The door unlocked and swung open just as Ty and Eileen bolted towards the hallway. They heard a crash, and both turned with nearly the same fearful and sheepish expression.
Becca stood in shock, her bag of groceries sideways on the floor with produce spilling out onto the living room rug.
Ty stared in shock. Eileen gasped and suddenly unfurled her wings, covering her obvious nudity.
Becca’s expression turned to terror. She screamed. Eileen squawk-screamed. Ty screamed. All three bolted away from the other, Becca tumbling down the step and nearly braining herself on the concrete while Eileen tripped over Ty with her big webbed feet and skidded across the linoleum to land beak first into the wall, leaving a sizeable crunched in dent in the drywall. Stunned, the flamingo woman fell to her knees and whimpered as Ty rushed to her side.
“Oh God...” Eileen said weakly, mortified. “How... how are we... are we going to explain this?”
“Leave out the hand part.” Ty gasped, red faced.
Eileen shot him a horrified look and nodded enthusiastically, wagging her beak. “Yes... yes... the hand part never happened.”
As if that would make everything better.
When Becca stepped back into the house, the younger and much less ample college girl simply stared in shock trough her ajar glasses.
“W-What...” she managed, then paused, and seemed to search the air itself for the right words. “The fuck? Is that?”
“Uh...” Eileen stood with Ty, once again covering herself with her wings as she rubbed her smarting beak. “That. Is your mother?”
Becca stared in disbelief as she recognized the voice, although it had a strange parrot like quality to it.
“What?” Becca whispered, slowly closing the door in shock and carefully approaching the teen and the flamingo woman. She barely even noticed Ty.
“Why... why are you dressed up like a flamingo? It looks so real.”
“I’m not dressed up. This is me now.” Eileen felt her heart pounding in her chest as Becca approached... and grabbed her sore beak in her hand. Her daughter pulled it, expecting the ridiculous neck and head mask to come off... and Eileen honked in pain.
“JESUS!” Becca flung back, horrified.
“It’s attached, girl! That’s my face you’re trying to rip off!” Eileen spat, reaching up and rubbing her poor beak in both hands, shooting Becca motherly angry eyes she had seen ten million times before.
That did it. Becca’s eyes widened in shock. “Holy shit.”
“And don’t curse!” Eileen pointed, annoyed.
Becca circled her mother in total shock and her eyes kept getting wider and wider. “Oh my God. That’s not a costume, is it?”
“Very perceptive, darling.” Eileen sighed, lowering her wings just enough to cover her rack and fluffy pubic feathers.
“What... what happened to you? How can this be?”
More annoyed with the whole situation than anything, Eileen let out another heavy sigh and motioned to Ty.
“Ty, my daughter Becca. Becca, might I introduce you to a teenager who can alter the fabric of reality.” She shot him a death glare across the top of her beak, her brown eyes turning somewhat angry. “Thus, through a series of events I’m not keen on repeating right now, I’m apparently trapped as a flamingo lady.”
Becca stared at Ty, who winced next to Eileen. The flamingo put her wing on her head, swayed a little, and turned toward the hall.
“I need a moment,” she grumbled. “Or some clothes, at least.”
Becca simply stared at Ty, so utterly confused her brain couldn’t comprehend reality for a few moments.
“W-Why is my mom a giant naked talking flamingo woman?” Becca deadpanned. “Can we start there?”