The delivery van rattled as it went up the long driveway. It was the last delivery of the day. It was Friday and I had the weekend off. “Just one more” I thought to myself as I stopped the van. The packages were to be dropped off in a warehouse. The only problem was that there were a number of large warehouses near the airport. I stopped the van by a group of other parked cars. I stepped out and I retrieved the packages from the back of the van and closed the van up before making my way into the warehouses. I paused as I looked at the address on the box. The box read 58 Warehouse Drive. I looked at the warehouses and noticed that only a few actually had numbers.

I went to a building with no numbers to indicate I was entering right building and strangely enough, I really didn’t see any other employees or other people walking around. I was around 4pm so figured most had gone home. I looked at the neighboring buildings. “56…62” I said out loud. “Guess this is the right building” I told myself as I entered the building. I was thinking to myself that I was 100% correct in my choice.

I entered the building I noticed the long hallway. There were doors to the side and none were label or marked. It’d not like it was a dimly lit hallway. It was bright and clean building. There were some soft blue couches in the front and even a front desk that of course had no one sitting at it. The hum of the lights, the only noise I could make out in the entire building. It was quite, too quite. I walked down the hallway, knocking on doors and announcing myself every time but there was no answer. I looked at the delivery details. “Must be signed” I looked up and noticed there was one door ajar. “This has to be the right place” I said as I pushed the door slightly open and once again announced myself. No answer. I could hear people talking. I walked deeper into the room that now led to an open hanger like area. I finally saw the people who were making the sound and was going to say something but stopped.

They were doing something, something odd. I slowly made my way to them. I tried to see what they were doing. I gasped and dropped the dolly making a loud racket. What I saw horrified me. They were standing in front of a thing that looked like a hybrid of a human and plane. The person seemed like they were in pain as they maoned and groaned. Their body was morphing and twisting into an inhuman shape. Unfortunately the people had heard me and quickly decided to chase me. I bolted for the door only to find that it had been locked. The group was catching up as I made my way to another area of the hanger. I don’t know what I just saw but I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to see it. I saw an open door and made my way into that room hoping it was an exit. To my luck I had run into a dark unlit room. In my fear and panic I bumped into a switch as I made my escape.

Soon the room lit up with almost blinding lights. I could hear something in the room starting up. My eyes still adjusting to the bright lights couldn’t really react to what was coming. What quickly followed left me unable to scream, no matter how hard I wanted to. With a whirl and buzz a long cable came down from the ceiling and shoved a tube down my throat. Every itch of it was painfully and quickly going down into my mouth. I could feel it inch its way lower and lower in my body. I chocked but was still breathing. My screams muffled. Something started to happen.
I started to get stiff as my knees buckled. I feel to the ground with a thud. I couldn’t pull the cord out even if I wanted too. I couldn’t move my body at all. There was a transformation happening within me. I darted my eyes to my arms that were now being forced into a T position. I was horrified with what I was witnessing before me. My arms grew longer painfully into coldness and steel. I felt my veins stop pumping blood now they were electrifying my joints. My arms elongated to a point where my arms were at least 5x bigger than my body.

I felt my skin turn into steel and my bones into metals. New joints started to form as my arms morphed. Then I could feel my blood turn cold as it slowly was replaced with a different kind of fluid. I could taste it and whatever it was tasted nasty. I was pretty sure it could kill someone if they actually drank it. I was in so much pain that I kind of wished it would have killed me. I started to bloat as my stomach, neck and head formed into a cylinder like shape. My ribs were becoming larger and expanding into metal rings that protect and held my body together. My bones snapped and reattached while getting stronger. I could no longer feel the ground. A large new section of my body grew out of my back. Bending and creaking into a back section. It was a tail section like that of a commercial plane. In fact my arms were clearly becoming plane wings.
My nose was shifted and molded into a rounder shape Growing so huge pushing my face up. My hair quickly fell off my shinny metal head. My mouth seemed to have been wielded shut. My eyes still were functioning but stung as they became glass. I could blink but it did nothing to stop the painful stinging. Windows started forming on the sides of my body or more like the sides of my fuselage. I was becoming less human by the second. My wings formed flaps and ailerons. They were perfectly positioned for smooth flying. As my tail section grew more wings pushed and formed almost out of nothing. I groaned and moaned as I just kept growing larger and larger. I was taking up more space as the large hanger felt smaller and smaller.

I could hear the slight roars of new jet engines make their way under my new wings, just as mysteriously and strange as the rest of this transformation. There was no logic to this. This didn’t make sense. This wasn’t possible yet it was happening. I was becoming an airplane. My engines formed and just like that were placed under my wings.

I was being pulling and molded and the feeling of my organs being shifted and replaced with rows or soft seats and overhead bins didn’t feel right. Almost like being punched and stabbed repeatedly. My brain changed into the new cockpit. My knowledge of flying expanded from nothing to being comfortable flying a plane with no human intervention. I faintly could make out the radio transmissions of air traffic control though soon that faint sound came into my head like a normal conversation would. I grew to understand what everything they said meant. The pain was slowly fading as there was less human and more machine. I tried in vain to breath but it was like I couldn’t though I didn’t feel like I was suffocating.

I was becoming more comfortable with my fate. I could hear the mysterious group of people. They were now in the room. They were having hushed conversations. With every new bolt and nut that formed the more of a plane I was becoming. My light brown skin turned into a somewhat reflective white. A painted livery design indentifying what company I now belonged to appear, though I couldn’t really see it, I could somewhat feel it with my hard drives that this was what I was built for. This was my purpose in life. I wasn’t born, I was built.

My new landing gears opened up from within me. There was no pain as the landing gears touched the ground, tires already filled with air. I was happy, I wanted to fly. To be flown.

That’s when I snapped and the realization of what is happening and what is going to happen hit me. I was afraid of heights. My family was never going to find out what had happen me. I wanted to escape. I was huge now; I had no control over my body. With a final loud creak and snap my fuselage was perfect straight. Every angle, every pitch was there for a purpose. “No! This isn’t right” I thought. That’s when natural sunlight started filling the hanger. I didn’t even notice the large hanger doors but they were just in front of me. Had I finished transforming? I could feel everything about my new body. Every window shade, every button and switch was now a part of me. What windowed eyes scanned the room for the first time.

There was now an airplane tow moving into the hanger and after a brief moment I was attached to it. I was hungry. Why was I hungry? Do I need fuel?

All a sudden I was being pulled out into the open air. The light was blinding as the “eyes” adjusted. A fuel truck pulled by beside me and they inserted the hose. It felt weirdly satisfying as fuel was poured into me. It was almost arousing. When that was down the hose was pulled out and for a second the human emotion of pleasure entered my mind. That’s when I begin to get pulled once again and I was passing another plane. It spoke to me. I was shocked. I should have figured I wasn’t the only one. “It’s going to be okay” it said. I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say. I was now a plane.

I wished I had said something as I was pulled away from it. I should have asked them what their name was. I was placed near the airport. I was placed in a gate, waiting to be boarding. I could feel my cargo door being opened and luggage being placed inside. The feeling of luggage being tossed into me felt like I was getting stuffed with food. Soon the jet bridge was brought closer. It felt itchy like bugs crawling on your skin as passengers entered my fuselage. “What was this feeling? “ I asked myself. They pushed my buttons. I literally and figuratively started getting enjoyment of being packed full of passengers. It was my purpose after all, right? Why does it make me feel so close to the edge?

Maybe it won’t be so bad. Forget my fear of heights, that’s not in my programming. I don’t need a pilot’s license when I am the airplane! I lost my job delivery packages but got a new job delivering people. I want to do this, I love the feeling. The itchiness went away and replaced with the feeling of ecstasy. When I finally took to the skies I wanted to smile. I was happy. I was satisfied. I was loved?

**A few weeks later**

I figured out something, something that puts me back in control. After just one incident I learned that I had more control. It started when this entitled passenger was acting up. They were being an annoyance to everyone else on board. This negativity was bringing my pleasure down. I couldn’t reach that feeling if someone wasn’t calm. I managed to control wires that seemed to sever no function other than what I did. I used my long wired tentacles arms to slap a passenger. Not softly but hard. They were too dumbfounded to reply or yell anymore. They rubbed their check as they looked at the wires that hit them. I pushed them onto their seat and controlled seatbelt to lock up tightly. I pulled his seat and tray to the upright position. They stayed quite the entire rest of the flight and I once again could hit that peak. Now I was in control. “What else can I do?” I wondered.


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