A Queen ant's Perspective: Coming to Terms with my New Status

At this moment, you're a simple human, perhaps female, or maybe male. Either way, the form you currently find yourself in won’t remain for long, as a transformation unlike anything you've experienced before is about to befall you. Buckle up, and enjoy the journey into a life less 'humanly,' more 'ant-ly.' As an initial sensation, a chill runs through your spine which goes right down to your toes and fingers. Suddenly, you feel a strange pull and compression tugging your broad form. It's as if some invisible, gentle force is shrinking you into nothing. Your height begins to shorten; your sturdy human body seemingly melts away, shrinking until everything around you seems gigantic. A layer of tough, resilient material replaces your squishy skin. The metamorphosis invades every fiber of your being, as your muscles, tissues, and bones all change to adapt to your new form. Your shoulders hunch, forcing you to an alien all-fours stance. Taking a glance at your hands, they're no more. Instead, six lean, segmented limbs protrude from your reduced body, complete with tiny yet nimble appendages. Your facial features change, replaced by a face only a fellow ant could adore. A pair of powerful jaws, sharp and precise mandibles, grow in place of your gentle human lips. Your nose shrinks away; instead, a pair of filamentous antennae spring forth, hyper-sensitive touch, and chemical detectors. Your once small, expressive human eyes morph, swelling till they become two large, glossy orbs of darkness, which offer a fundamental change in viewing the world around you. As you absorb your surroundings anew, you can't deny a bizarre weight shifting to your lower body. An abdominal segment, which will make you an ant queen, inflates, filling with thousands of tiny eggs, your future offspring. Undeniably, your new form causes a flutter of panic for a moment. Now comes the final part of your transformation: the psychological change. Flashes of your past existence—once vivid memories—start to disappear, replaced by echoes of a different life: the ant's life. You remember earthy tunnels; complex, vast, and puzzling. The smell of food brings upon urgency instead of pleasure. Your past individualistic tendencies soften, replaced by a communal urgency. The queen's destiny is your destiny, and that destiny is to lead a colony, lay eggs, and ensure the continuity of your kin. Days and seasons blur into each other; hours become defined by the work done instead of sunrise and sunset. Your perception of the world simplifies into tasks, actions, reactions, and chemical scents. It's a simple life, and yet, interconnected in ways human life never was. Your transition is done now. Your identity is fundamentally shifted, your form drastically changed. It's an odd sensation still, the human line of thought in an ant body. Nevertheless, you accept your new reality because you are no longer human. You are the queen, the heart of an entire colony beating within your infinitesimal form, and this is your world now, viewed through compound eyes. Welcome to your new life, your majesty!