You wake, not in your room, but in a cold dark place.
You look around, then up
The ocean's surface
You try to swim up but... you can't move your arms or even feel your legs.
You've been instinctively holding your breath this whole time and you're starting to run out of oxygen. That's when you just started... swimming.
It was certainly you doing it but as if your instincts were doing it.
You turn around
That's a tail.
You move it.
It's yours.
Mobility wasn't easy because you didn't have a neck but you manage to look at your body. You are big and heavy with a muscular black tail you could shake very hard to move. A long dorsal fin on your back and two flippers that not so long ago were your hands.
When you reach the surface and try to breathe through your mouth and then remember what you are, an orca.
You have a blowhole Let's use it you think
You swim to about eye level with the surface and breathe much needed air through it.
You try to talk but can't, which doesn't suprise you. You make dolphin like clicks instead.
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