Sherry tried to scream for help, but suddenly, all that came out were a series of clucks.
She could feel something happening to her face...her nose was expanding, growing down as her lower lip expanded to meet....it looked almost like a beak. Looking up at the giant chicken, their beak was starting to look more like a long nose, with a mouth below it.
It was like they were both becoming a mix of parts. Sherry focused on the chicken, who seemed to be becoming slimmer, before a blouse and a pair of jeans appeared on her stick-like legs, and a pair of glasses on her new beak-nose.
She spotted the desk chair shifting to something more chicken person friendly, and a picture of a chicken family on the wall.
Finally, there was this loud shrill noise that echoed through the room, and the computer beeped.
"Sherry," the chicken woman said. "How did you get in the house? Honestly, build a human coop in the backyard...fresh eggs every day....I didn't know I'd be living on a friggin' farm." The chicken picked Sherry up in her arms. "Let's get you back outside."