Jay almost jumped when he looked though the window of the chicken place and saw Kevin finishing a chicken leg. For the moment, he realized, Kevin hadn't spotted him. He stopped, his mind working. It was a chance to get rid of the evil bastard once and for all. But what to do with him?
He ducked out of sight and rubbed the lamp. A huge part of him was sure it wasn't real, until the stunningly beautiful genie popped out in a cloud of smoke. "What is your wish, master?" she asked.
Jeff was stunned. "You're real! My god, you're real!" he stammered out.
The Genie smiled dutifully. "I am. You get three wishes, master."
Three? Great! though Jeff. "Genie," he said after a few seconds though, "I wish the moment that Kevin Larchmont leaves that building the world will see him as a chicken, that the world will react as if he was a chicken in all ways, and that he will slowly turn into a chicken to match over the course of the next 24 hours and that only I will see him as he really is."
The genie stared at him, mouth slightly agap. This seemingly innocent child had an evil streak she could really appreciate! It was evil enough she decided to wait until a future wish to destroy him. "Granted!"
**
Kevin finished his lunch and left the mess on the table, pouring out a salt shaker for good measure. That's what the staff got paid for, after all.
He pushed out the door of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk, instantly feeling a chill. "What the hell? His clothes vanished!
He was looking around frantically for them when someone walked up to him, then opened the door to the restaurant. "You guys loose a chicken or something?"
A staff member walked over, "What are you talking... what the?"
Kevin started yelling, "Where the hell are my clothes?!" but the two people didn't seem to notice. The worker reached out to him and grabbed him with shocking ease and actually hefted him off the ground like he weighed nothing at all! He squirmed, but the small, five foot tall woman carried him into the restaurant with ease. "What the hell!" he screamed. She loosened her grip and he managed to get away, but then slammed into the glass door. It was as if the thing was a solid wall!
He was grabbed again, this time tossed into a bathroom and the door locked. He sat on the floor, breathing hard. What the hell was happening?! He stood up and tried the door, but it was again like a solid wall. He paced around a couple minutes, occationlly yelling to no effect. It was only when he caught sight of himself in the mirror that he stopped. There were feathers on his shoulders.
He stopped and looked at them. White feathers were growing out of him. What the hell was happening?
He tried to calm down, and sat down on the floor, folding his legs under him. Nothing was making sense. More feathers started to spout out of his body, slowly covering it. Then he felt a strange urge. There was a definite need to push, hard, and he heard a thump on the bathroom floor. Standing, he saw that he'd just laid an egg. A perfect chicken egg.
Just then, the door opened and a man dressed in an animal control uniform stepped in, and without a word had grabbed the stunned chicken and started to carry him out of the store, tossing him into the back of a waiting truck.
**
Hours later, Kevin was almost crushed into a cage at the animal shelter. It was slowly getting more roomy as his body shrank, but he could still barely move. He was perhaps only three feet tall now, his arms were bending at odd angles and his fingers were gone. He could feel his teeth started to merge together into a beak. Worse, he'd laid another egg.
"Thanks, sir, I'll see if my dog is back here," came a familiar voice from down the hall.
"Jeff?!" he cried out, "Is that you? Help!"
A few seconds later, Jeff stepped in front of his cage. "Kevin?" he asked in mock surprise, "what happened to you?"
"I'm not sure, but get me out of here!"
Jeff smiled and knelt down, "Actually, I did this to you," he said quietly. "I decided you made an awful human being, but might be a better farm animal. Chicken was the first thing to come to mind." He tapped the cage, "Get used to chicken wire. Maybe if I feel like it, I'll even turn you back someday." With that, he turned and left the building, hearing Kevin scream down the hall behind him.
**
Jeff stopped outside the animal shelter and sat on a bench. He called the genie out of the lamp. "Can I ask, Genie, what's going to happen to him?"
She thought about making him wish, but decided that there was a chance the kid was too nice and knowing the truth might cause him to waste a wish, "He... well, now she, will be kept about a day or two before they contact a local egg farm, who will take her in. She'll lay eggs under some pretty poor conditions for the next two years before she stops laying enough to be useful. She'll head over to meat processing, where she'll be chopped up and turned into chicken patties."
Jeff seemed to think about that for a while, "And she'll always remember being Kevin?
The genie nodded, "Right up until the moment she has her head chopped off."
He picked up the lamp. "Good. Time to head home.