...ears, they feel as if invisible hands are tugging and stretching them out like taffy. Your ears flail and flop around crazily like two poor drunken sailors as the ride twist and turn violently like a leaf in a storm. The air currents slapping and whipping away the human roundness into something more animalistic and pointed. A pair of cervine ears sticks out proudly from where your ears used to be when the ride reaches rock bottom and lurches upwards.
Under the night and lack of light, no one quite notice the deer bits you're sporting nor did they notice their own changes. You soon forget about the weird experience as the ride slows down and climbs up another hill again, distracted by the scenery. The giant Christmas tree looks so small from up here, and the buildings look more like gift boxes piled around it from this angle and height. You sigh dreamily at the mental image and brace yourself for the train to go over the tip once more, you still have about half the ride to go.
Your heart pounds in your ears as your world shifts downwards, the blood pumping hard in your veins as that weirdest feeling begin to blossom again in your...