It was to be a few days before the next unfortunate arrival happened along.
Jason was a teacher, out for a pleasant walk in the countryside. He found it a useful way to relieve his stress. Or at least it had been until now. As I invisibly watched him walking along, ideas started to form in my mind.
Jason suddenly felt quite sore. He had obviously been pushing himself a bit more strenously than usual. He looked around the forest clearing, and found a convenient tree trunk to lean against. As he rested there, he felt a sharp intense pain all over his head. Closing his eyes with pain, he clutched his hands to his forehead.
But something didn't feel right. His head felt .... sort of lumpy. Slowly he explored his head with his hands, shocked to feel two curved horns growing quickly from his head. In astonishment he swept his hands back through his hair. At least, he should have done. There was no hair to be found, rather a pair of bony ridges sweeping back from his forehead, each with progressively smaller horns.
Jason brought his hands away from his head, opening his eyes. He wished he hadn't. Rippling across his hands there appeared a kind of tiger stipe pattern in blue and red. The colouring quickly swept up his arms, disappearing beneath his T-shirt. He didn't dare take it off, for dread of what might be happening beneath.
I made the choice for him. With a thought, all of Jason's clothes vanished.
He dropped to his knees in shock, and saw that the patterning had extended to cover his torso. He had a momentary tinge of pleasure amidst the shock, when he realised that his previously flabby frame had become much more toned and muscular. It just happened to be the wrong colour. Or colours.
As he knelt there, his legs suddenly started to itch. Jason leapt up, as if trying to escape whatever might be causing the itch. But he was not to be successful. The prickling sensation increased, as from his waist down to his knees he sprouted bright green feathers, while his cock and balls hid themselves inside what he could only consider a flap in his abdomen. Meanwhile, his lower legs and feet seemed to dwindle, becoming scaly and orange, with bones and joints cracking and shifting to form a perfect pair of birds' legs.
A stillness descended, and Jason stood there, breathing heavily and looking down at himself. He waited for several minutes, before accepting that the changes had stopped, and sinking heavily to the floor.
That's when I decided to provide the final indignity.
As Jason tried to sit down, he felt a cracking in his hips and an intense pain in his rear. His pelvis reshaped, forcing his body to lean forward, to balance the red and blue scaly tail which rapidly grew from his backside.
"Wha...?" began Jason aboritvely
"I fancied a change," I said, appearing before him.
"But.... - why?"
"Because it's fun!"
"Fun?! But look at what you've done t-"
"Now, please don't get shrill. Or I'll have to mute you."
Jason stopped talking.
"Well, that's two for my garden now. Come."
Jason found himself unwillingly following, but unable to resist.