Xenomorph transformation stories:

Summary:

This is a collection of xenomorph transformation stories from different people. Every transformation story is different. Some characters are familiar. Please note, I own each character.

Story 1:

Date stamp:

Year: 2222

Month: Unknown

Time of transformation: 12:20 pm

Hello, I'm Mark, I'm 13 years old. I'm a brown and black xenomorph. I stand out of the crowd, I'm always at the wrong place at the wrong time. This is my transformation story.

It's been a few days since Dave's transformation. I sighed, if only I could be a xenomorph. I was a massive fan of alien, more than Dave. Tick, tick, tick. Today is Monday, no school, no homework, just me and my games. It's been a few hours now and I'm bored. I can't just keep playing borderlands 2, I know! I can check where Dave found the meteorite! I shut my house door as I jump on my bike and cycle down the building using the disabled ramp. Crunch, crunch. The fresh, cold grass swayed beneath me as the sole of my trainers squashed them. There it is. It was a hole, with a few meteorite samples left clinging to the soil. I wedge a meteorite rock out with determination. This has made my boring day a good one. I could put this next to my football trophies. Little did I know the consequences of this action. It's now 23:41 pm, ugh, I'm really tired. I shut off my computer, had a quick supper on some bread and then collapsed into my comfy bed. Oddly, the meteorite started glowing. The transformation began. The pain I felt was unbearable! Crick, crack! Crick, crack! Bones snapped and twisted, snapping like twigs. My skin became pale then hardened and became black chitin. I felt a bone punch and rip out of my skin, it was my tail. My ribs became visible as I lost my eyes, ears and nose. Yet I could still see. I felt my nails sharpen into talons. My knees snapping as my legs turn digitigrade. I now had new muscles, new organs, a new body: a new life. Dave was a great writer, he would describe this scene as being reborn. I grinned a hiss as I climbed out my window. At that the smell of people, humans, no people I mean drifted towards me. To me the smell of people was like candy to me. Little did I know my instincts would take over.