My body tenses. The sensation intensifies and I fight to block the discomfort. Discomfort. Such a banal term—agony is more fitting. One doesn't describe the feeling of being ripped apart as simply uncomfortable. I take a deep breath and direct my focus towards the Transformation, dropping to the floor before I'm bent over and pushed down. It's always a struggle—maybe I'm still too tied to my human side. Trying to maintain clarity in my thoughts, I attempt to predict each stage and maneuver my...