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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the male human reader turning into a yellowjacket wasp queen (of the species "Vespula germanica", commonly known as the European wasp), complete with gender change (if the reader is a male), shrinking, body changes (the reader's mouth turning into insect mandibles, the reader's nose and ears completely vanishing, the reader's back growing a pair of wasp wings (allowing the reader to fly), the reader's eyes grow into larger black insect eyes, the reader's vocal cords vanishing completely to prevent the reader from talking or making any vocal sounds, the reader's waists growing a third pair of insect legs, the reader's human body morphing into a segmented insect body, the genitals and rear end merging and greatly inflating into a very large wasp abdomen with a stinger at the tip, the reader losing his (now her) bipedal posture and falling onto all six insect legs, etc), age change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with a queen yellowjacket wasp's personality and memories, despite his (now her) best efforts of holding onto them, making her completely forgot all about being human or a male, as well as forgetting all about man-made devices and structures, viewing them as nothing significant other than to build her nest onto (including but not limited to the ceiling of the house's front porch), no longer knowing any human language nor even understand what they mean, and she now only remembers that she was always a female yellowjacket wasp ever since she was a newborn larvae about a month ago, as well as remembering emerging from her pupal stage less than a month ago, and remembers being a fertile queen ever since just a few weeks ago. She also remembers that she is polyandrous, having mated with a moderate number of males (known as drones), between one and seven, with no optimal number of mates). There should also be quotes from the characters (including the reader's former male human self) 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).
You find yourself in your bedroom, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. A seemingly ordinary evening. Suddenly, an unusual prickle surges through your veins. It starts as an odd tingling, then ramps up into a turbulent sensation washing over your entire body. "What the...?" you mutter, feeling a bizarre twitch in your mouth. As you reach up, your hand meets a set of hard, chitinous mandibles forming where your lips once were. You touch them in horror, an alien sensation now part of you. You want to scream, but your vocal cords have seized up, denying you any form of sound. The panic rising within you battles against the urge to hold onto your consciousness. Your nose and ears vanish as if they were never there. A dull throbbing spreads over your back, accompanied by an excruciating stretching feeling. You feel the rapid growth of a pair of fragile, yet surprisingly sturdy wasp wings. Instinctively, you flap them and are lifted from the ground, hovering unsteadily in the room. The reflection in the mirror doesn't help. Your eyes — your human eyes — morph into large, black insect eyes, capturing the entire room in an unsettling new scope of vision. Every detail is amplified, every movement detected with pristine clarity. Your waist draws inward sharply, and you try to cry out again, but no sound comes. You crumple forward, sprouting a third pair of insect legs from your waist. An unbearable pressure builds in your lower body, where your human genitals were. Merging with your rear end, it swells into an enormous, segmented wasp abdomen, complete with a menacing stinger at the tip. You fall, all remaining semblances of your bipedal posture gone. You land on your six slender, segmented legs, struggling to right yourself in this new form. You try to remember, try to hold onto who you were. Your memories feel loose, slipping away piece by piece. The struggle is immense: "I'm... I was... What was I?" you think, wrestling with the increasing fuzziness in your brain. Human words grow meaningless, replaced by simpler, primal thoughts. Buildings, devices — the entire human world becomes insignificant. They are just structures, potential sites to anchor a nest. Your memories of being human — walking upright, speaking languages, using tools — dissolve completely, replaced by memories of emerging from a pupal stage less than a month ago. A brief, fragmented past. Your mind shifts fully to accept the role you were always meant to play. A queen yellowjacket wasp. Fertile, polyandrous; memories of mating with drones blur together, yet are felt deep in your very being. "This... is what I am," you realize, the transformation in mental state complete. You accept the simplicity and purpose of your new existence. Constructs made by humans are nothing more than convenient places to build nests. The dynamics, the devices — irrelevant to you now. Moving toward the front porch, your wings buzz with newfound proficiency. Finding a suitable spot, you land on the ceiling and begin to inspect it for nest-building. Any notion of your former human life drifts away like a distant, unfathomable dream — replaced by an instinctive drive to nurture future offspring, to lead, to thrive in the simplicity of the wasp's life. You were always the queen of a yellowjacket wasp colony. This is your reality now, and it is all you've ever known.
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