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Jaqueline’s scooter came to a screeching halt at the edge of the bridge that was slowly rising in front of her. “Shit shit shit shit” she said to herself as she glanced up and down at her phone, which now read 3:54. She watched as the boat crawled its way across the river… it would take far too long to get across. She deliberated hard on what to do, sure, there was an option, but did she really want to show up to her meeting shedding feathers on the floor?

“It’s better than showing up late.”

Jaqueline set her helmet down on the scooter seat, tracing her arms up her wispy white dress; if all went according to plan this time— if she controlled her transformation to the right combination of parts— she wouldn’t lose anything. She concentrated on her arm, first the right, trying to make the feathers grow out of emerging slabs of hair on her arm. She let the feathery mixtures solidify, becoming longer and longer as they pulled out from her pores. She concentrated harder on the growth of her wings, not noticing as her mouth pushed and stretched in new directions, her lips hardening into teeth like forms that pointed themselves outwards away from her face; nose receding upwards towards her darkening eyes.

By the time she had finished her right wing, Jaqueline looked cross eyed at the heron beak that protruded from her face. Huffing at annoyance from letting other parts of her form slip through. She looked down at her phone: 3:58. “Shit!” She untied her hair to prepare for a take off and quickly rushed her mind towards her left arm as she approached the edge of the bridge, forcing feathers to pull themselves out of her skin, bunching and spreading in every direction on her arm.

In her rush to finish her wings, Jaqueline’s face receded further, ears and jaw receding in towards her skull, leaving a smaller, rounder head that was smaller than her clacking beak. Her legs cracked and bent backwards as they thinned into impossibly skinny bird legs, jogging quickly towards liftoff. Spurts of feathers across her body ripped through her outfit, leaving ripped piece of fabric on the concrete as the completed heron took flight, regardless of Jacqueline’s original intentions.

At 4:06, A nearly naked Jaqueline walked disheveled into the meeting room, blue, gray and white feathers falling pitifully from her skin. “Sorry I’m late.”

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My first post under the name RoscoTf! For the next month or so you'll see a lot of morphs done purely out of self motivation, so we will see how consistent my posting ends up being (Like that's new). Let me know what you think of this piece, as well as the rebrand, and have a wonderful day!
Stock: www.pexels.com/photo/a-woman-p…

Description

Jaqueline’s scooter came to a screeching halt at the edge of the bridge that was slowly rising in front of her. “Shit shit shit shit” she said to herself as she glanced up and down at her phone, which now read 3:54. She watched as the boat crawled its way across the river… it would take far too long to get across. She deliberated hard on what to do, sure, there was an option, but did she really want to show up to her meeting shedding feathers on the floor?

“It’s better than showing up late.”

Jaqueline set her helmet down on the scooter seat, tracing her arms up her wispy white dress; if all went according to plan this time— if she controlled her transformation to the right combination of parts— she wouldn’t lose anything. She concentrated on her arm, first the right, trying to make the feathers grow out of emerging slabs of hair on her arm. She let the feathery mixtures solidify, becoming longer and longer as they pulled out from her pores. She concentrated harder on the growth of her wings, not noticing as her mouth pushed and stretched in new directions, her lips hardening into teeth like forms that pointed themselves outwards away from her face; nose receding upwards towards her darkening eyes.

By the time she had finished her right wing, Jaqueline looked cross eyed at the heron beak that protruded from her face. Huffing at annoyance from letting other parts of her form slip through. She looked down at her phone: 3:58. “Shit!” She untied her hair to prepare for a take off and quickly rushed her mind towards her left arm as she approached the edge of the bridge, forcing feathers to pull themselves out of her skin, bunching and spreading in every direction on her arm.

In her rush to finish her wings, Jaqueline’s face receded further, ears and jaw receding in towards her skull, leaving a smaller, rounder head that was smaller than her clacking beak. Her legs cracked and bent backwards as they thinned into impossibly skinny bird legs, jogging quickly towards liftoff. Spurts of feathers across her body ripped through her outfit, leaving ripped piece of fabric on the concrete as the completed heron took flight, regardless of Jacqueline’s original intentions.

At 4:06, A nearly naked Jaqueline walked disheveled into the meeting room, blue, gray and white feathers falling pitifully from her skin. “Sorry I’m late.”

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My first post under the name RoscoTf! For the next month or so you'll see a lot of morphs done purely out of self motivation, so we will see how consistent my posting ends up being (Like that's new). Let me know what you think of this piece, as well as the rebrand, and have a wonderful day!
Stock: www.pexels.com/photo/a-woman-p…