Cathy stared at James with her long, beady eyestalks, horrified at what James had just said. "This is all a joke to him" she thought ti
herself, waving her stalks too and fro. Cathy felt the changes begin as her skin began to thicken and harden, much to the discomfort of
Cathy. She felt her slug body becomes that of a rock as it began caving in on itself, getting smaller and smaller as it began reshaping
itself. Her body got much, much thinner, and with that, she grew legs. Six of them, to be exact, which made Cathy's head spin as she felt
her new appendeges twitch. The most pain she would feel, however, came when her eye stalks began sinking. If Aunt Cathy could speak,
she'd be screaming as her stalks dissolved and her eyes fused with her head, and two "feelers" sprouted from the base of her mouth. Her
change was done; she was now nothing more than an Ant. An immortal, forever-lasting Ant, but an Anr nonetheless. "Get it?" mocked the
giant James from above, grinning wildly at the Ant. "This makes you Ant-Cathy! Get it? Aunt-Cathy the Ant-Cathy." Cathy herself was not
amused as she stood on his kitchen table, head still spinning from the new body she inhabited.
"Now Aunt Cathy, I know you don't like being an Ant. You probably hate it. So, I wish..."