"BWACK", Kyle said. He instinctivly covered his mouth with his hand, but that only stifled his clucking. "What was going on?" he asked himself once his brief clucking fit had ended. "Why am I also clucking?"
"BECOCK! Bawk.. You are finally showijg signs BAWK! of becomming like us honey Bawk Bawk" answered his Mom, still clucking as a third egg slipped out of her pants. Ally was now laying her 5th as well.
That seemed to be the extent of his mother's and sister's egg laying though as both got up, collected their eggs, and went inside. Kyle of course followed, curious as to what his Mom had meant.
"What do you mean Mom, Bawk" Kyle asked, with another cluck escaping at the end.
"Bawk Bawk BECOCK! Bawk. You are part chicken Kyle. You, Me, and Ally either already have have or soon will end up being part chicken. It is a hereditary trait I developed it seems." Explained Mom. And adding to that "I had hoped you would not be affected since you'remy son, but seems I was being a bit too optimistic. Don't worry though. Both Ally and Myself will always be heer to help you adjust to your new womenhood. And even though it may be scary at first, I assure you that it will be alright."
"Wait, Kyle is becomming a girl?" Chimed in Ally.
"Well, it isn't a guarentee, but his chances of not becomming one are unfortunately practically nonexistent. Maybe 1 in 3,000,000 if I am remembering correctly. So... yeah, unfortunate as it may sound, Kyle is going to become your older sister and my first daughter." Replied Mom. "So, I guess I should pick a new name for you since Kyle isn't really a woman's name. Hmm... lets see. If you were born a girl, I would have liked to call you Annie, but now that your little cousin was born and named annie, I can't do that. So let's go with Kelsey. It is similar to Kyle anyways, so you should be able to adapt quick enough." Instructed his Mom.
"I can't even name myself?" Kyle asked disheartened at hearing he would soon be a girl. He hadn't meant to go this far, but now that it did, he wasnt sure how to exactly fix it either. He knew if he just randomly made changes, it easily could make things worse, so he had decided to hold off for now.
"Nope. You aee my daughter, Kelsey. So I have the honor of name you."
"But..."
"Don't even bother arguing, you know how she gets about these things Kelsey. It is best to just accept it and move on" interrupted Ally.
Kelsey knew her sister was right. Their Mom had a few things she never would budge on. And the parent naming the child was one of them.
"Now then. Since Kelsey will be laying eggs soon, I need to go out and get her a proper nest. So for now, I want both of you to move Kelsey's bed out into the garage for now. I will have someone come by to collect it later. Also, Ally, please help your sister sort through her clothes. Get rid of any tight fitting pants, most of her shirts, all of her underware, shorts and socks. Oh and also all of her shoes besides one pair of athletic sneakers. She is going to need a new wardrobe now, so best make some room while we can. And If it isn't much trouble, please lend her a pair of your panties and a skirt too. She can keep her current top for now, but once she begins to develope her breasts, she may need to barrow a bra or 2 until she's stopped growing."
"Okay Mom!" Ally said enthusiastically. Apparently she was enjoying this. Well, she had always wanted an older sister, so Kelsey reasoned that it made sense. Of course she would be happy.
One thing Kelsey was thankful for though is that everyone seemed to no longer be squawking and clucking. She guessed it only would happen when laying eggs.
"Oh, one more thing before I leave" their Mom called out. "Let me know periodically how far you are comming along with the transformation. If you have your full breasts, I may be able to pick you up a temporary bra until we can get you properly measured. Ally, help her measure herself and teach her how to put one on if that happens."
Ally nods and their Mom leaves. Kelsey was astutely aware of the fact that her body was becomming all tingly. Her muscles felt cramped too. Like how everything was stiff after a long day of labor. However, one particular sensation made her very anxious, since it was coming from somewhere in her gut, and unlike the other feelings, this was not a tingle. It was the feeling of a hard mass forming. In other words, her eggs were beginning to form.