As you float in your cocoon for several weeks, you wonder what you are becoming. This is apparent one day about three weeks after you walked into the hole, never having to use the bathroom or eat.
You feel a sharp pain in your head as two long black antenna grow out of the sides of your head. They twitch around uncomfortably. Your eyes grow huge and bulge and move to the far corners of the front of face, turning black and giving your vision one of like looking through a tennis racket. Your entire head is pushed back and your face flattens, nose getting sucked in and your mouth moving to the bottom of your chin and becoming small. Your tongue grows long and thin. Your completely yellowjacket head hands down to your chest. Your neck is sucked into your body. Your arms grow long and thin into spindly legs, hands completely disappearing. The same can be said about your legs and your feet. Your entire body from neck to waist shortens considerably and bloats outward until it's only two feet in length. You feel more long, spindly legs grow out of either side of your body right below your previous arms. One more set of legs grows out of your hips. Your back broadens and pushes up, and you feel a pricking sensation as coarse yellow and black hair grows all over your body. In fact, your flesh hardens into a thick layer of chitin, a mixture of yellow and black. You feel your rear push away from you, growing long and fat, covered by the same chitin. A sharp prick at the base indicates you have grown a deadly stinger. Your abdomen is so long and heavy your body bends in the middle. You feel a pricks at either side of your shoulder blades and feel your wings push out, unfurling into long, wide shapes, thin as paper. Your transformation into a yellowjacket now complete, you grow larger and larger until you can't fit in your cocoon anymore.
The surface of the cocoon splits as you climb out on your six legs, body fat and sluggish, stinger dripping with venom. You are a giant yellowjacket the size of a large dog. You unfurl your wings and fly off into the forest, emitting a buzzing sound as loud as a car engine. You fly around, looking for a bee hive to invade. It's only when you find one that you realize that you're far too big to fit into any kind of hive. Thinking quickly, you hover in the air and pick up the hive with four of your legs. You carry it under your thorax and let your venom drip into the hive, killing all the bees. You then fly off and find a dark cave, where you plaster the honeycomb to the walls. You repeat this hundreds more times until the cave is covered, wall to ceiling, with honeycomb: your nest. That's when you start to get lonely.