You were curious if these eggs were fertilized or not, so you broke one open inside the tub. You didn't feel any significant attachment to them, so you guessed they were not. Upon cracking one open, the glob of the yellow yoke spilled out, confirming your suspicions.
Seeing the egg, you are reminded that you haven't even eaten yet today, and eggs sounded really good right about now. Plus you just happen to have 8 fresh ones right here next to you. You quickly shower up then head to the Chronivac to make a slight edit to yourself, making it so that eating one's own eggs is a perfectly healthy and normal thing to do. Satisfied with the edit, you also make it so that your clothing now are all made to allow you to lay eggs while wearing them, if you ever had to that is.
Now that that is taken care of, you walk to your kitchen carrying one of your eggs with you in your arms. You also have stored your cock and balls inside of your pussy, as wrapping it around your leg felt odd to you. It was an interesting feeling. Unlike how you expected it to be, it wasn't pleasurable. It didn't hurt or anything either. It was just, there now. But not having your huge balls slap the backs of your thighs with every step is a big improvement.
Cooking your egg was a bit of a challenge given its size. But you managed to do so, turning all of it into a large dinner plate of scrambled eggs. You put the 7 remaining eggs into your now massive walk-in fridge for later.
In this reality, you seem to be significantly well off, financially speaking, as your current house is practically a mansion. After cleaning up "breakfast", you decide to explore this brand new home of yours. It is huge, and maybe even a bit too big for just yourself. As you wander, you come across a walk-in closet full of dresses, skirts, and rows upon rows of high heels, varying from just an inch, all the way up to over a foot tall in heel height. And many of them were what you would normally consider to be "stripper heels". Among them were also a few extreme heels, such as the 5 pairs of ballet boots, 2 of which even had a pad lock on their ankle straps. As you look through your clothing, you begin to notice how quite a few outfits will end up containing some amount of feathers, as quite a few pieces of your clothes now seem to have at least some of them, while others look practically like a bird suit. You do have an urge to wear some of them, but ignore it for now, as you are still enjoying the freedom of nakedness.
One piece of clothing catches your eye though. It is what you only can assume to be a pair of gloves. What made them interesting was that they were made to look like bird wings, where the space between each finger was layered with long feathers. You try on the left one, just because how could you not? They are indeed gloves, and now it looks as if your left arm is now a wing with white feathers. "Haha these are kind of cool!" You laugh while putting the other one on. Thankfully you can still manage to do a few things with your hands, but the fingers are still somewhat restricted to the general bone structure of the wings.
You walk over and check yourself out in the mirror that takes up a large portion of one of the walls. You look like you have a large pair of chicken wings. And as a joke, you squat down and fold them back along your sides, which oddly feels quite natural to do. They also are rather cozy and warm too.
You then hear someone calling your name. You do not recognize the voice, but this is a new reality, so there is no guarantee that you would anyways. However your body feels excited to hear that person, so you peak out of the closet to see who it is, completely forgetting that you are currently naked and have wing gloves on at the moment. You see the person who is calling your name spot you and start running closer with outstretched arms and a big smile, looking like they want to hug you until you pop.