You materialised somewhere dark. You knew you'd turned into a teabag. You could only guess that you had materialised in a packet full of other teabags. You had only turned into the actual teabag though, not the tea leaves inside you.
Eventually the bag was opened and your mother's hand reached in to grab you. Holding you between her slim fingers she effortlessly lifted you out of the bag and dropped you into her cup. You could hear the kettle boiling nearby. You actually found this quite frightening as you waited for her to pour boiling water over you. At length the kettle boiled and your mother lifted it and poured the hot water into the cup. It hit you right in the face and as the water swirled around you you floated and rose to the top of the cup. Your mother left you sat in the cup, stewing for several minutes, before you saw her coming back with a teaspoon. She put the metal spoon in the cup and used it to catch you. She pushed you to the side of the cup where she squeezed you against the edge, getting more of the flavour from the tea leaves out. Then, with the spoon, she fished you out of the cup and walked over to the kitchen bin. She opened the bin, turned the spoon over and you felt yourself falling.
As you fell towards the open bin, you felt nothing but sheer terror. You could see the half full bin approaching at a great speed.You could see waste food and a banana skin as you fell towards them. As you fell into the bin you hit the side of the bin bag and landed in amongst some chicken bones with bits of meat handing off them. Then your world went dark as your mother shut the bin lid.
Inside the bin you were surrounded by the stench of rotting food, other dis-guarded teabags and rubbish. It repulsed you. You were desperate to change, yet you had no power to change at your own whim. You would stay here, in this form, until the change happened naturally.
you had no idea how long you were in the bin before the lid opened and you again saw your mother. This time she held a plate of wasted food in her hand@ pasta, covered in cheese with diced pancetta mixed in. She scraped the food from the plate and it fell into the bin, landing on top of you and pushing you further into the bin and the stench of rotting food. And then the light was gone as the lid closed again
Once again you waited in the foul smelling bin until eventually you felt a familiar tingling. You ertr changing again. You were about to become...
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