All sense of time and space were lost to Marry while she lay wrapped in her makeshift blanket cocoon. All she knew was that she was changing in ways she could not explain, and that it felt extremely good.
Her entire body was . . . lost, skin, bones, and organs all having dissolved into some other mass. But it was not the end--oh no. Marry knew with a growing instinct that she embraced as if it was a long lost friend she was rediscovering that this was only the beginning of something much better. Just as the spellbook had read, Marry was embracing the change within herself and becoming something incredible. Every part of her shifted and reshaped until at last she was ready to emerge, quivering, full of expectation and desire.
Carefully rolling across the floor to be rid of her blanket cocoon, the new Marry appeared for the first time. Six long, delicate limbs carefully picked their way across the rumpled blankets, tiny hairs and claws sticking to the fabric as they wobbled, pushing up a long black thorax attached to a small black abdomen and head, from which protruded two equally long and delicate antennae. Feeling a sudden urge to be high up, Marry picked her way gently across the floor to her staircase, then carefully crawled up the banister and across the wall to a light fixture that protruded there. Affixing her six legs to it, she hung upside down and gently opened a pair of large, wet, graceful wings with the markings of a monarch butterfly.
Hanging there drying, Marry tried to make sense of what had happened to her and what she had become. She felt incredible--fresh, new, remade--but also a bit worried. How would she live her life like this? What about her job, her friends, her family?