Damon got used to his new life as a parrot very easily. After all, he had expected a worse time adjusting. But instead, he came to appreciate his new existence fast and in a swift fashion. He came to the realization that as a parrot, seeds and fruits were much more fitting of his diet than Eric's worms and bugs. It appealed to his remaining threads of humanity too. Nuts were good too. Delicious, in fact. Damon reflected that had never eaten so much healthy food since he had left humanity behind. Then again, Damon was a bluebird, and his own diet comprised of invertebrates mostly. But Circe's numerous bird feeders gave them both plenty of crumbs and seeds. Damon felt that it was way better than any fast-food joint he had ever been into. And Eric was good company. Sure, they had lost their human speech, but it was not necessary to fly about and generally enjoy life. Damon quickly forgot human comforts. Why miss the Internet when satyrs brought in the open raucous partying and incredible sex scenes that were a lot more true - most ironically - than any adult site or show than he could remember watching? And the general inhabitants of Circe's garden were fascinating to look at. True, a few times, due to a storm, Damon had regretted his bed, but Eric had shown him that Circe let any animal get cozy in her abode when it was rainy or cold. So overall, being a parrot was quite pleasant for Damon. He did not regret his decision at all.
Then, one day, he and Eric saw a newcomer arriving. It was not the first time. They both looked at what happened next, very much excited. What would the visitor become after meeting Circe? Oh, some left, but they were few. In no time, a new faun, satyr or animal graced the gardens. Yet what caught Damon's attention at once was that the newcomer was Lamont. His vile stepfather! What was he doing here? Damon glided into Circe's entrance parlor, followed by his friend. No way was he going to miss that!
And it started as he suspected. In a shabby attire, Lamont went up to Circe, demanding to know where Damon was. He reeked of beer, cigarette smoke, and also of weed and filth. He was crass and it was clear he came just because Damon's mother had begged him to help search for the young man. Circe was not impressed. The guy had a mean spell coming to him and he would deserve it completely. Damon squawked and flapped his wings. He caught the attention of Circe and he tried to make clear what he wanted as his horrid step-father's transformation. Whether she understood animal speech fluently or if she could read minds, she understood and nodded. She told Lamont he was an awful man and that he deserved his transformation. She then blasted her magic at the disgusting idiot.