So what’ll it be Tyler? Or is Taylor more appropriate now?
Tyler groaned in frustration as he weighed his options, he knew the chances were that he would get the head. But wouldn’t that be better than the freak he is now? He knew he had to pick quickly, he could feel something shift inside of him.
I’ll-I’ll spin again, he said
Excellent! the witch proclaimed and spun the wheel.
Of course it landed on the head.
Tyler gasped and fell backward, WAIT! he screamed as the feathers began growing up his neck. His bottom and top lips stretched and hardened as he manically tried to grab them with his wings. Feathers grew all on his face and smoothed with the rest of his body. His hair morphed into a comb, and a red sack grew under his chin. Then he shrunk to one foot and his transformation was complete. He tried to speak-