A Transformation Story of the Reader Turning into a Housefly Female

Your day started out as usual and now, with no rhyme or reason, a peculiar sensation has begun to course through your body. You feel incredibly light and as though you’re shrinking. You look down, expecting to see your typical human form, and are stunned to see your body slowly altering. Your feet, sticking to the surfaces you touch, are sprouting sticky protrusions, allowing you to scale heights you never before could. You experience a tightening sensation in your chest, almost like you're out of breath. Suddenly, an ethereal pair of wings sprouts from your back, fluttering delicately. They're almost transparent but glimmer with minute veins running through them. Glancing at your hands, they begin to shrink and contort. The nails disappear and the fingers join together, gradually hardening into a proboscis. You frantically wave them, only to watch the undulating motion of your newfound proboscis. Walking over to a nearby reflective surface, you find your eyes widening, literally. They burgeon, rapidly dominating your face, their surface reflecting a mosaic of scarlet hues. Those eyes of yours, once the window to your soul, have turned into complex, multi-angled lenses, allowing for a nearly 360-degree view of your surroundings. Your torso starts compacting, different segments forming and interlocking to create something visibly segmented – resembling an exoskeleton. It’s tough and resilient. You no longer need clothing for protection. You're protected by your hard, blackish armor. As the transformation progresses, there is a strange swelling around your lower body as it twists and organizes itself into a rear end, inflating into something akin to an abdomen. You can feel a weird sensation of lightness, an emptiness yet to be filled. If your human memories serve you right, a female housefly’s abdomen acts as a storage for eggs. Suddenly, your mind seems clouded and invasive thoughts of darting around in quick, jerky motions, exploring, buzzing, landing on things for a quick taste with your feet start to take form. Your world focuses on survival, evading preys, laying eggs. You retain your past life's memories yet this fly instinct is overriding everything. It's like someone pushed a reset button. A bizarre buzzing noise wells up inside you – a feeling so foreign yet so instinctively right. You feel the need to escape, to buzz off into the wild –to indulge in what feels like a new, unrestrained form of freedom. You look at your reflection one more time, a small female housefly staring back. You twitch your head from side to side taking in the sight of your new form and then you lift off into the air. As you buzz into the wide, open world before you, your old life feels surreal, a dream you’ve woken up from. You live now, as a Musca Domestica – a humble housefly.