"Linda! Breakfast is ready!"
Linda clucked in surprise, realizing that not only did she have to deal with her changes, but also with how she has to keep this from everyone else. Her panicked mind ran through any possibility of trying to avoid the issue, only to sigh when she figured that the best thing to do was to get it out of the way.
"I'll be right down, mom!"
The fact that her own walking was now altered so that her head bobbed forward and back with every step like a bird and that every step now naturally brought her knees all the way up to hips like a chicken does did nothing to comfort her. Surprisingly enough, she could still traverse around just as naturally as before, even managing to step down the stairs at her usual pace with no problem. Bracing herself, Linda stepped into the kitchen where her mom was setting breakfast up for the family.
"H-hi mom... Please don't freak out!" Linda said, squinting as she held herself back from the inevitable panic.
Her mom turned around to see her daughter and her eyes widened... only for them to relax and breath a sigh of relief.
"Oh Linda, you gave me a scare with that warning! Is there something wrong?" she asked as set a few bowls on the table.
"'Something wrong'? D-don't you see I've changed into some chicken boy thing?!"
"Oh sweetie," her mom said comfortingly, combing her hand through her down like hair before kissing her on the forehead. "I know you're growing older now, but I'll always see you as my little chick, omelet!"
"What?!" Linda cried in disbelief at her mom's strange acceptance of her new form.
"Oh, sorry dear! I know you don't like me calling you that, but you're just so cute like a yolk!"
Linda's disbelief turned into more shock as she saw chicken comb pushing through her mom's hair as it became a similarly pale white down. Her mom continued to set the table putting the last bowls down as Linda realized that the bowls were actually filled with chicken feed. As soon as she set the bowls down, her hands shot towards her armpits as they folded like her daughter's. Linda was frozen with fear as she witnessed the same transformation that she went through. The only difference now was that when her mom's clothes ripped apart from the changes, they actually fell away into nothingness, leaving only an apron with a wet tipped tent in the front. But she knew her mom preferred to cook without clothes on.
Linda shook her head at the strange thought that entered her mind. While she still had her knowledge before the changes set in, she was discovering new memories that she could recall, often conflicting with her original human memories.
"Is there something wrong, honey?" her mom asked. She looked at her daughter up and down before smiling. "Oh I see what's the matter. I'll be happy to help my little hen out!"
With that, Linda's mom proceeded to...