It was humiliating, but Jeff wandered around the barnyard and did as chickens did. What else was she going to do? A woman, presumably the farmer, came by later with a sack of feed and tossed a generous supply out at the birds, which Jeff lipped up off the ground as best she could. The older woman didn't bat an eye at the extra large part-chicken in her midst. She seemed slightly more perturbed by the count, as Jeff noticed her seeming to try and count the chickens a couple of times before giving up.
As the sun went down, she noticed the other chickens begin to head into the coop, and Jeff did the same. She barely fit though the door, but managed with a bit of twisting. In the very dim light inside, she found a large enough box full of straw and tried to figure out how to get in it in order to sleep. After a couple of attempts, she simply stood in it and let her body settle down. She found her new legs were ready for the challenge and in moments, she was seated like all the other chickens.
She was there about an hour before she felt a strange urge in her gut. At first, she thought she had to poop and almost left the next to head into the yard, but after a second realized that it wasn't poop, it was an egg. There was a huge pressure in her cloaca, and Jeff strained a bit before it suddenly popped out into the straw. It was followed a few minutes later by the same feeling, and out came another egg. Jeff felt her body settle over them, keeping them warm and safe, as she nodded off to sleep.
The next morning, Jeff stood, looking amazed at what had come out of her. Two perfectly formed brown eggs. She forced herself to walk away from them, knowing that they were destined for a meal for someone soon. She wondered how many more of these she was going to make before the month was out?
She waked though the door without realizing that it was easier than before, as she'd lost another six inches overnight. She spotted a corn kernel on the ground and bent over the snap it up in her beak....
Beak? She blinked as she swallowed the kernel whole and crossed her eyes. Undeniably, she had a beak now!
She found a small puddle of water and looked at her reflection. She was still mostly a human, albeit a very small one, but her face was dominated by this new beak. Her other changes were the same. What had happened?
She pondered it over the day, checking back frequently to see if anything more had changed. If anyone had been watching, they'd have seen her as the worlds most narcissistic chicken. But as the day grew to an end, she relaxed and felt sure that she hadn't changed anymore. She went to the coop for her second night as a chickien. And it wasn't long before she felt a now-familiar urge and another egg came out.
She fell asleep shortly after, not knowing that when she woke the next morning, she'd find that she had a lovely red comb on the top of her head now.