I slipped into my first metamorphosis so quietly that no one noticed.
Metamorphoses were not supposed to begin that way.
Most people begin with small, obvious, physical changes—
the loss of fingers and toes, for instance,
or the budding of new fingers and toes of a different design.
I wish my experience had been that normal, that safe.
For several days, I changed without attracting attention.
Early stages of metamorphosis didn’t normally last for days without bringing on deep sleep,
but mine did.
My first changes were sensory.
Tastes, scents, all sensations suddenly became complex, confusing, yet unexpectedly seductive.
I had to relearn everything.
River water, for instance: when I swam in it, I noticed that it had two distinctive major flavors—
hydrogen and oxygen? — and many minor flavors.
I could separate out and savor each one individually.
In fact, I couldn’t help separating them.
But I learned them quickly…