...I realised from the extent of my mutation, I wasn’t a real boy anymore. I had simply out-grown that unoriginal, generic concept of life and began living a better lifestyle. I was truly happy, delighted with the prospect I was no longer bound to the mortal coil, but a beautiful, gracious and delicate Butterphiny.
I feared no man. No hierarchy could enforce rules or any significant laws on me. I am a free man, although I no longer use the term "man" with any real conviction. I was my own creation and my own experiment, and I was thoroughly satisfied. My svelte, seemingly perfect mind was divided. Feeling suddenly claustrophobic in this new shell, I pondered a modus operandi of reversion, and yet, further thought gave me reassurance. I could not go back. Who would? But my intellect enhanced I grew dull and sad, I could think with my vast knowledge migrating away from my subconscious was almost overwhelming causing my intellectuality to plummet rapidly...
But I looked past that horrendous conundrum, awaiting to see where my new biological parting will be able to be viewed on by the mortal eye, would they be able to handle my ghastly kaleidoscope, or will their low-brow urgings give them an unsociable biased view of my development.