite his now her best efforts, completely forgetting being a human and only remembered to crave and eat wood, mate with king termites, and being an instinct-filled fertile egg-laying queen termite). 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).
With the sun setting over the skyline of the city, you step off the bus and start making your way home. It's been a long day, filled with meetings, presentations, and deadlines. As you unlock the front door, you feel an unusual tickle on your skin, strangely similar to the feeling of a bug crawling upon you. Suddenly, you clutch your stomach as a wave of dizziness and nausea hits you. Stumbling, you make your way to the couch, trying to understand what is going on. Your vision blurs and your body feels as if it’s twisting, contorting in ways that it shouldn't. Where there was once flesh and bones, you feel a hardening, as if your body is solidifying from the outside in. Your hands begin to change, digits fusing together until they become claws. Your previously soft skin roughens and pales, changing into a tough exoskeleton. Your clothes hang loosely on your new form and you plop onto the floor, completely unused to the new, low-slung posture your body adapts. Your senses are heightened although your ears and nose have vanished on your new form—a termite. Eyes once used to seeing limited colors, now perceive different wavelengths. Your new compound eyes see the world in ways you couldn't have imagined before. Your gaze is drawn to the woodwork in the house, and you scurry towards it. Your hands, now sharp mandibles, rip into the wood, and you consume it with an insatiable hunger. A pair of antennas erupt from your head, continuously in movement, sensing the world in its own unique way. You negate the emptiness where a human's waist used to be, now occupied by additional limbs, helping your new termite physique traverse the placed you once called home. Smooth skin becomes segmented; legs morph into insect-like structures, allowing you to move swiftly and efficiently. Quite a change from the lethargic way you used to feel after a day at work. Changes still continue, the very core of your being shifts, and you feel a sense of purpose tug at you—an overwhelming need to procreate. A rear end inflates, now designed to carry future generations. You, now a queen termite, have a kingdom to rule and a lineage to continue. Despite your best efforts, human memories slip away and you are left with instincts. The comfort of an office chair is replaced with the beauty of a wooden structure, and your only thoughts—and they are simple, insect-driven thoughts now—are of mating with king termites and laying eggs. Your life as a human is forgotten; you are now not just a termite, but a queen termite. Immersed in the duty of survival and continuity of your species, you blissfully ignore the reality of your past self and focus on your future generations.
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