The second day of my change

That morning I felt lighter, like I could float on air. I couldn't feel anything wrong with me still, I couldn't see anything wrong with me but something, something was wrong. My body was more nimble and I could jump and feel like I was flying. My arms and legs were slimmer, more agile, and in no doubt more beautiful. They were like a birds limbs, strong yet slender. As I went about my day people commented on my change. They asked me if I was dieting or working out. I didn't know how to respond. I was getting more and more attention as time went by and with more time the more graceful and beautiful I became. One day though I woke up and my clothes didn't fit right. They weren't too big width wise but the were long. I had shrunk and oddly enough my hair was thicker. Not just on my head but everywhere. As the day progressed thigns got worse and worse. I got smaller and smaller and my hair because so thick I couldn't see my sking and clumps were forming. I was scared and I didn't know what to do. Days ago I had been so beautiful so elegant and now I was changing into something distorted and wrong.

My Metamorphosis

Something was different but I couldn't tell you what. I just knew somewhere in my body something had happened and I had changed in some way. Noting seemed to be different when I looked in the mirror but I could feel it. I could feel the change in me and in my body. I went through my next few days trying to pinpoint what had happened to me. One night in a dream I began to run and next thing I knew I was jumping off a cliff when suddenly out of my back shot wings. Not wings like a bird but not wings like you think and angel would have but a mixture. Beautiful tawny wings that gave me at least a 13 foot wing span. I was soaring high in the cool breeze. I woke up in the morning with feathers in my hair and dirt on my floor. Something had happened but it must have been a dream, only a dream.

The final day

As I hit the ground my entire body was jolted. I had fallen, fallen, fallen onto my bed. My friend were in the room. Maryjane was the center of attention and she was dancing around the room. No one could keep their eyes off her. I was dizzy and coming down off my bed trying not to fall over. Maryjane turned her head to me and smiled telling me I just had took the trip of my life. I smiled back not knowing what to say. As I calmed down and walked around the room a flash of the young boy appeared. I didn't know what to say or do but I did know that it must have been a real trip to have seen that.

Day 3

The scene melted away and I slowly melted with it. My body began to shrink and I was finally free. Free from my immobility. I was becoming a bird. I had wings and a beak and I was majestic. As I flew away and the scene completely dissolved I perched myself on a newly formed tree branch. I looked around and saw I was outside my bedroom window. I finally was free and flying away from my Alice and Wonderland world and away from the small boy. As I flew I kept seeing flashes of the small boys face until finally he was there upon me and I hit the ground.

Day Two

Hours must have passed as I lay there with the boy looking at me. He just stared not saying anything. I tried to block all thoughts from entering my mind so if the boy was trying to read it he wouldn't know anything. Slowly my eyes began to drift off and I was falling away. Only the boy knows how long I was asleep but when I awoke he was sitting with a dragon. The most magnificent dragon you could imagine. A fire was going and the boy was mixing something in the pot and he took out a small vile and sprinkled the contents. He didn't sprinkle them into the pot though he sprinkled them on me and the scene began to melt away

Day One

I woke in an early morning daze. Dusk was upon me and I quickly realized I was not where I should be. This was a topys turvy world, Alice and Wonderland style! I was shocked to see such a place but soon I realized I wasn't really seeing it. I couldn't move, I was stuck, immobile. A young boy came up to my side and stared at me. His face was expressionless and he did not speak. I began to panic and wonder if this was just a dream if I could pinch myself and wake-up. The boy did not speak but slowly shook his head as if answering my question. He must have known what I had been thinking. He must have...