Transition (creative nonfiction)

How strange the lub dub sound that beats within my body, sometimes regular and other times irregular. My shape could not be fathomed, yet I knew different parts of me grew simultaneously within a pitch-enclosed darkness, one I soon embraced as a necessary evil. I had abundant space to play hide and seek; on rare occasions, I would feel pressure on my container, which I struggled to evade. I had a feeling I was watched by unseen forces from without. My pace within my confines gradually declined as my space was reduced, my size and shape gradually increased, and I had limbs, but I refused to pierce the darkness, enjoying the sweetness of the enveloping darkness.

My bliss was soon cut off; my space had become tight, and echoes visited upon me in my home.

"Should he not be out by now?" A strange voice asked from afar.

"The doctor said he would come out any moment from now." A familiar voice reverberated. I was unsure if I was the topic of discussion. All these came as gibberish, but the urge was strong; I was wanted out of the world I was in to that without.

Just when my space became almost too tight to breathe and my surrounding water greatly diminished, a strange object poked my head from an opening where my head lay. I heard many voices, mostly of concern. The soft surface where my head lay gradually gave way, a strange force pushing me outwards to the waiting arms of strange but living beings. I was forced through the passage by a powerful force; I was the passenger who had little control over my path.

Strange hands hastily grabbed my slippery body after I maneuvered my way through the tightening passage. I could hear many gibberish from tall structures that could walk with limbs yet had two extras hanging from their bodies just like mine; only theirs were longer and more active. There was brightness all around, and I preferred to have my eyes closed, but the inquisitiveness around me made me open more often. "These beings are noisy, busy, and look worried," I thought as I tried to look back at my source—a strong desire to retreat to the solitude of homeliness.

I was grabbed rigorously by one of the beings in the white garment; she turned me upside down and spanked the living day out of me. "Waah waah waah," I cried while she spanked me. I noticed a sigh of relief from her, which made me wonder why she would be happy about my discomfort. Thankfully, I was wrapped in fine clothing, which gave me warmth, and placed beside my conveyor. Strange eyes came by occasionally, reawakening me from my efforts to mimic the solitude I was used to. These beings looked happy and moved their bodies, dancing. I remained quiet all the while, trying to study and understand the harshness of this new world.

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Barely within ten minutes, I felt a bite within me, which was very unusual. My body longed for what I could not understand. This feeling was strange, and once again, I let out the cry. Another woman came around, thankfully not the previous one who spanked me and handed me to my conveyor. She held me to her chest and positioned my lips on her nipples. "What strange act am I being compelled to?" I thought to myself as I stuck my lips to it. A strange nerve sensation hurriedly traveled through my spine to my brain, and I began to suck that which my mouth enveloped. My eyes rolled within my sockets at the sweetness of that, which I sucked voraciously. I enjoyed every bit, and I sucked harder, refusing to relieve my grip on the fountain that satiated my hunger. This was the first intake I had as a baby, and for that moment, I didn't want to stop, only that I slept off sucking and was awoken later to continue the ecstasy the new world offered. Would this continue forever? Would life be this sweet? I was soon to grow and have my answers.