You run off around the zoo, looking around desperately to put
something on. It's getting warm, so you don't feel cold or anything,
but gosh, y'know, you were always told walking around naked was
embarrassing as a kid, so you thought it best to put something on.
You walk around, and eventually find a souvenir shop with some large
shirts that, you figure, you could probably put on, and would cover
you entirely. You sneak to a corner where no one is looking, and,
standing up on your tippy toes, you grab up red shirt with a picture
of a lion on it. You place on the shirt and, in a moment you feel your
body glowing, "...what the heck!? Oh gosh, it's not that stupid
curse.. but.. but how can I go around like?.."
Immediately, the glow lessens a bit, but it's still there. A pair of
feathery white wings burst and tear through the shirt (they're quite
big wings), and you feel your body get even younger by a year or
two... "great, like I needed that." You instinctively flap your wings
gently... and floating up now, you see yourself naked in front of a
mirror, glowing faintly, with a pair of white wings. You've been
turned into an angel boy! Guess that shirt won't fit anymore with
these wings in the way.