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I've been trying to push this day back and back, but comes a point where you can't keep ignoring the cupboards going empty. So here I am, on groceries duty, dragging my shoes across the dimly lit aisles on my quest for food and common supplies. I would love to rush the process and be done with it, but I need to watch the price of what I'm getting, and of course I get lost in the dreary labyrinth the mall is. But finally comes the best part of the journey : waiting in line so I can have my money drained. Of course the line freezes the moment I join, and I can't be more thankful I brought music with me.

I eventually break free from the damn place, my two bags packed to the brim so I won't have to come back for a while... granted I did not forget anything. Yikes. I have to make frequent stops on my way to the car though, because I am feeling the weight of these things. I'm giving my fingers a break near the parking lot when I think I hear someone call my name, so I take off my earbuds to check.

-- Luke, hey Luke !

Sure enough there is a guy at a stand in front of the entrance to the mall, and he is waving to get my attention. Squinting my eyes for a second, I remember him to be a high school friend... Well, a friend's friend, actually, I never really got to know him. Still, I'm not going to be the jerk who just pretends not to see and walks away. He's not too far, so I will take the bags with me. I'll have sore arms tomorrow for sure...

-- Hey Luke, it's been a while ! How you doing, dude ? This really takes me back you know.

I look at him again now that I am closer. He must be about as old as me, but a few inches taller, so in the average. There is a subtle tan to his skin, and I realise now that he has really, really pretty green eyes. I stare into them, and... Nope, I still cannot remember the dude's name, and now it's my turn to talk. I'll try to not make it too awkward...

-- Yeah, you're telling me ! These years seem so far away already, and, well, so do some old friends. But hey, I've been doing fine ! Today is just a boring groceries day, though. And you, what are you doing out here ?

-- Oh, personally I don't mind being here ! he says with visible enthusiasm. I'm trying to make a career in perfumes, so I'm taking an internship. Care to help me, have a sample maybe ? And by the way... The name is Harrison, but don't worry about it.

Aaaaah, of course I feel bad about having forgotten his name ! He tries his best to sound cool about it, but I just can't help it.

-- Yeah, I'd be happy to ! I'm not so versed in perfume but I can at least be the average customer.

-- All right ! Just let me grab a bottle then, I think I know which... Huh.

-- Something wrong ?

Harrison is looking at a bottle shaped like a test tube, so small it fits in the palm of his hand. I too look at the slightly pink liquid inside, but it seems perfectly banal to me.

-- That's odd, he frowns. I don't remember getting this one, and it is not even labelled.

-- Maybe a colleague rushed the job, I suggest.

-- Eh, you're probably right. I mean, I don't see it being anything else. Well ? Wanna uncover this mysterious fragrance then ?

-- Might as well, I reply with a shrug. Does that help you with your internship though ? Not selling I mean.

-- Yeah, it's mostly about learning how to help customers really. Hold out your wrist one sec.

I offer my left arm, and Harrison presses on the cap of the bottle twice, sending light sprays of the unknown perfume onto my skin. I bring the targeted area to my nose so I can sample the scent.

-- Well, how is it ? inquires Harrison.

-- It's uuuuh... Do I really have to answer with words ? It kinda reminds me of the smell of rain and freshly cut grass.

-- Do you like it ? Don't worry, I'm not trying to sell it or anything, I'd have to know what it is in the first place anyway.

-- Call me a lightweight, but it kinda hurts my head in a way ? I don't think this is the one for me.

-- Eh, shrugs Harrison, at least you won't regret passing on it. That really doesn't sound familiar though, I'll have to ask the others about it...

-- Well, I think I will leave you to that then, I say as I grab my bags. It was cool seeing you again, but I have to get back home now.

-- Yeah, my pleasure Luke. Thanks again, and have a good evening !

I wave him goodbye, turn around and start waddling my way back now that my fingers are rested a little. I still have plenty to do before I am done with the groceries, but this encounter has put me in a way better mood.

-- Wait !

To the sound of quick steps on concrete, I turn around to find Harrison running to me. He catches up and frees my right hand of its burden.

-- Least I can do to say thanks is help you bring those to your car, he says with a smile and a grunt.

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A little under two hours after waving Harrison goodbye a second time, I am home and all my purchases are stored where they belong. This took my entire afternoon, and the autumn sun is already starting to dip below the horizon, but I'm just happy I won't have to worry about food for a while. My struggle is deserving of a reward I believe, so I grab a fresh can of soda from the overflowing fridge and sit down behind my computer, slumping back into the cushion of my seat. Today was not all that much effort, but I feel exhausted regardless and I do not feel up to much. It seems tonight's definition of fun is cycling through videos until I am tired enough to pass out.

I'm not sure if I care about most of these, honestly ; I mostly just click on anything that seems capable on repelling my extreme boredom. In two hours, I learn a lot about a game, mostly that I am not interested in ever playing it. At some point I go for a cat video that looks amusing, and before I know it I am going down a spiral of cute animals. I'm in the middle of gushing over a baby bat when I notice a strong itch in my left wrist, which I had unawarely been scratching at for a while now, judging by how red the skin looks in the dim light of the monitor. That's really odd, this isn't the season for mosquitoes at all. It really is getting late though, so I can't afford examining the walls for the pest or a spider, I'll worry about it tomorrow. For now, it is time to wrap myself up in my blanket, and protected from the seasonal chill, let the night carry me...

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My alarm rings, and I turn it off with no conviction, since I am on a day off. I do not even feel like I am awake, tucked in the warmth of my sheets when it seems so cold beyond that shelter. Covered by my blanket, I wrap my arms around my chest, and I just feel so, so soft... Too soft even. Abnormally soft. I reluctantly push myself up and sit down to investigate this strange sensation, but with the fog in my head, I don't know where to even start. Squinting, I look down, and almost choke on a yawn.

I have to rub my eyes a few time to make sure I am not hallucinating, but there is no mistaking it : my left arm is covered in feathers. Looking at the plumage running from above my elbow all the way down to my fingertips, I suddenly feel very much awake. A cold stream of stress rushes down my body, and my face lights up. I try to think of an explanation, but I don't even have a roommate to blame for a prank. Whatever happened, it happened on its own. I try to move my fingers, and the... feathery limb I have for a hand, it matches the movement. Deep breath. This can't be. Slowly, I pinch the fingers of my normal hand around a feather, and give a firm tug. And it hurts, like I was trying to pull a hair, except a bit worse. Oh god... I think this is for real. What is going on ?!?

I feel like I am starting to accept this thing, but I am not even close to understanding it. Everytime my gaze nervously jerks around the room, I hope to find my arm back to normal the next time I look at it, but no, I can't even see my skin. There I am then, sitting in bed, just staring at the feathers like i am waiting for them to get uncomfortable and walk away. They are white for the most part, with a faded pink over the center of each side, and a more solid pink in clusters of spots here and there as well as for the edges of the... wing ?? I try to rationalise that it's actually pretty, but I just want to see it anywhere but on me. Or is it in me ? I feel like I don't know much anymore.

My head is buzzing with thoughts that are too busy running into each other to get anywhere, and I sit on the edge of my bed, idly caressing the feathers with my normal hand. I am yanked out of my reverie by a source of discomfort under the tip of my fingers, at the part of my arm where the feathers stop. Seeing my skin there is not a relief, though : on closer inspection, I realise that at the edge of the feathers, it is red and itches, like what I thought was a mosquito bite yesterday. But if that's the case, if this morning the irritated part had become bird-like and I still have more... Is this thing going to spread ? No, that wouldn't work like that. It's like a cold, when the second day is the worst one, but by the third the immunitary system has the infection figured out and everything is healed. I'm sure I will be fine soon enough, it will all fall off and be a bad memory. And I hope that is very soon, because I cannot go to work like that.

I am already thinking of what I will tell my boss tomorrow. Probably going to call in sick, should be an easy lie because it's not much of a stretch from the truth. While my mind is sorting that out, I try to find help online for my case. I have never heard of a medical condition so otherworldly and frankly I have no clue where to even start looking. All I can really do is hammer different arrangements of keywords together, and hope something helpful comes out of it. Despite how precarious this situation is, I can't help but feel silly seeing this nonsense pile up in my search history : feathers growth people ; bird arm overnight ; transformation feathers on skin. Even after an entire hour of struggling with my browser, nothing interesting comes up. Damn it, it's all either care for pet birds, falconeer forums, or furry dating sites -which I am REALLY not in the mood for today. In fact I avoid all of the social medias I usually visit, even though my sudden transformation would not show on there. I don't feel comfortable talking to my friends like this, and I do not feel comfortable typing with just one hand. Actually, can my feathery one even type ?

It's so weird, seeing these sturdier feathers on the inner side of the wing move like fingers. I spend a few minutes sitting on the edge of my bed and getting used to them, but it soon starts to feel very natural, apart from the larger plumes getting in the way. I could use some kind of training course to test my dexterity with this, and conveniently enough, I am starting to get hungry. I can't believe I spent so much time stressing out that I forgot to get breakfast, and now it's already time for lunch. Opening the fridge puts a wince on my face as the first thing I see inside is the box of eggs. Then again, I better start eating them now if I don't want them to expire, and despite all this, I am in the mood for scrambled eggs. Forcing myself to use my wing-like arm, I pull the box out of the fridge and extract an egg from it. To my surprise, I manage to keep a sturdy grip on it, and it does not slip out of my hold, so I can safely break it on the edge of a frying pan. Some of the liquid inside gets stuck on the feathers though, but I still consider this an overwhelming success. I grab a second egg with my actual fingers not to make more of a mess, because I don't even know the proper way of cleaning feathers. I don't need to train any further, especially if that limb is to go away. I can't wait to be at the part where having feathers is just a bizarre memory to think back on.

The good thing with scrambled eggs is that it's both easy to make and to eat, even without a knife, and that's particularly good since I struggle not to dip the plumes into my plate. By the time I finish scrubbing it off of the last pieces of food, I have made quite a mess of my avian limb, so I decide this is a good time to take a shower. I suppose I can also take this chance to relax a bit, kill two bi... Eh, nevermind that thought.

Taking my clothes off is not too complicated, the fabric of my shirt easily slides along the feathers without having to stretch much. I'm glad the plumage flattens under the pressure, and that my arm doesn't end in a talon or something, because I am wearing my favourite shirt and I would have been in a world of troubles, trying not to rip it to shreds. But enough of these thoughts, I really need a moment of respite. Just ten minutes, to clear my mind, and I can worry about it again after. I am sure I can figure something out then. I pull the curtain behind me, line myself up with the showerhead, and finally turn the handle. When the hot water hits me, there is a brief moment of discomfort, but then I feel the tension in my body start to melt away. I exhale deeply and roll my shoulders, relaxing my joints and my muscles. Usually I try not to waste water, but right now I really need this. I stand still under the stream of water, until the room is filled with a dense mist. Even then I could stay a lot longer, but I tell myself I have to get washed and get back to figuring this out, so I grab the bottle of shampoo and squeeze some into my palm. First I go for my head, and it's awkward using only one hand to scrub my hair, then my face, going down to my transformed arm, over the shoulder and... and I freeze. Where I was expecting to touch skin, I only feel more of the feathers. I have to look to believe it, and even then, it just feels so... surreal ! I almost fall flat jumping out the shower, and I run to the mirror, but the steam covers my reflection. I try to wipe it off, but it's still too blurry to see, so I head for the only other mirror in the apartment, in my room. I don't take the time to throw a towel around myself and leave a trail of soap and water during my dash, but that's the least of my concerns right now. I open the closet and expose my wing to the mirror on it, and what I see is corresponds to what I feared. The edge of the feathers does not stop at my elbow anymore, the plumage has spread upward and now covers my entire arm almost, stopping just below my shoulder. What the fuck is happening to me ?! I was certain that my situation would get better, but it has only been a few hours and it is getting worse already. How am I going to get over this if I can't even stop it ?

I don't really know what to do after that. I must have been undecided for a while, since the clock says it's been two hours already, and I'm still sitting on my bed topless, staring at my arm. Doesn't matter anyway, I can stare all I want, I can't really see any sign of new feathers growing : either it has stopped, or it is too slow to be noticeable. The latter seems very likely now, filling me with unease. I decide to inspect my new wing, once again. I hate to admit it, but it really is pretty. There are more of the little pink spots now, on my shoulder and on my elbow as well, actually, on each side of the arm. The proportion of pink among the white is pretty tasteful, which makes me wonder what the actual bird equivalent of that is. Actually, is there one at all ? Well, I guess I know what I'm doing to pass the time now. I throw on a t-shirt without much struggle, and go to my computer again. Maybe if I search "pink white bird", I can find something that'll help me. It's not like I have better plans for the day.

Despite all my efforts, I can't really find a true match. There are some birds that look similar due to being albino, and they are indeed gorgeous, but all things considered this is no help to me. Of course nothing about people turning into birds comes up either. I hadn't really realised until now, but I'm actually starting to be really scared about my situation. I mean, if this whole ordeal doesn't fix itself somehow, I don't think I can help it myself. And what then ? This is unheard of, I can't see my friends or my family with a damn wing as an arm ! And it might just get worse... Oh god, I'm probably going to have to skip work tomorrow, I really don't need this shit right now !

I would have loved enjoying one of the last sunny days of the seasons, but I can't even have my shutters open, in case someone in the building in front would see me like this. Maybe I could go outside if I pretended this was part of a costume... No, I'd pass for a freak if a relative learned about it. My mind is heavy with worry, so I can't do much but stay seated behind the screen, once again idly browsing for entertainment. If I can't do anything useful, might as well try to pass the time. It's late afternoon but I really don't feel like having dinner later, so I serve myself a nice bowl of ice cream. Vanilla has always been with me through hard times. I don't know if what I'm doing is so mind-numbing, because I soon start to feel pretty knocked out. Weird, because last night was not so agitated ? Maybe this... transformation is draining me. Before I fall asleep on my keyboard, I drag my feet over to my bed and leave my pants on the floor, it's still warm enough to sleep in underwear. I feel to preoccupied to fall asleep right away, but hopefully that won't last for too long...

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Damn. I feel like my brain was scrambled overnight. What the hell happened ? I passed out way faster and harder than I thought I would, but I guess the day's stress wore me out real bad. I have no clue what time it is now, can't even open my eyes... Using the hand I know is normal, I rub my eyes, but something feels off. I can't really put my finger on it... Wait, no, what is that ? I think I put my finger on the issue, literally. I poke at my face, and feel something hard, protruding from my nose down to my chin. I make the run to the mirror in a panic, once again. So fast in fact that when I swing the door open, I hit myself in the... In the... I have a beak.

It feels like my heart got stuck up my throat. I take my shirt off so fast I almost tear through it, but once again my only concern is my reflection. That's been happening too often lately, I reckon. Never have I looked so messed up waking up, but it's not because of messy hair or anything, especially since I don't really have hair anymore. The feathers, they're... They have like, spreaded from my left arm all the way to the right, and only my hand hasn't turned. It's also covered a good chunk of my chest, and I'm not sure if it's in my back too, because I am too busy staring at my head. It too has been completely covered in a white duvet, but it might have changed the most. I mean, I don't recognise anything of my face anymore, this is insane ! My eyes have turned a deep pink, and so are the feathers surrounding them. A tuft of the feathers pointed backward on the top of my head are pink as well, but more importantly, the beak. It's an ebony black and very hard as you would expect a beak to be. But I caress it with my hand, and I caress the mirror with my wing, and I can't believe it's in the middle of my face like that. The most outlandish part of it is how when I sigh, it moves like lips, but extended. No matter how I look at it, it just doesn't feel like a part of me at all, even less than a costume would. But it's there for real, I feel my body react when I try to pull on it. I'm just glad it's hard to decipher the look of shock of my face with it in the way, not seeing my panic reflected back to me helps somewhat.

Yesterday I already tried everything I could think of, and now that it's gotten so much worse, I am seriously out of options. I slump across my bed to grab my phone, and it turns out that I overslept, a lot. With how early I fell asleep yesterday, this must have been about ten hours of sleep, but I still don't feel rested at all. And I feel like my ceiling might as well crumble down on me when I find out my boss has already called. Three times. Shaking, I type a message of apology, lying about a bad fever, but when comes the time to press the send button, I can't bring myself to commit. Sure I could buy myself a few days, but what for ? The anxiety is not coming from risking to lose my job, because by the looks of it, I won't be able to show up again to anyone anytime soon. I delete it all, and instead tell him I am sorry and will explain everything later, with no intent to actually do so ; the last thing I need is someone to get worried and send the police knocking on my door. That I have become something so different from myself, and that I have to hide from everyone I know... It really does scare me, and it brings me to tears.

I spend about five minutes sitting on the edge of my bed, watching my tears roll down the feathers of my face and quietly splash onto my carpet. The patter eventually slows down in frequency until it comes to a halt, and I am pleasantly surprised to find out I feel better. Ever since this started, I've just been so stressed getting worked up over it, and I didn't quite have a way to make myself feel better... Even though the issue is becoming more concerning, I kinda feel ok with it today. Maybe it's because I can't believe this partial bird creature is me, which adds a layer between me and my predicament. I know this is very much real, I am perfectly aware of it, but it doesn't feel like it. It feels too much like sci-fi. In fact, if this were a character from a movie , it would be pretty cool ! Well, at least if the bird wasn't half human... but I don't want to fully become a bird, either.

I get up, throw on some casual clothes and head for the fridge. It's pretty late for breakfast already, but I really want to have a normal-ish day. I don't feel comfortable looking at the eggs today, so I quickly grab the milk and shut the door. I don't eat my cereals in front of the computer today, not even in front of my phone, because I can be my one source of entertainment. With my full wing holding the spoon with a level of natural dexterity that still baffles me, I let my right hand explore my plumage. I have to admit, it is incredibly soft all over, and even a little cushiony. I would have loved to have a boyfriend like that to cuddle with, honestly... Before I realised it, I had slid my hand inside my top and started caressing the fluff of my chest a little too dreamily. I hastily yank my it out, and focus on my bowl again. Even though I am all alone in here, I feel really bashful to have gotten so enamored over my new features. Because I shouldn't stress myself out over this doesn't mean I should start loving it. The spoon hits my beak and slips out of my grasp, spilling milk and soggy flakes on the table. I sigh, getting up to fetch a sponge. Having a wing for a hand is not so bad, but having this object in front of my mouth at all times is going to take some getting used to all right. Paying extra attention to it, I manage to finish the bowl without any more incidents, and I even manage to down a glass of water without spilling any ! Since I am pretty hungry, I decide to finish it off by biting into a pancake. Not a fancy one, I take it from a bag and... God, what the fuck, I almost choke to death on it ! I have to bend over the table to get it out of my throat. That's when it hits me : I was sure I had properly chewed on it, but in reality, I don't have teeth in there anymore. Honestly, of all the things that have changed, missing teeth might be the one I regret the most. Not everything is going to slide down as easily as corn flakes in milk.

I go to brush my teeth, but realise that once again, not having teeth will force me to change my habits. Hey, at least I get to skip on that chore ! Speaking of habits, I need to, uh... Well, usually I would be at work right now, so I will have to keep myself busy doing something else. I have already been on the PC a lot, so my options are kind of exhausted. I guess I might as well clean up the place ?

I pull the vacuum cleaner out of the closet and clumsily put my grip on the handle. Honestly, having to use a wing to do this is probably better than just doing the same old chore, because that's just plain fucking boring, I've always hated it. For that reason, I do have a lot of cleaning to do.

After a few hours, I have a pretty idea how to hold a stick in my condition, be it a mop or the vacuum cleaner. I have made some decent progress, and also whacked myself in the beak a few times, but the places it getting a new shine to it, so it was all worth the effort.

I start to feel slightly tired, and I suddenly feel the need to lie down, maybe not for long. I guess I don't need to take off my clothes for it, but as soon as I press my face into my pillow, I can feel my hand undoing my zipper. Heh... I guess I haven't treated myself to this in a little while. I can already feel myself eager to give in to my needs... My belt slides to my knees, and I pull my underwear down until my already erect shaft is neatly pressed against the blanket. Not waiting a second more, I wrap my right hand around it, and already my crotch tingles, but in a very peculiar way. Feeling around for a few seconds, I realise what is so odd about it : my hand, my right hand, it too has been covered in feathers. I am not sure when this happened, but now that I want to masturbate... Well, it actually feels very, very nice against my skin. I flip around to be belly up, and already I am twitching just feeling the softness of the down stroking my sensitive muscle, the novelty of the experience making me moan more than I have in a long time. My other wing intrudes my shirt to caress my chest again, my own cushiony plumage so new, so strange, so exciting. My grip becomes tighter, more pleasurable. I stroke faster. My eagerness bucks my hips upward, and I sense the tantalising release draw near, oh I'm so near. I pant, and I want to slow down to make the moment last, but every bit of my body wants to reach this overwhelming climax, fuck, I feel it build up, the tension climbing up in my shaft. I'm gonna, aah, I'm gonna... It doesn't come, it dies down, I can't keep it. I slow down, and it fades to black...

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The first thing I feel is my head hurting. It's not exactly painful, but it feels so heavy and sluggish, like every thought that tries to cross my mind is slowed down by molasses. I get the feeling that sleeping was the cause of it. Feels like I slept fourteen hours but was supposed to take thirty more. I lie there, beak pressed into the pillow, waiting to be able to think straight, when I notice my hips pushing down on the mattress. Seems that my body has its priority set straight. Well, to be fair, I don't know how I could pass out so hard in the middle of masturbating, but I suppose I have unfinished business to attend to. I'm more than happy to play along.

I roll my lower body in circular motions to grind my crotch against the bed. It's not enough. I fold the corner of my blanket and place it between my legs, giving myself better grounds to stimulate myself. I'm getting there, yesterday's horniness is coming back in force. Only one thing to do now. Again, my wing traces down my body to reach my inner thigh. I notice that more of my lower body has turned, but I'll worry about it later, not now. The rest is just primal instinct, and that's what makes it so good. The inner flat of my wing rubs across my crotch, and steamy moans are muffled by my pillow. Aaah fuck, I'm really feeling it again. I slide in a... Wait a second, what ?

I freeze in the middle of my self-caring. For a second, I am really upset that I do not seem to be allowed to climax, but my foggy mind quickly refocuses on the real issue. I bring my knees to my stomach, and use them as leverage to turn around and sit on my rear, which is made difficult by a feathery tail I have grown overnight. Turning the bed table lamp on, I am forced to observe that the transformation has spread indeed, and in fact, I don't seem to find anything human to my body anymore. But, more importantly, I cannot find the morning wood I thought I was so busy with. Spreading my legs, I find in its place... a slit ?! What the fuck ? My legs too are very different, and in the dimly lit room, it takes me a while to realise they have turned into perfectly bird-like talons from the knee down, their ebony color similar to my beak's and ending in orange claws. But even their strange, backward anatomy does not baffle me anywhere as much as my overnight sex transition ! A part of me had accepted that I would fully become an avian creature, but never had I imagined this change would take place. My narcissistic tendencies must be acting up again, because I open my closet to observe my reflection once more. Of course this is a joke, I think to myself, for I have never been one to be obsessed with my body, and really it is normal for someone to observe themself after such drastic and bizarre changes. Then again, as the white and pink slide onto the surface of the mirror, I feel an odd satisfaction tingling in my chest ; as cumbersome as this form is, it is a gorgeous one, and... Oooh, my chest. My chest !

I look down, surprised to find what I saw in the mirror indeed on my body. Two spheres separated by a tuft of down, and I would name these breasts were it not for the fact they are completely featureless. I am surprised : even though biology is not exactly my strong suit, I know for a fact birds do not have breasts ! Maybe that is why mine do not have nipples on them... Before I think about the implications of the motion, I begin rubbing my changed hands across them, checking for any protuberance I could have missed. I am not sure why I had not expected it, but immediately a jolt of pleasure takes over me, even forcing a flushed gasp out of me. Startled, I hastily let go of my chest, a little confused as to what just happened. But it is not only that, I am also so curious, and so, heh... Yeah, I guess I am incredibly aroused still. My left hand places itself atop the breast on its side, gently caressing its smooth surface, effortlessly gliding across it, before I give a firm and determined squeeze, feeling my digits sink into the skin. God, it feels wonderful, in a way I had never known before. I stutter a moan of delight, my head rolling back and my eyes closing, letting myself be carried away by the sensation. If only my shaft was still there, I would definitely-

Knock ! Knock ! Knock !

I spin around to face my room's open door, body frozen, hands still stuck on my breasts. What was that ? Did someone out there just knock on my door ?! No, it can't be. No one has any reason to be here, especially not at whatever hour this is. It must be four in the morning or something... Yeah, I guess my sleep schedule is quite disturbed, haha...

Knock ! Knock ! Knock !

Fuck. Whoever is frenetically knocking on a door, they are definitely there for me. How is that even possible, what could they want ?!? No one ever visited me in the middle of the night like that, this can't be a coincidence. Do they know about all of this ? Are they like, some government agents ?

Knock ! Knock !

I want to lie down in a corner and wait for this storm to pass, but at this rate it sounds like they'd kick down my door before they go away. I don't really have a choice, I throw on the clothes I had left scattered on the floor and... Who am I kidding, clothes aren't going to change shit about this. While I dress up, my only option becomes clear to me : whoever is there, I have to make them leave without letting them see inside. I walk towards the entrance. All right Luke, you got this.

Knock !

-- Yes, yes, who is it ?

Being all alone, I haven't really spoken in a while, and I am really surprised to hear my voice sound so... singing. I hope they didn't catch that.

-- Yeah, uh, hi. I mean, sorry, I know it's not the best time for this, but...

I don't recognise that voice, not quite. It is male for sure, and somewhat familiar, although oddly jittery, but no one I can put a name on. I press my ear, if it can be called that, against the door, and I can hear him walking in circles. Suddenly, the stepping stops.

-- Luke, it's Harrison. Listen, I really need you to let me in.

Harrison ? Wow, whatever got to him, he really sounds out of it. But I can't afford to be the comforting friend.

-- Ah, hey Harrison. Uh, sorry, but I have to... Get up early tomorrow, can't linger right now.

I hear a sigh coming from outside, and there is a blank.

-- Can I show you something at least ? he asks. You can look from the peekhole, it's fine.

I agree to look, and slide the lid of the peephole to the side. Looking through it, I see Harrison in the yellow of the hallway's light. Well, from what I can see, it could be anyone really, since his head in hidden under a grey hoodie. I squint, trying my best to make out his face, when he suddenly pulls the hoodie back, revealing his entire head. I gasp in shock, because it's not Harrison I see then, but rather... A bird, not too different from me. I unlock the door, and he lays his eyes on me. I didn't know these beaks could be so expressive until his shaped a knowing smile of relief.

---

I bring Harrison a cup of coffee and sit at the kitchen table with him. He silently thanks me and brings it to his lips, well I mean, he doesn't have lips in that form, but the motion is there. I think he too is unsettled by that change of his body, because he hesitates before putting the cup back down, and pretends to blow on it to hide his embarrassment. I don't need any help staying awake, so no beverage for me, I instead take this chance to get a good look at the new Harrison. His plumage is a cool blue, reminding me of the early night sky. Some of his feathers end in white, like for his wings, and I would assume his tail does too ? His eyes are an emerald green, the feathers around them forming a yellow circle, same yellow as the tip of his hair. And his hair, it's quite pretty... A crest that points forward, reminding of some species of parrots of which I do not remember the name. His beak too his yellow, and I imagine his talons are as well, seeing how my-

-- It was the perfume, he says before taking a sip of coffee.

-- What ? I ask, pulled out of my thoughts.

-- This... All that happened to us. It was the perfume. I tried it on my wrist, and the next day this was happening. You're the only who tried it with me, and look at you.

I'm speechless, and quite frankly a little embarrassed to not have connected the dots earlier. I guess it seemed like nothing special that day, so I just overlooked it.

-- So, does that mean you know how to fix it ? Any idea where to get help ?

-- No, he answers in a sigh. I still don't know where that thing came from. No idea if it's temporary, or if there is a cure or nothing. I suppose you had some fruitless searches on your end as well ?

I nod sombrely. For a second I thought there was a way out of this, but I guess we are still stuck at square one. There is another moment of silence as we both seem to fall back into our thoughts. I decide to break the ice :

-- So how did you find where I live ?

-- Hm ? Oh, I texted Simon since I knew he kept in touch with you. I told him I found keys that belonged to you, heh. I hate to have lied to a friend, but I didn't have a choice.

-- Yeah, I reply with a supportive smile, I don't blame you at all. I'm sure he would understand too.

I watch Harrison take a long sip from his cup, seemingly nervous as he downs what is left of it. After that, he pushes the cup to the center of the table, shakes his head and sheepishly asks :

-- Hey uuh... Not that I want to intrude, but is it okay if I stay here for a while ? The sun is going to come back up, and I can't really leave like that.

-- Oh. Yeah sure, I don't have much to do around here but I do have food, and you can use my bed if you need it.

-- No no no, I don't want to bother, I just needed to check in on you really. I'll leave next night, we can exchange numbers and stay in touch.

-- No, really, it's fine ! I'll sleep on the couch, doesn't bother me a bit.

I feel like I got strangely persistent saying that, and that must not be just an impression, because Harrison is staring at me, looking a little surprised. I quickly follow up to not let an awkward silence settle in :

-- So... Wanna watch TV for a while ?

I haven't touched that thing in so long that the remote is covered in dust. Truth be told, I don't ever watch television and only use it to play console games, but I don't really know Harrison, and I guess we're in that weird area where we have to figure out what the other likes to do. We sit on the couch, mindful to leave a distance of comfort between us, and turn the thing on. Frankly I have no idea what to watch, and it doesn't help that it's only five right now, most of the good programs waiting for an actual audience before airing. All things considered, maybe watching something relatively uninteresting will help us have a bit of conversation.

I decide to go for a wildlife documentary, can't really go wrong with that. Well, unless it had been about birds, but right now it's about a desert viper, so we're fine. I am letting my mind wander off when Harrison brings me back to my senses :

-- So Luke, I have been meaning to ask : what are you going to tell your family ?

The question takes me off guard, especially when I realise I don't have an answer for it. Under his gaze, I mutter an answer :

-- I really don't know. At first I assumed this was going to go away after a while so I thought I would hide it from them, but now I am not so sure anymore. I guess I have not been worrying about it much, and when I did, it didn't do me any good. I'm more worried about losing my job, which should be any day now. What about you ?

He looks back at the television and shrugs, sighing.

-- I would have loved for you to have any idea honestly, because I sure as Hell don't. Knowing my mom, she's going to start worrying about me soon.

We remain quiet for a few seconds, deep in thoughts. Only the humming of the television can be heard.

-- Do you think they would accept us like this ? he asks with worry in his eyes.

I want to say yes, that this form is not all that bad after all, but I really am not so sure about it. I mean, sure I do not mind it much, but that is from someone who has lived it for more than two days now, with a transition to smooth me into it. Would I have been so tolerant before all of it happened ? I hate to think that I probably would not have, and in that case I can't really expect the outside world to be. And in the worst case scenario, we would be abducted and concealed, maybe even studied...

-- I am not sure, I finally say. But I don't think we can hide it forever either.

Since the beginning of this conversation, a thought has been bothering me. Before I am really ready to talk about it, the words slip out :

-- However, I just...

-- ...Yeah ? inquires Harrison.

I was hoping he would let it go, but he is listening already. I kind of like that side of him honestly, but now is not a good time.

-- Well, I uuh... You shouldn't call me that anymore.

He raises a brow.

-- Yeah ? What happened ? Do you want a new identity then ?

-- No, it's just that... I think my transformation went a little farther than yours did, Harry.

I did not mean to give him a nickname like that, and I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. But he does not bat an eye, so I guess we are close enough already.

-- Really ? How so, if I may ask ?

-- Well, in short : I'm a wo... I am female now.

Harrison recoils slightly in surprise, more amazed than disturbed.

-- Wow, really ? How does that even work ?

Getting it out was difficult, but already it feels easier to talk to him about it. I guess his patience, seeing him so poised, it helps getting it all out.

-- Well, this morning, I woke up, and I... I just realised my... penis, was gone, and instead there was a slit. Then I also found out I had grown a chest, but you must not have noticed since my shirt is a little loose. I'm not sure how much this affects the rest of me, but yeah, it was kind of just there, just like the rest.

Harrison turns his head to the TV and gives a few nods, processing what I just told him. There is a short silence again, but it does not quite feel so awkward this time around.

-- Sooooo, he resumes. In that case, what do you want me to call you ?

-- Ooh, uh... I think I would really like Alexa, if you don't mind ?

He smiles and opens his palm towards me, or at least that's what I recognise the gesture at.

-- No, not at all, L- I mean Alexa. Sorry if I take a little while to get used to it.

I nod in understanding, and then we kinda both start watching the viper's endeavours again. There is a feeling in the air that makes me feel a lot more comfortable, and I notice I am closer to him on the couch than I was before. Alexa... Somehow, that answer came to me really naturally.

The sand viper turns out to be a very interesting little thing. I have to give credit where it's due, watching this show is pretty relaxing, but still, I feel my heart pumping rather fast. I am not sure what it is, because I do not feel so stressed at the moment ; maybe it is the talk about what we will do next that is weighing on my consciousness. I sneak a peek at Harrison, and he seems absorbed in the documentary. Just looking at him, it makes me smile. I guess it is really reassuring to see I have someone so reliable with me in those times. It beats not talking to anybody for three days for sure.

I lift my wing and move it towards him, I feel like holding his, so I can really be by his side. I know everything will be ok. Since I am not looking, I go a little too far and at first lay it on his leg, before pulling it closer to me and finding his wing and figuring out how to grab it. But the atmosphere changes all of a sudden, because I felt something I was not expecting : he is hard. I am sure of it, I felt his erection stuck against his leg through the fabric, and he must know that I know, because I hear him shifting nervously, and I don't dare to look at him. My heart starts beating faster, and I finally understand why it has been like that this whole time : I am still very, very horny.

I don't say anything, and neither does he. I suppose we are not ready... what the fuck am I saying, of course we're not ! We don't even know each other that well, let alone in those new bodies we have, of course we're not going to skip dating and go straight for sex. But man, I can't help it, my breathing is choppy, and he probably can hear it. Now this is definitely awkward again, more than it was before. I don't hear what the man with a British accent is saying about the viper anymore. I can't focus my mind on a single thing. I am considering just taking a bathroom break and figuring out how to pleasure myself, because I can't stay on edge any longer. But suddenly, when Harrison sighs, I feel extremely aware of everything. I hold my breath for a second, and nothing happens. Then, it's not much but... His wing moves, and mine follows. He lays it on his leg, and he still has a hard-on. I feel how warm it is through the fabric, and I just... I pull my wing away from his. I can't believe I am doing this. I unzip his jeans.

He does not fight it, his only immediate reaction being a deep breath in. His other wing presses to his side too, or so I think I see as I stand up and turn to him. I kneel before him, and the wing that was holding mine grabs the remote to turn down the volume. There are no words, we just look into each other's eyes, and there is an implicit understanding, a consent, an urge even. He does not move, does not fight it, does not rush it ; I want to take my time, too. God, this is so weird... I don't know if I would have been able to do this as a normal human, but with our changed bodies, it's a different story. It does not feel real, so I guess that helps, but there is also how, hhmph, his shape. I clench my beak in excitement, and my thighs squeeze together with dire need. I start by caressing both of his legs, putting extra pressure on the one that is bulging with a prize. Already Harrison is groaning, and I am almost jealous, because having your member massaged by a wing like that, it does seem heavenly. Then my other wing pull his pants and underwear down a little, so that his erection may be able to free itself if I just keep rubbing it like that, right this way... and sure enough, it soon springs up towards me, and I feel myself giving a grin of satisfaction as I watch it swing until it reaches its final position.

It does have a peculiar shape and it is really pink, but that only further sparks my interest. It is long and does not have a glans, instead it is a slight curve that just gets thinner and thinner before ending in a point, and it seems Harrison's excitement is leaking already. I don't need to look at him to feel him tense, petrified by a delightful apprehension. With the feathers of one wing circling the base of his shaft, I wrap the other around it and start stroking, getting a feel of how firm and hot it is. Under my elbows, his legs quiver and his knees rise, talons clenching at my sides. Man, hearing him gasp as I get a hold of him in such a way, I don't even know, Somehow, I feel like I know exactly what I must do, what I want to do, and the next step really has me feeling warm in my chest. I pull it towards me and open my beak, ready to fondle him.

-- O-oh my god, Alexa ! Hrmm~

Each grunt, each moan, and each word he fervently produces, it only fills me with more need to satisfy him. At first I am cautious with my beak, because I do not want to hurt him. But I soon manage to line it up just right and slip his tip between the two bits, and I give the underside a lick from the middle to the end of it. That must be really good, because he finally moves a wing, covering his face with it, quite overwhelmed by the sensation. It tastes of him, strong of his masculinity and sour of his lust. I look up to him, our gazes meet, and maintaining contact, I tighten my beak around his girth and slowly push my head down, careful not to rush myself. Harrison gives a long moan of pleasure as his erection fits neatly against my tongue, my saliva lubricating it for a smoother slide as I pull back to breath in. I only took about half of it in, but I know that I can do better. I need it. I close my eyes, give a lick against the side of this prized shaft, and slide myself down once more, this time pushing myself a little farther, until I feel it tickle the edge of my throat. I can't let myself gag now, and even though I take a careful approach, Harrison still struggles to contain his moaning. I let myself get used to feeling the tip of his girth so deep, then I pull back and repeat the motion, again and again. Each time Harrison gets more and more used to it, but his arousal grows more intense each time regardless, and I can soon feel a short spurt of pre hit my palate. That's when I decide I have to step up, and make it count. One final slow and steady pull, before I take the time to line myself up right, and... I push myself down, following the shape of his erection, and let it enter my throat. I was prepared, and only make a small sound of my struggle as his girth fills the tight passage. Harrison is most delighted to have the squeezing added to the already strong stimulations, and it's like he can't get enough of it, because his wing grabs the back of my head and keeps me there, right where he wants me. He doesn't need to help me much because I am bobbing my head all on my own, not slowing down a second, and hearing Harrison groan as I feel his body tense up... I can't even describe the exaltation I feel in my chest doing it, anticipation filling me when his member begins to throb in my throat.

-- Alexa, I-I'm...

No need for words. He is becoming more agitated now, and seeing his hips push against me, I can tell that he is very near. To be honest, I am surprised he is lasting this long, myself being quite worked up, even without my sex receiving any attention ; even with my sex being so unfamiliar, that too. The wing behind me grabs me more firmly, holding me in place there. I look up at him, waiting for him to press me against his crotch and keeping me still while he spills his pleasure into me. But to my surprise, he instead gently pulls me away, resting his waist deep in the couch. I can only wonder why he would decide to free his member when he was so close to a release, but seeing his knowing grin, I assume he has a good reason for it.

-- Phew, that was a close call, he sighs as he pets my head. But I can't just go over the edge and not return the favour now, can I ? I think I'll be a grateful guest instead.

He gets up, and I just stand on my knees there, not sure how to take his word. And, well, I am kind of fixated on his erection still, seeing it dangle in front of my eyes like that. But I am surprised when Harrison decides to pick me up, suddenly finding myself in the warmth of his arms, face to face with this smug, eager smile. With no more than a little chuckle, he begins walking, and it is not long before I realise we are headed to the bedroom, as I should have expected. But I guess not knowing exactly what is going to happen is making my mind all nice and fuzzy.

Harrison gently places me on the bed, in the middle, with my legs hanging down from it. I lie on my back with my arms above my head, and I wait to see what his next move will be. He lowers himself, and it seems that it is my turn to let go of my pants. Just feeling my belt being undone makes me pant, no point in hiding my excitement. I do feel weird about having my crotch revealed to someone else though, because again, I am not used to this new sex myself, this alien part of me.

I expect a remark, but Harrison doesn't seem to mind like I do. He just smiles, and I lose sight on the sparks in his eyes as he pressed the rough ridges of his beak against my, after all, extremely sensitive slit.

-- Harry, ar-are you sure you will just-

-- Oh don't be silly now, he mutters. With what you have done for me, it's only fair I show you what I am capable of~

I don't reply anything. To be honest, the last thing I want right now is for him to change his mind. His beak pulls away, leaving me with a strong tingling in my lower parts, but the smirk on him tells me it's only going to get better. His wing wraps around my side, and I gladly let him roll me onto my stomach ; having to press my cheek against the pillow, not being able to clearly look at what he is preparing, I can feel my heart hammering against the mattress.

I feel my tail being lifted up, exposing me below the waist, and hear a coo of anticipation. Then his grip tightens on both sides of my rear, and I just can't wait any longer. Soon enough, I feel it, the tip rubbing against my lower lips, getting a feel for it. I wrap my legs around Harrison's talons, so I can feel him so so close to me while he breeds me. And finally, it comes : still wet from my care, his shaft slowly slides into me, spreading my sex in the most delightful way. Harrison only lets out a relaxed sigh of pleasure as he pushes inside, but this is simply out of this world for me, and I have to hold the pillow against my face not to simply scream in bliss. And as he begins to pump himself in and out of me, my sex relaxing and tightening with every movement he makes, I discover a feeling of an intensity I never knew of. Harrison picks up the pace, his arousal growing back towards the peak I had previously left him in, but at this rate I might very well come before he does, overwhelmed like I am. Never could I have imagined that being penetrated would feel so amazing, compared to doing the male's part. Despite the pleasure being the same in essence, this just feels so different, the warmth of this man nestled deep within my most intimate part, his body slamming into mine faster and faster in unison with the nearing of his orgasm. His thrusts become more direct, more asserted, both of us finding our marks in the act, my own exclamations quieter now that I have become more composed. I look back at him, and he catches my look, which seems to fill him with even more vigor. He bends over and lays his chest on my back, humping me even more wildly, and groaning down my neck :

-- O-o-oh my god Alexa, this is it !~

But it is too late. Feeling him fall on me like that, and tilting the trajectory of his erection in an unexplored fashion, I go right over the edge myself. This feeling truly is new to me, and I am not quite so sure how to handle it, so I just leave it up to instincts, and melt into the bed, clenching myself the tightest I can around Harrison's throbbing member. He was not lying, because just a few seconds after, he stands still and buried within me, only twitching with each of his regular spurts. At this moment, I realise that we forgot to wear any protection, and I am so glad that we did, because now I get to feel his dense seed pour deep into me, hot with lust and passion.

Harrison's trembling fades to an end, and he just lets himself fall to my side on the bed, both of us slightly dripping with the wonderful result of sex.

-- That was wonderful, Alexa, he mumbles against the sheets.

-- Yeah, th-thank you so much~

I can't think of anything else to say. My mind is swirling with ecstatic thoughts of just how good this was, how good this body is after all. And I am blushing to myself, so aware of the seed that is still in me, in my sex, and just how good I feel about this change in my life. I can't recall any of the troubles I have had to deal with recently, because right now, I am simply so profoundly happy, like I have never really been.

---

A week has passed, or at least it feels like that. I have not been obsessing over the calendar much, since Harrison is there to make the time pass faster. He's a really great guy, and his company has been immensely valuable. There is always something of romance floating in the air, but he doesn't push it, he doesn't keep making allusions to it- although we did have spontaneous sex a couple more times. But I have been meditating a lot over it, and in the end I am glad all this happened, because I could have missed the opportunity of this friendship entirely without. Plus, it's not all looking too bleak, because he might have found a lead on a website that secretly helps people in situations like us, and a community is just what we need. But we'll look more into that after breakfast.

-- Your toast, with butter as always ? he asks.

-- Yep !

I watch him get busy preparing our breakfast, something he is far better at than I am. I actually have my eyes on his butt, and I am kind of ashamed to think that of the two of us, I must be the horniest one. I am starting to feel a little hot, even... Like, really hot. Wow, that's weird, it ripples all over me and makes it hard to breathe...

-- Hey, Harry ? Sorry but I'm going to the bedroom for a second, I feel a bit odd.

-- Oh yeah ? You think that's some side effects again or something ?

-- Huh, can't tell. I'll just call you if I need help, ok ?

-- All right. I'll be waiting and keeping your toast warm. Take it easy, honey.

I hurry over to the bedroom and close the door behind me. I don't call it my room anymore, since Harry and I decided we would sleep together every night, because it would be awkward to have one on the couch. Not because of the couch, because of not sleeping together. But anyway, I sit on the edge of the bed, and reluctantly pull my pants down. I would take my shirt off first because I am feeling searing hot, but I have to do that first, because I feel it in my belly, I feel it down there. I start panting and grunting, struggling without being sure what for, I don't really understand what's happening to me at all, I just have an idea of what to do. I sit farther back on the bed, close my eyes and take long breaths before holding them in. It's coming, it's very, very low in me. I spread my legs, and feel my slit spread... What the hell is happening to me ? I open an eye, and can't believe what I see, despite it explaining the sensations. A strange object is coming out of my sex, and apparently it is... an egg ?! All things considered it would not be so weird, but it still baffles me. I close my eyes again, and give a firm push. Once the bigger part of it is out, the rest slides out easily, leaving me some breathing room for relief. But it does not last, because I feel a second one coming. The solid object forces my sex wide open, and I have to give wave after wave of pushing to get it out. The process is not painful, thank god, because it just being weird is already unpleasant. The second egg slides out, and I can finally sigh in relief now that I am rid of this burden. That is, at least, until I feel a third one push its way out. I brace myself for it.

When I come back to the kitchen and Harrison turns around, he drops the toast on the floor, which it makes me shiver and bring the eggs closer to me ; I can't afford to drop them like that. I place them on the table and we make extra sure they won't roll off. Harrison is at least in as much shock as I initially was, and he just asks :

-- You made these ? Wh... What does this mean ?

-- I don't really know, no, I don't have a clue actually. It just happened, and they're ours now.

I let the silence happen for a moment, I am sure Harry has a lot to think through. Then, I continue :

-- I hope you are fine with this, but... I want to keep them.

Harrison passes his wing over his face, and when it brushes away, he is looking at me with a faint but warm smile. I see that he wants to embrace me, so I step closer, and sink into the cushion that is his torso. I don't know what is going to happen to us, and these eggs are adding one more element of uncertainty into the equation. But, all things considered, with Harrison by my side, I don't feel afraid of the future at all. Whatever happens, as long as we have this love, I feel that everything that be fine.