“Buckgaaaaaaaaaaaw!” you cry out. Once again, you’re pushing as hard as you can. The pain is unbearable. Your cloaca feels like its about to tear. Your fourth egg has had more time to develop and the added pressure from it is beyond anything you thought you’d be able to take.
You’re looking into the mirror through the glasses. You’re imagining a bald eagle. A manly eagle. An eagle without a stomach full of eggs. But that’s not what’s staring back at you. Your plan failed.
The instructions. You only read a little bit of them. Maybe somewhere in that legalese is something about how to fix this. The transformation was only partial on you, after all. So maybe even if its permanent on others there will be a way back for glasses’ owner?
You try to tell Steel to carry you back to the living room, back to the instructions that you can see lying on the floor. Back to your one hope of salvation. But you can’t. The pain is too much and all you can make are a series of clucks.
You raise a feathered arm and point your nub towards the instructions. Steel understands.
As he carries you out of the bathroom you catch a final glimpse of yourself. A petite, white feathered body with a bulging stomach, the outlines of 2 eggs clearly visible. You can’t see the other two, but you can certainly feel them.
Below your belly is a pair of skinny, orange scaled legs ending in a foot with 4, small, nub like claws. Above it, long feathered “arms” – useless for anything other than pointing. But the worst is your head.
Its shaped vaguely like a human head with a small yellow beak. You didn’t realize it until now but you’re panting. A small red tongue pulls in an out of your mouth with each breath, small drops of drool hanging off the end of it.
You can’t see any visible ears, though they’re obviously still there somewhere. The top of your head has a small patch of red feathers that breaks the otherwise monotone white feathers that cover the rest of your body. None of the feathers looks like hair – just normal feathers covering your head. And your eyes. They’re small beady eyes. Inhuman eyes. But you can see small tears forming around their edges as the muscles in your oviduct clamp down on the egg stuck partially out of your crotch.