Slowly, my brain digested the reality of the situation. The world was my oyster. What would I do?
'I want to go home,' I said.
Runt groaned.
'No, no, just for a second,' I reassured him. 'If I'm gonna start a new life, there's a couple of things I want to bring. Credit cards, passport, you know?'
'Why?' Runt frowned. 'You can steal anythin you need and your passport's useless without your old face.'
'Well, there's some personal things. And I could do with clothes, maybe.'
Runt sighed. 'Alright. How'd you wanna get there?'
'I'll just take the subway...'
Runt made a loud buzzer noise. 'Wrong. You're still not thinking this through. Now how'd you wanna get there?'
It took a second but I realised what he was getting at. 'Um... can I fly?'
'You bet.'
He knelt in front of me and took my cock in his mouth. Before I could react, an unnatural wave of pleasure pulsed through my bones. I moaned as the sensation filled me. I felt fit to burst, then I realised my body was being pushed outwards. I was growing, expanding. Meanwhile, Runt was staying the same reduced size.
Once I was about two or three feet tall, Runt let go. When he did, I was shocked to discover my cock had vanished.
'Oh calm yourself,' said Runt as I yelped. 'It's still there. It's called a cloaca you city boy. Now, arms out.'
I raised both my arms and Runt clambered up my body to work on them. He was still only a few inches tall. I supposed he could have made himself regular size to make this easier but for whatever reason he chose not to.
He massaged my arms like dough until they were long and flat. Then he swung to my chest, hanging on by wrapping his legs around me. He pulled my lips out into a large, yellow beak, nearly pulling me over in the process. Then he let himself fall and focused on my feet. He pulled them out into large, three-pronged talons and rubbed the skin until it was hard and scaly.
Finally, he crawled over my body making tiny adjustments and pulling out large, brown feathers. But when he reached my head, the feathers he made turned to white.
In the space of a few moments, I was a bald eagle. I screeched at Runt.
'Not bad,' he smiled. 'Have fun. Just holler if you need me.'
I screeched again, trying to make the point that I couldn't exactly call his name. If he understood, he ignored it. He leapt into the shadows and was gone.
I took a moment to acquaint myself with my new body. This time, it was quite thrilling. I stretched out my wings and grasped with my talons. I felt strong and noble. I was aching to try it out.
Somehow knowing how to do it, I flapped my massive wingspan and took to the sky. Before I knew it, I was high above the city of New York, looking down on the lights that hurried across the asphalt, wishing they were as free as I was. At that moment, I forgot all my worries. I didn't care I'd never see my family again. I didn't care people were looking for me who'd never find me. It might seem selfish, but at that moment I thought it was worth it just to have this kind of freedom.