Ollie sat there in the warm glow of his first orgasmic aftermath. If he had lips he would have been smiling, but as it was, the young birdboy slumped, still panting. He didn't notice that his talons had torn his sneakers far more than they could handle in the throes of his bliss. The rubber soles having disassembled to the point that the canvas simply fell back. His talons weren't sensitive enough and he was still too enrapt to notice as the sneakers simply fell off his talons onto the bed. The ring warmed tracing magic through his now completely naked body, but he didn't start to shrink or lose his humanoid features. The ring's magic sensed his state of being, and accepted it as a part of his natural self. Ollie had not realized that by putting on a feather, that feather was now a part of him, and was a part of hundreds of others. His sneakers had been a catalyst for becoming anthropomorphic, but in achieving orgasm, he had changed the nature of the magic that changed him in turn. He was now a birdboy. Even if he put on more human clothes, this would be his true and natural self. The ring, sensing this, silently and discretely slid off his finger onto the carpeted floor....