As Gregory Shastorod awoke mid-morning from curious dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a small paper cup. Attempting to stretch his arms, he found that he had none. Only a few hours before he had been constructed out of bones, flesh and blood. Now he was a mass of vegetable cellulose fibres moulded into the shape of a handle-less drinking receptacle.
Re-introducing Fritz Kakfa, whose charmingly plagiaristic Super-Psychosis can still be found here.
(More on Fritz here)