The flamingo winced and fell crestfallen, body drooping, wings falling slack, as Ty completely missed her plaintive warning and transformed her anyway.
“...Kangaroo.”
Even before the word left his mouth she felt a sickening terror. The flamingo lost her feathers as they shrank back into her body, and her neck scrunched in. She thickened, her body barrelled, her stomach shrank in, she felt her legs grow huge and powerful. Muscle. Yes. Good strong lady kangaroo. A pouch opened up on her stomach. Good for Joey. She felt mentally weak and began to surrender to the animal as more of Eileen was lost and less human remained in the body. What was she worried about?
As her body gained form, her ears popped back and grew, and her long tail stretched in above her rump, the lady kangaroo struggled immensely to focus. Her... intelligence... no, her essence... it was... it was fading. Eileen was fading.
Who was Eileen?
It suddenly rushed back enough to scare the shit out of the poor animal and she flagged her ears in horror. No! No! I’m human! I’m human! Tell Ty he’s making me vanish!
The marathon of transformation and various animal forms was making her literally lose her mind. Whatever could be qualified as human thought was dwindling dangerously close to the edge of never coming back again. The kangaroo could only think: pen. Write. Help.
She hopped towards the pen on the table, giant to her, and awkwardly grabbed it. Ty watched in alarm as the animal’s paws struggled to hold the huge plastic tube. She looked down at the paper, trying to remember how to write, and had to focus with all of her mental power just to form words.
Fading. Fading. Fading. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, trying to shake off her own impending loss of self.
She drug the pen over the paper, trembling, and line by painful line she scrawled out what she thought was a message.
Ty struggled to read it. The penmanship was terrible, which he didn’t know was due to Eileen fast losing her ability to write.
Make human fast, Ty managed to make out. The last word was less writing and more incomprehensible scribbles. The kangaroo dropped the pen, hopping suddenly in startled animalistic alarm. She stood in alarm, looking around blanky, barely seeing Ty. When the teen moved, the kangaroo hunched down ready to run.
Ty stared, trying to understand what he was looking at while he attempted to make sense of her message.