The Flea's Saga: A Transformation Story

As you’re comfortably settling into your chair, an odd feeling washes over you. Your skin begins to tighten, like a plastic wrap being pulled around you. The sensation is strange, yet not painful, and too peculiar to ignore. Your clothes grow loose. You can feel your body beginning to shrink remarkably, at an alarming speed. No longer do you need to bend down or squint to see the carpet at your feet. You are at eye level with the dust bunnies and stray threads on the carpet. The change is swift, and before you know it, your clothes puddle around what was once your body. Within seconds, you are not a foot tall. Then you’re barely larger than a thumb nail. Even smallest crumbs tower over you like great boulders. There’s an undeniable pressure on your face. It isn't painful, but the sensation is too novel to ignore. You reach up to touch the source of this change, your fingers meet something hard and chitinous. The once soft flesh of your mouth has morphed into two hard mandibles. Your hands come away from your face and you realize with increasing alarm that your hands aren't hands anymore. They're thin, needle-like legs, six of them, attached to a small, distinctly insect-like body. Thick, segmented bristles replace what once were the soft hairs on your body. Your vision morphs and changes next. Each eye multiplies into a hundred, then a thousand facets. It’s like looking into a kaleidoscope. Your range of vision expands on either side, like opening your eyes underwater. You see matter in shades of gray, distinguish the outlines of everything out there. Your perception of the world changes, airdrops take on the significance of rainstorms, a tall glass is a towering skyscraper, and people morph into giants. All objects surrounding you in your now massive world are behemoth in comparison to your minute size. At the back of your shrinking form, there's an odd sensation, like a balloon slowly filling with air. As you crane your new compound eyes downwards, you're met with the sight of a long, fat abdomen – your abdomen. The process is complete, a startling transition from human to flea. As your body changes, so does your mind. The memories of who you used to be begin to melt into oblivion, replaced by new instincts. You're driven by the unshakeable urge to sustain yourself, to leap for the survival. Feelings of desire or remorse are nonexistent. Your time is now measured in seasons, not years, and each coming moment takes precedence over the last. Thus, in the blink of an eye, you – as you once knew yourself – cease to exist, your being replaced by the instincts and desires of a female flea. Despite this, there is no sense of panic nor confusion, only acceptance and anticipation for what lies ahead, cocooned in a flea's way of life.