Transforming Into a Forktail Damselfly

You feel a strange tingling sensation through your body, the tightening of your muscles, the loosening of your skin. Panic fills your mind for a moment, but then it's replaced by a strange calm. While this is an unfamiliar sensation, there is no pain. Slowly, your already small frame starts to dwindle, losing inches at an alarming speed. Your clothes become a huge pile around you. You seem to be shrinking into nothingness with no control on the process, steadily becoming smaller and smaller, until your entire five-foot-frame distressingly shrinks down into a mere inch -- or maybe even less, it's hard to tell. Your vision begins to blur and clear again, again and again, disorienting you. This time, when your sight stabilizes, colors are more vibrant – the green on the leaves, the blues of the skies – all remarkably brilliant. You realize your eyes are growing, almost taking up the entirety of your face, causing your sight to grow wide and allowing you to see in an amazing 360-degree view. The world around you becomes a panorama. Meanwhile, you feel a prickling sensation around your mouth. Drawing your tongue over them, you identify the source to be your teeth transforming into sharp, precise mandibles. A sudden urge comes over you to take flight, prey on small insects, and expand those mandibles to feed. You ignore the urgency but can't help the drooling saliva that oozes from your transforming mouth. You feel the tightening of your waist, the rear end inflating into an elongated abdomen, segmented into different parts. Panic would naturally take over again, but amidst the sensation of your body changing, mutating, twisting, you notice a tranquility take over your mind. You feel different – not necessarily bad – just different. You sense your limbs contracting, restructuring, turning into parts of hard exoskeleton. As a brush of wind goes by, you feel the gusts more akin to an entire storm, hitting you so profoundly, almost toppling you over. You take a step back on delicate, long legs to adjust to the once-familiar, now-foreign terrain. You attempt to call for help, but all that comes out is a small, high-pitched buzzing drone. All of your adult memories slip away, only to be replaced with flashes of damselfly experiences and instincts. A whiff of sweet nectar intrigines you deeply. And finally, your chest seems to flutter. It feels like there are wings. Beautiful, iridescent wings that can no doubt carry your lightweight body across great expanses. You can't help but flutter them in anticipation. You are no longer trapped on the ground. You're no longer a human. You are now a damselfly, free to burst into a flight. The memories that once held significant importance rendered irrelevant, you feel frightened for a moment, but the moment is swiftly shadowed by the overwhelming freedom bursting within you. You fly up, zigzagging effortlessly, embarking on your new life as a forktail damselfly.