Dan was just starting to get used to this, and honestly in comparison to his nose, especially with how congested it usually was in the Summer, his antenna were much better at the job they did. He experimented and almost swooned from how sweet his tooth paste smelled at a closer inspection with his new antenna. "Damn these things are great at what they do..." He wanted to get a better look at how everything changed so far...that, and the smell of his sweat on his clothes was really rancid.
Maybe...maybe there WERE some upsides to this arrangement. At least he wasn't small or weak or anything. Dan felt his arms and still felt strength and capacity, in fact, being most insects developed proportional strength, he actually felt stronger than he'd ever felt before. He chuckled, "Maybe she meant to make me like The Fly, but I'm feeling pretty good right---"
He suddenly felt a choking, sudden pain ripple through him and he started flailing as he tried to get his shirt off of his body. It was difficult being that he now had antenna, and he couldn't just peel it off. He was feeling something in his back, like new fibers and muscles and nerves were growing in all at once! His body was burning, and he frantically moved about trying to find a good way to get his shirt off. He cursed outloud, "Fuck...fuck!!"
And then he lost his patience and simply ripped his shirt clean off of him, panting and breathing in relief as he started to see what had become of him. His back started pulsing and a slight section started buzzing. His shoulder and trapezius area looked odd all of a sudden...and then he felt his back seem to open up. "Ohh...Oh fuck..." He watched as his flesh colored skin there lifted alongside insectile wings. The inside of which were more typically insect-like. The size and scope of the wings let Dan achieve some flight in the room even just buzzing there.
Well, people always said red bull gives you wings.
"I'll bet," Dan said with a wry smile, "They never heard about this giving you wings literally..." He started fiddling a bit with it, and realized this meant shirts were almost definitely out of the question. He managed to close up his wings again, folding them back against his back, though they were always slightly displayed.
Did this mean he could go out and just fly around now? M-Maybe, if he could find a place lonely and alone enough. He didn't want to be dragged into a lab and cut up or anything. The teen decided to look into it, he was not missing out on a chance to at least reap some enjoyment from this curse. He HAD always wanted to fly after all...