I imagined what it must be like to fly. Butterflies aren't the best fliers, especially since their small and frail and can easily be knocked around by the wind. But still...no barriers. Three dimensional motion. Humans can only achieve that in water and...well, humans aren't the best swimmers. But no human has ever really flown. Scientifically, the effort must be exerted by the human to say that they are actually flying. No man has felt the rush of the wind flowing unobstructed down their necks. Even with a hang-glider, there's something there to make it unnatural.
What must it be like to really fly..., I thought to myself. More than anything i wanted a bird-of-prey morph now. Well, maybe a salt-water crocodile, but other than that - I wanted to fly. To know what it was like.
"Alright, let's try this one more time..."
I concentrated on the Butterfly I acquired. I breathed deep before I began to morph, and tried to hold my panicking back. Unlike the beetle morph, and against my hopes and wishes...the wings were not the first things to form.
My arms split in two. I had a new pair of arms. It slipped down a little farther towards my hips. I stopped for a moment, flexing all four arms. It was a very...strange sensation. But I had to do this as quickly as possible. Next, my arms and legs hardened. Hairs sprouted from them, and my fingers and toes created tiny two-pronged multi-jointed feet. It was sickening but not as scary as the beetle. My legs were long and thin, elegant almost.
Then I was shrinking! Down, and down until the small rock was a small hill. I was a tiny human with exoskeletal legs. But then my eye-sight was gone again. I panicked. But this time I kept it to myself. And then my eyes were fragmented and I could see the mosaic of the world. But this time, it was breath-taking. All the flowers around me were glowing with ultraviolet light, calling to me - Pollinate me!
I clamped down on the butterfly's instincts. My body segmented. My legs all came up to my torso and I fell. My abdomen squished it's way past all that and formed a giant oval behind me. My insect abdomen. My thorax rounded out to an almost spherical shape. My head bloated and became round. Furry hair sprouted all over my exoskeleton. And then, lastly...the wings.
They sprouted from my thorax like sails being hoisted to catch the wind on a sail-boat. Four big, broad, fragile wings. Oh the elegance.
Snap out of it, idiot.
I was fully butterfly. And that's when I remembered - you can't morph clothes. In a purely human gesture, I brought my butterfly foot to my head.
EW!, I screamed to myself, as I remembered that Butterflies taste with their feet. My furry head tasted disgusting...
Alright, well...might as well fly around., I climbed half-way up the rock and fluttered my wings - and I was airborne.