The power of having a pair reality changing sunglasses is too much for you to take in all at once. Something like this could make your dreams come true. You’re about to put them back on when you notice your reflection in the rear-view mirror. What would happen if you were wearing them when you saw your own reflection? Would you turn into an anthropomorphic bird? Would you be male? Would you be female? These glasses could easily destroy your life at a single glance. You need some time to think about this. You have all the time in the world to use these things, no reason to screw things up 5 minutes in.
As you drive home you ponder the possibilities. The shop clerk seemed to retain their personality but, then again, you didn’t really talk to her post-turkification, and its not like you were imaging up a whole new persona for her – you just thought “turkey” and poof. Maybe if you add some more words in there you could alter who their thoughts, their personalities, maybe even their history?
You pull into your apartment complex and see that the wall mounted mailboxes are open with a pair of legs visible underneath. The mailman is here. Well, no better time to test the limits of these glasses’ power. You put on the glasses and walk around the open wall of mailboxes.
As you turn the corner the mailman briefly looks back at you.
“How’s it going?” he mumbles under his breath.
You see him through the glasses, a decidedly average white male in his mid 30’s. But in your mind you picture as a tall, masculine bald eagle, rippling with muscles and having taken a knee to great his old master after having picked up the mail.
For a moment the world seems to be a daydream, then you snap back to reality. You’re taken off the glasses and are holding them in your hand, but the creature you see in front of you is exactly what you imagined.
He’s a 6’2” anthropomorphic bald eagle. His beak looks like it could rip a man in half, while his sharp, yellow eyes are fixed into a permanent glare. At 250 pounds of pure muscle he’s wearing nothing but the feathers he was born with.
His arms are… wings? They bend like human arms, but you can’t see any hands – just the tips of some finger-like talons poking out through the feathers where hands would be. They do seem to be grasping the mail though. His legs look like stereotypical bird legs. His feet have four toes. The three pointing forward have large, deadly looking talons on the end. The fourth toe is small and pointed backward, with just the tiniest nub of a talon protruding.
He’s currently on his knees and raises his head to look at you as though waiting for something.
“Steel, how long have you been my slave?” you ask. Suddenly you wonder why you called him Steel? Is that his name? It certainly seemed proper.
“All my life master, I was bonded to you shortly after we were both born.” He answers without hesitation, though you can see him raise his eyebrows as if confused. Although this is the first time you’ve met, for him this has been his entire life.
“You’re home a bit early master. I picked up the mail. Shall we go to the apartment now?” he asks.
“Yes.” you say, as you walk towards the first day of the rest of your life.