Jess plucked a random vial out of the drawer marked "Birds." "Hey, this looks like a neat one. I've always wanted to fly."
"Go for it!" Mary encouraged. She watched her friend who, surprisingly, drank the entire thing. "Jess, you know that a full dose means--"
"Yeah," Jess said with a smile. "Don't worry, I've still got you to change me back." Then her entire body shot back with pain. "It feels like...I'm about to explode!"
Mary watched hundreds of thorn-like barbs erupt from her skin. They tore through her clothing, ripping her shirt to shreds. As quickly as they appeared, flat black things grew from them. As they got longer and longer, Mary realized Jess was growing enormous feathers.
Jess turned to face Mary, her head losing all its hair. Her lips had hardened into a yellow-gray beak and grew far out in front of her face. Her eyes became very round as they moved apart. Her ears shrank underneath her cloak of feathers.
Her shirt tore off entirely as her arms spread wider and wider. Skin and feathers joined her arms--now almost wings--with her torso, stopping at her waist. A plume of feathers stretched out from behind her to form a flat, triangular tail.
Her legs thinned and became slightly segmented. Her feet burst out from her shoes with long, sharp talons. Jess squawked in pain as she kicked off the destroyed footwear.
Then she began to shrink. Her shorts slipped off and her wings instinctively began to flap. Soon she was hovering in the air, not sure of where to go and still panicking from the transformation. As she flapped her wings, she continued to shrink. Three feet...two feet...one... Her bra and underwear fell to the floor, leaving her a very normal-looking raven with no human qualities to speak of.
Mary covered her face with her arms as Jess flapped in circles around the room. She started to wonder if Jess had retained any of her memories. Perhaps a full transformation affected the brain as well as the body. Finally, the raven calmed down and perched on the kitchen faucet. It stared at Mary.
Because she had no legs, Mary had to squirm her chocolate body across the floor to get closer to the sink. "Jess? Can you understand me? Do you remember who I am?"
The raven blinked, then attempted a nod.
"Speak if you can understand me," Mary said. The raven complied with a shrill squawk.
"Are you all right? Do you want to change back? One squawk for yes, and two for no." She could hardly believe the events so far today, particularly now that she was carrying on a conversation with a bird. This seemed even stranger than the fact that she herself had become living chocolate.
Jess squawked twice. Her head darted around the room. Apparently she was willing to make the best of her new form.
"I'll let you outside for a while, how about that?" Mary said. She slid herself over to the kitchen door, which let out into the backyard. Her mermaid tail was hard enough to move around, but her udder was the worst. Its dead weight dragged along on the tile which brought an uncomfortable pressure within it. She saw that she was making quite a few large chocolate streaks behind her.
She reached up and pulled on the door handle. It opened wide and the raven quickly flew out and away. "Don't forget your way back!" Mary called after her. She sat in the doorway for a few minutes, enjoying the rush of fresh air and the chirping of the birds. The fourth of her that remained feline wanted to go out and chase them, but she knew that was impossible in her state.
Mary waited for a few minutes, wondering how Jess was doing and hoping she would have a chance to try out a pair of wings before the day was over. She looked over her chocolate form yet again, feeling up her six smooth breasts and delicate udder. She made some impressions in her stomach with her thumbs, creating a small indent in the shape of a heart. She chuckled at the novelty of her condition.
Still, she wished she had her legs back. Being a mermaid was a neat idea, but it didn't help much when there was no water to swim in. She relaxed against the door frame, feeling her back ooze to mold itself around the wood. She slowly drifted off to unconsciousness, not realizing that the sun was starting its downward arc in the sky and would soon be in direct view from where she sat...