Scarab Girl

You and a couple of friends were out celebrating ... perhaps a little too much.  Awakening with a massive headache, you discover you are lying on a mat in some kind of cage.  No sooner do you awaken, and definitely before you can gather your wits, a strange looking man (well maybe a man ... you're not quite sure) jabs you in the arm with some kind of syringe.  You discover you have as much say in what happens next as an apple in a grocery cart.  You find yourself stiff and movement is nearly impossible.  The man (I guess that's as good a name for it as anything) adjusts your posture so you end up standing stiffly upright.  You hear some scraping sounds but can't quite make out what is happening.  Cool, hard hands lift you easily and deposit you in some kind of glass cylinder.  Just before the cylinder is sealed, you receive another jab of a syringe.

You realize, with a start, that it's not just one man (or whatever).  There's at least three and they look a lot like triplets.  There's some differences but not many. 

There's a hiss as the cylinder seals.  You discover some feeling in your stiff muscles and, within a few minutes, you discover you are back to normal.  Trapped inside a strange glass cylinder.  Ahead of you, your two friends are similarly sealed in glass tubes.  Pounding on the glass does nothing, as expected.  Trying to rock the cylinder and get out that way is equally effective.  It seems locked onto a pair of metallic rails.

You can hardly hear what your friends are saying.  The glass muffles sound extremely well.  Slowly, the three of you approach a large piece of apparatus.  The first of your friends reaches a point under a strange antennae in the ceiling.  There's a sudden blue flash and your friend vanishes entirely.  Simultaneously,  there is a brighter blue flash in the centre of the large piece of apparatus.

By the time you stop seeing spots before your eyes, you realize two things: your friend's cylinder is empty (no soot, not dust, no water, nothing) and the apparatus holds a large blue bug.  It's about three quarters the size of a person and facing away from you.  It seems dizzy or drunk or something but finally staggers out of the apparatus away from you.  The process is repeated.  A blue flash, an empty cylinder where your friend was standing and a new bug in the apparatus.

You watch in horror as your cylinder travels slowly under the antennae complex in the roof.  You are sure this is the end.  There's the start of the flash and then you see nothing more.  Instead, you find yourself on your stomach.  Something strange is wiggling in your peripheral vision ... you discover blue antennae.  Twisting your head about, you realize you are now one of the blue bugs and you are no longer completely human.  Nor are you male.  Two fairly large breasts encased in the shiny blue chitin of the beetles hang from your chest.  Looking out from the apparatus, you discover the friends that preceded you.  Tim, like you, is a female bug.  Little Gina is now the largest of the three of you.  Though still female, she definitely seems to be in charge.

Once off the platform, you finally get a chance to look around.  Several more victims are struggling in their tubes.  Behind them, you discover previous victims.  Some are ant human hybrids; some are bee human hybrids.  All are female.  

A voice in your ear announces that you are to proceed to your training session and an arrow appears in your vision.  You pause, getting a closer look at Little Gina.  She's still recognizable even with the huge facetted eyes.  She's already turning towards the exit indicated by the indicator in the corner of your vision.

"Come along, squad," she announces quietly.  "We have work to do."

You and Tim, without any protest, fall in behind her as you skitter off to your training and whatever assignment awaits in this strange place.