CMSN: Birds of a feather change together

A cool breeze swept through the otherwise normally unbearably hot summer afternoon. The city zoo was surprisingly stark, empty. The management had attempted to stir up some business by hiring local and far away talent, Musicians and street performers. Only a few of them at a time, they didn't want to overly pack the zoo. "Your work is very interesting Ms..." the zoo's manager was meeting with a new street musician. Who simply looked at her with her head cocked to the side. Long, beautiful ebony hair trailed down the side of her head in several small braids, four to be precise. Her hands quickly moved, one signing for the female manager to wait for a moment as she produced a dry erase board from her bag, approximately two and a half feet long. Uncapping a black marker, her hands would nimbly write out the word 'Mute' followed by her named. "So... Ms Symphonii. I assume that's a performance name." Shaking her head no, the lightly bronzed woman would take an eraser to the board and write out the word 'Real' as she nodded her head. There was something about this woman that the manager had seemingly become charmed by. "An unusual name... but you're hired." The manager would state as Symphonii would grin happily as she erased and wrote out 'Sample?' as she removed a flute from her bag, carved seemingly from a mixture of stag antler and oak wood. Touching her lips to the end of the flute, it was a haunting melody that resonated with the manager as a soft yawn left her mouth. A mere three minutes later footsteps could be heard, soft leather sandals slightly muffled her footsteps as she left the room. A large female beaver sitting in a pile of clothing, a bra hanging by a cup on it's head, the dam building mammal seeming confused as it opened it's mouth a few times to find no human voice. Giving a soft wave goodbye, Symphonii moved on to her new job... and the manager simply looked on confused, her new beaver brain unable to comprehend.

The tropical bird display was rather busy now, several areas consisted of parrots and 'true' parrots, otherwise known as macaw. Before the display stood a young woman, unlike most women in this city... or perhaps more than one would guess, she wasn't always a woman. A former male, since turned into the fairer sex. Wrenni looked on at the birds, disinterested. Her friends had told her to come check out the zoo, it would be fun they said. It would be informative they said. They never said it would smell, that it would be loud... and there would be people asking for money while preforming. She already spent ten dollars to enter, why were they bothering her now for more money! With a sigh, she removed her phone and began texting like most people her age did. As she did, no more than ten feet away from her, a woman began setting up. Looking from the corner of her eye, she gave a somewhat vindictive sigh as she went back to working her phone's keys. Setting up, Symphonii would remove a ceramic bowl from her bag. But also, she would remove the very flute she had used earlier that afternoon. Running her hand over the slender shaft of antler and oak, Symphonii would seemingly ignore the white haired girl as she would slowly move her lips to the flute. With a light puff, she sent the air bursting through the chamber as she moved her fingers about the holes.

Her finger placement, flawless. Her timing, impeccable. Her eyes closed, she would not acknowledge Wrenni or the animals around them. The birds began ruffling their feathers due to this melody wafting throughout the air about them. Their target was the white haired one, all at once the birds would quickly begin molting their old feathers. All variety of birds pulling at their loose feathers above the girl and dropping them below onto her. However as many feathers there were, they were still slow to fall. Drifting lazily back and forth, almost to the rhythm of the flute melody, Wrenni began to feel boardlerline intoxicated, the area began to spin. Words filled her mind as the feathers fell upon her in what felt like lead weights pushing her further down as each one landed softly upon her. 'Captivity', 'Wild', 'Not', 'Abuse', 'Free'. These words filled her head as she was pushed to hands and knees, her face was oddly blank of emotion or thought as her changes began. The feathers had imbued enough of their own spiritual makeup into the male changed female. Fingers began melding together, bones cracking and hollowing. Wrenni's entire body would become lighter significantly as her breasts began to recede into her chest, all unneccesary flesh receded, mass simply being lost.

Teeth began to fuse together, Wrenni's adult teeth losing their definition as well as turning inky black as they pushed outwards in a large mass of beak that stretched her lips out in all directions, pushing into her flesh as if they never existed. Only a thin band of flesh remained around the thickest part of her new beak. The blank expression continued to be almost stained upon Wrenni's face, her beak opening slightly as her breathing functions switched to that of an avian. Her nose was gone, the cartilge absorbed into her body, leaving two small slits above her beak. Feet would begin to change next as they shrunk tremendously, her smooth and tanned skin becoming rough. The consistency of sandpaper had been achieved within a few moments. With the smoothness of human skin becoming a memory, she gingerly stepped from her now far too large shoes, shorts, tights and socks. Showing that her legs and feet had not only changed in texture, but in color and all around change. Her nails were replaced by thick, gnarly, pointed claws that scraped against the concrete. The feeling subconsciously pleased her. Knowing that walking on this type of material would keep her new claws from growing too long. She would immediately become entranced once more from her own thoughts by the music. From all over her body, the human known as Wrenni was becoming less humanoid as her body took on the form of a blue macaw, her smaller form decidedly avian now only one thing was missing now.

Feathers, slowly, a dark blue fuzz would cover Wrenni's body. Comparable to a baby bird getting their first coat. Arms turned wings folded up against bare skin as the fluffy feathers grew in. Cocking her head to the side, the Wrenni Macaw attempted to understand what was going on, but her mind was clouded with the words once more. Making her far more docile than without the sedation. Quickly, as if systematically, each of the baby feathers grew into large adult feathers, covering her naked body completely with deep, royal blue feathers. Slowly, the spell of the music was removed from her body and her mind. Leaving behind a very confused Wrenni in the body of a very VERY rare bird. Quickly, a bird keeper would rush over after turning the corner, seeing a panicking Wrenni fluttering about. "I don't remember this one... I thought we only have one Blue Macaw..." She said to herself as she picked up Wrenni gently. "I suppose we got another one in... my manager never tells me anything anymore..." She muttered as she placed Wrenni into a nearby tree over the fence. Instinct kicked in as she grasped the branch with her new dexterous feet and gave a slight whistle, it was getting harder and harder to think... "Oh... you must be the gift from miss Symphonii. It'll be wonderful to have another Macaw for Ricardo. Before we know it, we'll have a bunch of little blues!" the birdkeeper reached into her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill and placed it into the tip bowl. "Very beautiful music, it's wonderful to have something other than fighting and mating birds all the time." She laughed as Symphonii continued to play as a slightly bigger Blue Macaw sidled up to Wrenni. Mere foreplay to what was about to happen.