As your change continues the ability to think and feel fades into the slime from which you originally began life. It is the school Janitor who walks into the bathroom.
"Disgusting little brats!" the nice older man exclaims as he scoops your sorry self onto a dust pan, and with a casual trist of the wrist plops you into the toilet.
A flush, and your on the way to a new a greater adventure as the slug of waste slided down, down, down, into the city sewer system.
Soon a mindless lump of waste matter is floating and slowly moving with the others of his own and new kind. No doubt a strange feeling if possible there be and ability to feel, yet a feeling of togetherness touches what little of you is left.
The scurry of large sewer rats nearby as you and the fellows float by are occasionally snatched out of the flow as a yummy meal.
You are blessed by one of these rats and with it's foreclaws your sorry self is removed from that friendly flow and with his brothers the magical lump of dung is eaten.