You kept waiting for Hannah to return. She was taking hours, but she would probably be back soon you kept telling your self. You leaned against the fence taking in the smells of the coop. It smelled awful, like poop and dust and dead grass, but you were use to it and enjoyed it in part. One of your former male class mates left behind a egg but you just giggled watching them mill around and cluck.
You didn’t even notice how you leaned against the fence of the chicken coop you legs began to bend the opposite way. Nor your feet turning into talons tearing apart your boots. Or when a thin white feathers made its way up your legs, too distracted by Jim nibbling on the seeds on the ground. You did notice when your chest got heavier.
You looked down and saw that you had just gone up at least two cupsizes.
You panic and make a break for the fence tripping on your new feet. You land on your chest your larger, more sensitive breasts sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You shiver and your hat falls off revealing a floppy red comb coming out of your long blond hair. You look back and see yellow talons instead of human toes at the end of your legs. You crawl on the ground, your fingers merging into hand talons with two fingers and a thumb, leaving you with three fingers total on each hand. Your teeth start melding together, extending from your lips into a beak, your nose reduced two two holes in the side of what was once your white teeth.
White feathered were all over your body.
First you were now a chicken girl, no use hiding it. Your legs ended in three digits sharp yellow talons that gave your legs the appearance of walking on heels.
Next your hands now had three digits, each of which are yellow and way more flexible than human fingers. Your breasts were now K cups and strained against the straps of your overalls, the feathers only adding to the strain. Did I forget to mention that you were only wearing overalls with no bra or panties under so if the straps ever break your left nude? No? Well good thing I brought it up now. Your hips now matched your mammaries giving you a hour glass look. You feel your face and notice the beak, but not to worry, your face still has human characteristics similar to a cartoon drawing of a female chicken girl rather than a full chicken. You let out a sigh of relief. You also feel the floppy red thing at the top of your head sticking out of your blond hair, feeling to the side you no longer had your human ears either.
You hear Hannah coming with a bunch of buckets ready to feed your class mates.
Your cheeks turn red. How will she react to you like this? Will she get mad? Will she even recognize you? What if he tries to get you to lay eggs? Would you like it?
All these questions and she was getting closer.