'Fuck it, if sleeps what the body wants, that's what it gets'
By now, you were content with going with the flow.
Heck, dying as food for your werebat girlfriend had been the most excitable part of your honest to Earth bland life.
You knew that you'd be missed, sure, but they'd be able to move on, their lives are already going fine.
Spiralling in a self-indulgent black void, empty space had never felt so comforting...
Yet you awoke.
Sudden, aware.
You knew it wasn't going to be the end.
"I'M SOSO SORRY! I-I just...Didn't realise how much I needed to eat.... I'M SORRY I COULDVEKIL-"
"Stop."
!?
A Deepened tone mocks your own.
"Wha-" Initially intending to cover your hands over your mouth, you find you're currently feeling your nuzzle with the hooks that adorn your wings.
"Well shit, that's sure....wow just....That'll take time to get used to."
Unsure of what to do now, Sarah crouches beside you.
"So..."
"Hmm?"
Acting on unintentional thought, the cluster of fur you assume to be a tail, writhes to life as she comes closer.
Her small tuft of fluff wiggles back.
"Do you want to see the other changes?"
Rising heat causes a gulp, a nod and some of fur to tingle.
Goosebumps (or in this case, batbumps?) feel their way along your arms.
Raising yourself with the local aid of the bed, you heave up, increased distance from the ground stumbles you onward.
Sarah tries to lend a hand but your dismissal assurance of "Just need to get used to it..." is enough to keep the majority of your steps done with your own will.
The real surrealness of the situation hasn't really kicked in, not until this very moment.
Where once you could say you're just a standard Joe, some guy with no outstanding history, living between the office and the apartment.
Now, you have auburn fur where your once sun-lacking skin was.
Fluffy butt, to match your fluffy tail.
And, unlike the expectation set by many forms of media, your ears rest where they were, bigger, darkened by blended black-grey, opening out in a oval-ish cone.
Sarah, who you completely forgot about while staring at the details in the reflection, now flicks through a couple sheets of photos, bat photos.
"Ooh~!"
Twisting around, seeing her eagerness. "What's up?"
It comes out more sensual then you intended, startling yourself more than it does her.
Clearing her throat for dramatic effect, she declares; "Azores noctule! Interesting...."
You rest your head upon her shoulders, looking at the mini info sheet she's complied
(explains her mass amount of them, all on differing species.)
"From what I can see...you're the Azores noctule, what's interesting is the rarity of them, long tail compared to most bats, even the endangered declaration of the species..."
"So, how rare is it exactly to be the arror-aro-"
"Azores? Easily an estimated 0.0002%"
"Oh! I almost forgot! Wanna see something cool?"