I became a Mexican Redknee Tarantula Female

As you sit in your chair, something extraordinary starts to spark inside you. The air around you suddenly feels denser, and your usual human senses start to dissolve, slowly giving way to the peculiar, alien instincts of a creature much different than your kind. The transformation has begun. Suddenly, your skin tingles as if crawling with millions of tiny insects. Itching, scratching, but also... pulsating? You look down and gasp. Your smooth skin is growing coarse and display shades of red and brown. It's hardening, becoming more like an exoskeleton, a covered armor - a characteristic you associate with arachnids. Your height starts to shrink - a disconcerting sensation. You watch the surroundings grow large, as if you've been transported to a world of giants. Writhing, disoriented, you notice your body contorting progressively into foreign shapes. The sensation is neither painful nor comfortable - it just IS. Your humanoid limbs begin to multiply. From two, they extend into four, then eight. Strange feelings bounce as you wiggle them, frighteningly coordinated. Then your jaws; a pressure unlike anything before develops in your mouth. Mandibles sprout out, feeling odd but surprisingly functional. Your eyes, previously set at the front of your face, develop and multiply until you have eight, all dark, all seeing differently, yet collectively. Changes come in waves as your vision shifts – you begin perceiving movements and vibrations rather than clear images, a plethora of new information flooding your mind. Your definitive sensation is the expansion of your lower torso, inflating into a large, rounded abdomen. It's both an alien and familiar feeling, and you instinctively understand its purpose for storage, protection, and reproduction. With the physical transformation complete, the mental change sweeps like a wind. Memories of your past life appear more abstract, less significant. Your understanding of self shifts as the human part starts fading away, replaced by primal instincts of a female Mexican redknee tarantula. You find contentment in solitude and darkness, your instincts guiding you. The need to weave, to create intricate web-designs, to hunt, all are intoxicating. Your foreign senses now feel familiar; the vibrations of a fly struggling in your web call you, make your mandibles twitch with anticipation. The age you once thought mattered has been replaced with a different understanding of seasons and cycles. The transformation into a Mexican redknee tarantula, a female bearing a legacy of lush red and brown patterns, is complete. As you crawl into a cozy crevice, your earliest recollection of being human is replaced by the satisfaction of spinning yet another perfect web. Your tarantula instincts have consumed your human mind. As a powerful predator of the miniature world, your life begins anew.