Cozzy's Chaotic Planetarium

Old ones: You can feel a thousand upon a thousand generations pass through your mind as you see a world of a thousand shining galaxies and a thousand worlds below a thousand suns, sitting with forms that curve and curl throughout time and space, mass extinctions and the birth of new life moving in rhythm like a beating heart, jawless fish growing jaws, legless fish growing legs, tree climbing fish walking down from their trees and building fires, as being older then gods looking over them all.

Angel: Your skin becomes inhumanly silky and smooth, as you feel every organ in your body change into a single burning light, your body hair disappearing as tattoos of an unknown culture appear on your skin as if drawn by the gods, your form shifting to be your ideal body type, and your face becoming your ideal visage, your genitals, nipples, breasts, and anus disappearing as you shift to a sexless inhuman body, able to take on a more humanoid form only as a disguise as you become a creature of a god. Finally, radiant blue wings sprout from your back, as if their feathers were made of lapis or sapphire, massive golden eyes opening on them as your eyes turn the same amber color to match.

Mind upload: You have no bones, no blood, no eyes, no face, you do not speak, you do not eat, you do not breath. But in turn you have a freedom you never had before, you see the image of a computer screen with nothing beyond it taking up your field of vision, and with it you have the entire world of the internet before you. No sleep, no life, no job, no interruptions, only human culture itself.

Machinery: You feel parts of yourself being taken apart, your body dismembered and remembered like a little doll. Entire limbs and organs separated from their origins as new and alien parts made of a silvery perfectly crafted technology fills you and makes you whole again, makes you happier, better, prettier, more whole than you ever were before. As your body is taken apart and made bloody you remain sure that everything will be fine in the end.

Wyvern: You feel the transformation happen for the first time. Your fingers stretching and gaining skin between them to become wings, your flesh hardening into armored scales, your face stretching into predatory jaws as your reduced tailbone expands into a pass scorpion like tail. You fly above the world, seeing your home from far above, where nothing can harm your deadly form, the birds flying past you as you finally feel a freedom every human has yearned for but none of truly reached, the freedom of the skies.

Shapeshifting: You can slip through the world as if unseen, your skin, your bones, your organs, changing as you wish for them to. You can be any age, any sex, any body type, any skin color, as it best suits you, fitting in or standing out wherever you so desire, even the clothing you're wearing changing to fit whatever form you desire, tattoos, and scars, and makeup drawing themselves on your face and falling off as you will them to, as you can become whoever you wish to be at any moment.

Vampire: You feel yourself die but you don't fall asleep, you'll never sleep again. Your body is cold now, a coolness that comforts you like you'd never expect. Your form, not dead or alive but something new, changes in shape, your skin now the grey of a corpse but as smooth and silky as it was when you were a child, your teeth all turning into hollow serpentine fangs, as your mouth changes into a weapon with many joins and hinges, able to close up small and mask like but burst out into a field of fangs, as your mind gets used to the new mouth parts. You lose your ability and desire to sleep, to make love, to eat solid food, as you transcend humanity and join your new kin.

Language of the beasts: You can hear them humming from large to small, the ants chanting as the march across the ground, telling each other where the breadcrumbs are. You hear it from the birds who sing their songs of love in the spring and the songs of loss in the winter. You hear it in the cats as they purr poems of gratitude to their humans. Even the snakes and the owls sing songs of hunger as they hunt. You are not alone, you have never been alone, you have always shared this great world. Even the ghosts of great Azhdarchids know the skies.

Werewolves: You run alongside your new packmates in moonlit night, away from wherever you were born, for wherever you'll go home to sleep, where humans don't speak and where what would be blackness to your mortal eyes is visible in a way nothing has ever been before, your nose and ears making up for weakened eyes. As you feel the wind ride through your fur, rabbit's blood dripping from the sharp of your teeth, as you move faster then you've ever run before.

Merfolk: You feel cool water around your body as towers gleam in the distance that no human eyes will ever see. The cold would have killed you if you were still human, and your human eyes would not have been able to see in such darkness. You feel like you should be drowning but you don't have lungs to drown before, only gills that process the water around you. You want to move your legs, but you don't have legs anymore, you can feel your tail, and you move towards the city, the water rushing by you, your body faster than it ever was as a human.

Void: You embrace the void. You either become an incredibly powerful immortal demon who commands vast armies and can take any form, or a small black cat whose pet and taken care of by humans, whichever you'd prefer.