"I've had enough," Jasmine said. She turned to the audience. "Why are none of you helping us? Why are you all
standing there and watching this sick, twisted freak do this?" Her glare was fierce as she turned to the
remaining women on the stage with her. "We are stronger than this! We've overcome much worse."
Aurora, Tinkerbell, and Ariel looked at each other, then back to the Arabian beauty. "You're right," said
Ariel. Tinkerbell chimed her agreement.
"No, actually, she's wrong," interrupted Kylie. "She just has a lot to say, don't you princess? Always yapping
and squawking, nothing but a nuisance. I think it's time you looked the part." She snapped her fingers sharply
once, twice, three times. Each one sent a ripple of pins and needles across Jasmine's body, her skin breaking
out in goosebumps.
"I don't unders-AWK!" Her hands flew to her mouth at the sound that had come out. Cautiously she tried again,
coughing slightly. "Jasmine want a cracker, AWK!" Her voice was higher pitched and nasally which was odd began
her nose was melting into her face, leaving a smooth patch of tanned skin in its place. "Awk!" she squawked
loudly.
Jasmine's entire body was tingling. Something felt off or wrong, something about the way she was standing.
Acting on an urge she thrust out her butt behind her and her chest out in front of her. Her arms seem to fold
of their own desire until her hands were tucked under her armpits. Her elbows flapped to her sides comically
but this felt better. It felt right. She squawked again and turned to Kylie with confusion and fear in her
eyes. Already she felt her hands melting into her sides and the skin of her arms stretching out to seal the
space in her arm-triangles until the resembled feather-less wings.
"I think you're starting to get the idea," the witch said with a grin.
Her butt waggled behind her as a curious itching sensation began near her crack. Small blue feathers sprouted
from her prickling flesh, then red feathers, a wave of blossoming color sweeping up her back. The blue tail
feathers grew out straight and flat, fanning behind her prettily. The red swept upwards and around her sides,
covering her breasts and wings, her neck and face. They were short and soft. Along her wings more blue
feathers began to grow, pushing out and out as some of the red ones also grew longer. As she flapped them they
grew outward, rustling, and she flapped them even harder. Slowly she lifted off the ground a few inches then,
scared, stopped and bounced back down.
"Jasmine want a cracker, AWK!" she cawed loudly. It seemed to be the only thing she could say. Her lips
cracked and turned a golden yellow as she squawked, then pushed out rapidly to form a large, bulbous beak. The
featers arranged themselves around it, fluffing out and blending with her black hair. Her eyes shrunk down
into beady black dots.
Jasmine's feet, in the meantime, had taken on a scaly yellow appearance. Her first two toes on each feet
melted together as did the last two on each. Then they grew outward, along with the middle, into large yellow
talons, ripping through the blue fabric of her slippers. Her heels cracked as a spur jutted out backward,
tearing any remaining parts of her shoes to shreds and completing her bird-like feet. They scratched at the
ground as she hopped about, squawking and cawing at the top of her voice.
Kylie frowned a bit. "Perhaps I made her too annoying..." she murmured.
She snapped her fingers for a fourth time and Jasmine felt her mind grow fuzzy. The intelligence in her eyes
faded and she settled in place. Her head jerked back and forth, looking around, hoping to spy some birdseed or
a cracker that she could swoop over and snatch up in her hungry beak.
"Much better." The witch beamed. "Don't you think so?" she asked the other women.