“All right.” Eileen paced her living room nervously, tail swaying behind her in agitation. “So your power is working, but I can’t change back into my normal self. What did you mean when you said you thought you might have to undo everything?”
Ty watched the frantically pacing roo lady from the couch with more than interest. He wondered how her fur felt. He had never pet a kangaroo. He also knew now was not the time.
“Uh...” Ty gulped. “All I was saying was that we could try reversing the animal thing.”
“Oh.” Eileen stopped suddenly, ears flicking up in alarm and heavy tail swinging out and raising at the same time. She looked adorable.
Ty gulped. Eileen gulped. They stared at each other nervously.
“Y-You mean... in chronological order, right? As in, make me a flamingo. Then a moose, then a giraffe, and so on?”
“Y-Yes,” Ty went pale. “Exactly.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “What else is there to try?”
Ty shook his head and shrugged in defeated confusion. “I-I don’t know.”
“Keep me humanoid!” Eileen blurted suddenly, gulping in fresh remembrance of her near-loss of herself. “Please! My mind, it... it started to... go away.”
Ty gulped harder and began to tremble. “I understand. I won’t... I’ll keep you a woman.”
“What if it doesn’t work?” She whispered nervously. “What if I don’t change?”
“I don’t know,” Ty almost began crying again. “I-I could... I could change other people so you’re not alone, or... or... make them accept you. I don’t know.”
“Okay. Okay.” Eileen consoled, carefully sitting down and crossing her legs, putting her hands on her lap and concentrating. She was, herself, trying not to panic. “Go ahead. Go ahead and try.”
Ty concentrated, focused, and tried to revert her to a flamingo woman. The Kangaroo grunted inhumanly and her eyes shot open. Her big boxy snout pulled into a grin. “I feel it! I feel it!”
She began to shift. Her fur roughened and began to turn to hot pink feathers. Her legs slimmed and lost their tight muscle. Her torso shrank and thinned dramatically, her upper body strength softened and deflated. Her arms began to grow feathers down their length, which began to expand into impressive flamingo wings. Eileen gasped as her pinked finger began to elongate into a wing structure. Her thumb and three fingers remained the same but began to extrude little yellow claws that seemed to match her quickly flattening web feet. She let out a pleased and excited sigh as she outstretched one of her arms, nearly double her height, and whooshed it up and down, kicking up such a force of air that it knocked over a statue sitting on her coffee table. Her face, halfway between bird and mammal, began to crackle, her muzzle began to crunch into a distinctive hooked grey beak. The feathers overtook her had. Her neck began to tug up longer and longer and longer.
Breathing heavily, feathers dishevelled, an aroused and much leggier 6’8” flamingo woman sat in the middle of the living room and tugged the edges of her beak up into a shocked smile. Her breasts had shrunken dramatically to mere C cups of their former self, tight and pert, her body was lean and skinny as can be, and every inch of her save for her beak, legs, and strange clawed fingers was covered in a gorgeous wash of creamy pink, her wingtips a deep jet black.
“I’m a Chilean...” she giggled excitedly.
“Huh?” Ty gaped, just a shocked at how incredible she looked.
“I-I’m a Chilean flamingo! They used to migrate to the west when I was a kid, I’m...” she sighed dreamily, stood up, and fluttered her long luscious wings out, shivering a little, “I’m beautiful.”
Ty found it hard to disagree. She was certainly a stunning flamingo woman.
“So light...” she turned, fanning out the tail feathers above her still shapely rear. “So delicate...” She covered herself with her wing arms and seemed to blush pinker around her beak.
Ty felt himself, despite the circumstance, start to grow hard.
Eileen turned her beak suddenly, on her long curvy neck, alarmed, and seemed to sniff the air in Ty’s direction.
“Y-You’re excited, darling!”
Ty blushed deep red and gasped. “You can... you can smell that?”
“My senses...” she gulped, blushing even more pink all over. “They’re so... so attuned. So... strong.”
She blinked several times, shocked, and let out a screech of horror that made Ty jump from the couch and scream in response.
“Becca’s home!” Eileen cried, frantically dancing on the spot on her lanky long legs. “Oh my God, she’s home early!”
Ty grabbed the flamingo woman’s ‘hand’ and pulled her up towards the kitchen. The bird woman complied as the sound of footsteps in the front walk began to echo closer and closer.
“My room!” She cried. “Get me to my room!”