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A TF story commish for my friend 
JoelTheGWM of his char Joel turning into a Green-Winged Macaw. I love how this turned out. It was fun to write
Joel stood outside the pet store, looking up at the sign. “‘Magical Pets’ Pet Store’,” he read aloud. Magical...yeah, right. He saw puppies and kittens through the front window. Looked like a perfectly-normal pet store.
He sighed a walked up to the door. His little sister Jessica’s birthday was in a month. She wanted a ‘talking birdie’, as she said. He figured he’d go look in the pet store down the block, try his luck there. His parents were still at home. He’d been to this shopping center a few times before, but he’d never seen this place before. Maybe it was new?
He was greeted by a cacophony of barks and squawks as he walked through the door. The owner looked up with a smile on his face from behind the counter. “Welcome to Magical Pets!” the man said cordially. “Here to browse?”
Joel nodded. He looked at the various animals on his way to the counter. It must’ve been his imagination, but some of them looked sad, depressed. “I’m looking for a parrot for my sister. Her birthday’s coming up.”
The man paused at this, looking uncertain. He looked away towards the back.
Figuring that was a no, Joel turned to leave. “Thanks, anyway.”
“Actually,” the man called after him, “we don’t have any parrots, but we DO have a macaw.”
Joel paused, intrigued. He turned back. “Really?”
The man nodded. “A big, Green-Winged Macaw. I keep him in the backroom most of the time if you wanna see him”
Joel should’ve said no, should’ve left right then, but the thought of seeing such a beautiful, exotic bird overrode that. He nodded and followed the man into the back.
He stepped through the door ahead of the man and looked around in confusion. There were neat stacks of cages and a few bags of feed in the room. Not a single animal, much less a macaw. “Where’s…?” He was cut off by the door slamming shut behind him.
He tried the handle, but it was locked. He pounded on the door, he screamed, but no one came. He was nearly hoarse when he gave up.
He sat there for hours in silence, knees pulled up against his chest. There was no window in the room. The only light came from an overhead bulb.
He was scared, confused, and cold. Why hadn’t his parents found him yet? Why was this man doing this to him?
Time dragged on and his stomach started to growl. Without thinking, he reached into a bag of bird feed next to him. It tasted horrible. Within 5 minutes, he started to feel strange. He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. “What’s…?” He grimaced, clutching his stomach.
Suddenly, the door opened and the store owner walked in. “It’s about time!” the man snapped at him. “You’ve been in here for hours!”
Joel tried to run for the door, but he stumbled over his own feet. His shoes were suddenly too big. He looked around and realized he was shrinking. The cages around him were getting bigger bit by bit. “What’s happening to me?” he begged the man.
“You’re about to meet my macaw,” the man answered. “Well, in a manner of speaking.”
Joel was about to speak again when his feet started changing. Black claws tore through his socks. His too-big shoes had already fallen off. He pulled off his socks and watched in horror as black, scaly skin covered his feet. 2 of his toes merged and the big toe on each foot shifted downward. His breath caught as the shape looked more and more familiar.
“I’ve actually been looking for a new bird for a while now,” the man continued. “Macaws really are beautiful birds.”
“I’m turning-” Joel’s words were cut off as his lips started to harden. His teeth, jaws, and nose shifted forward, hardening and changing color. He tried to scream, but he could only make gasping sounds. He felt his growing beak with his mutating hands. He barely reached the man’s waist at this point and was still shrinking. The man had stopped talking and watched the rest of the transformation in silence.
Joel’s clothes were a pile around him as his plumage grew in. Mostly red with white around his eyes and beak and green and blue on his arms. His bones shifted painfully and he let out his first squawk. The sound scared him even more. His hands and arms realigned, becoming wings. His eyes grew bigger, becoming black and blue. Long tail feathers burst from his posterior.
He finally stopped shrinking and the transformation was complete. He was a fully-formed, full-grown Green-Winged Macaw now. He tried to scream again and screeched instead. He was tangled up in his old clothes.
The man knelt down and helped untangle him from the articles of clothing. Joel was still confused and disoriented and could do nothing as the man unceremoniously threw him into a birdcage. The man quickly carried him to the front of the store.
The noises from the animals were different as they emerged from the back-room. It was mournful, almost. It occurred to Joel that most, if not all, of these animals used to be humans, too. What kind of a pet store was this?
The store owner hung the cage from a hook near the entrance. “See? A big, beautiful, Green-Winged Macaw, just as I promised. You are quite the pretty bird.”
“Pretty bird!” Joel mimed unexpectedly. He clamped his beak shut, surprised by the sound he made.
The man nodded, smiling. “You’re going to make a family very happy.”
Several days passed. Several customers came and went, some bought pets or pet supplies. None were interested in Joel’s $3,000 price tag. The owner grew more and more annoyed. The police came at one point, but after a quick look around and a few questions, they went on their way. The owner must’ve gotten rid of the evidence.
One morning, the owner was trying to get him to eat - unsuccessfully.
“Look here, you little brat,” the man hissed as Joel yet again turned his beak up at the parrot treats. “No one’s gonna buy an unhealthy macaw. You’d better start eating or I guarantee your life will be a lot more miserable.”
Joel still refused and turned his back to the man. Eating the pet food did this to him. No telling what eating more of it would do to him.
The man swore under his breath and put a few of the treats in Joel’s food bowl. He also filled the water bowl before walking away.
A few hours later, after closing, Joel was trying to sleep. His stomach was growling. He was really hungry and water alone wouldn’t sustain him forever.
He sobbed, as he usually did when that cruel man wasn’t around. Why hadn’t his family come here yet? Why had the man done this to him? He wanted to go home. He wanted to see his sister again.
He looked over at the food bowl forlornly. He was starved. Whatever it did to him, it couldn’t be any worse than what had already happened. He ate his fill. He didn’t feel any different afterward - not immediately - and fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning to the owner opening shop.
“Pretty bird!” he greeted, flapping his wings. Was it weird that he said that? Should it be? His mind was feeling a little foggy this morning, but it was just another day. His owner always opened shop around this time.
The man looked up, startled. He smiled at the boy. “Good morning, Emerald.” He checked the bird’s food bowl, nodded in approval, and refilled it.
The bird paused, cocking his head. Emerald? No, his name was...was...he was having trouble thinking. His memories were a blur. He squawked at the man and ate some of the food.
A few more days passed. The former human boy was examined by one customer after another. Many were intrigued by the beautiful, healthy plumage; none were intrigued by his price. Then, the day finally arrived.
He looked up from his preening as a mother and daughter entered the store. There was something...did he knew them? They looked familiar.
“Mommy, mommy!” the little girl said excitedly, tugging at the mother’s sleeve. “It’s a parrot!” She pointed straight at Emerald.
“A macaw, actually, little girl,” the owner corrected. “He’s a talkative one, too. Hey, Emerald! What store is this?”
“Magical Pets!” Emerald squawked back. “Magical Pets!” He bobbed his head up and down.
“Please, Mommy?” the girl begged her. “Please, can we get him?”
The woman frowned at the pricetag. Finally, she sighed and nodded. “I still think we should wait until we find Joel, but the girl wants a talking bird.”
The name ‘Joel’ sparked something in the bird again, but he couldn’t place it. The girl bounced around happily as the woman paid at the cash register.
As they made their way out the door, Emerald watched as the owner got further and further away. The man was examining the check with an impish smile on his face.
He was drawn back by the girl tapping on his cage. “Let’s go home, Emerald!”
Home...somehow, it DID feel like he was going home.
JoelTheGWM of his char Joel turning into a Green-Winged Macaw. I love how this turned out. It was fun to write Joel stood outside the pet store, looking up at the sign. “‘Magical Pets’ Pet Store’,” he read aloud. Magical...yeah, right. He saw puppies and kittens through the front window. Looked like a perfectly-normal pet store.
He sighed a walked up to the door. His little sister Jessica’s birthday was in a month. She wanted a ‘talking birdie’, as she said. He figured he’d go look in the pet store down the block, try his luck there. His parents were still at home. He’d been to this shopping center a few times before, but he’d never seen this place before. Maybe it was new?
He was greeted by a cacophony of barks and squawks as he walked through the door. The owner looked up with a smile on his face from behind the counter. “Welcome to Magical Pets!” the man said cordially. “Here to browse?”
Joel nodded. He looked at the various animals on his way to the counter. It must’ve been his imagination, but some of them looked sad, depressed. “I’m looking for a parrot for my sister. Her birthday’s coming up.”
The man paused at this, looking uncertain. He looked away towards the back.
Figuring that was a no, Joel turned to leave. “Thanks, anyway.”
“Actually,” the man called after him, “we don’t have any parrots, but we DO have a macaw.”
Joel paused, intrigued. He turned back. “Really?”
The man nodded. “A big, Green-Winged Macaw. I keep him in the backroom most of the time if you wanna see him”
Joel should’ve said no, should’ve left right then, but the thought of seeing such a beautiful, exotic bird overrode that. He nodded and followed the man into the back.
He stepped through the door ahead of the man and looked around in confusion. There were neat stacks of cages and a few bags of feed in the room. Not a single animal, much less a macaw. “Where’s…?” He was cut off by the door slamming shut behind him.
He tried the handle, but it was locked. He pounded on the door, he screamed, but no one came. He was nearly hoarse when he gave up.
He sat there for hours in silence, knees pulled up against his chest. There was no window in the room. The only light came from an overhead bulb.
He was scared, confused, and cold. Why hadn’t his parents found him yet? Why was this man doing this to him?
Time dragged on and his stomach started to growl. Without thinking, he reached into a bag of bird feed next to him. It tasted horrible. Within 5 minutes, he started to feel strange. He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. “What’s…?” He grimaced, clutching his stomach.
Suddenly, the door opened and the store owner walked in. “It’s about time!” the man snapped at him. “You’ve been in here for hours!”
Joel tried to run for the door, but he stumbled over his own feet. His shoes were suddenly too big. He looked around and realized he was shrinking. The cages around him were getting bigger bit by bit. “What’s happening to me?” he begged the man.
“You’re about to meet my macaw,” the man answered. “Well, in a manner of speaking.”
Joel was about to speak again when his feet started changing. Black claws tore through his socks. His too-big shoes had already fallen off. He pulled off his socks and watched in horror as black, scaly skin covered his feet. 2 of his toes merged and the big toe on each foot shifted downward. His breath caught as the shape looked more and more familiar.
“I’ve actually been looking for a new bird for a while now,” the man continued. “Macaws really are beautiful birds.”
“I’m turning-” Joel’s words were cut off as his lips started to harden. His teeth, jaws, and nose shifted forward, hardening and changing color. He tried to scream, but he could only make gasping sounds. He felt his growing beak with his mutating hands. He barely reached the man’s waist at this point and was still shrinking. The man had stopped talking and watched the rest of the transformation in silence.
Joel’s clothes were a pile around him as his plumage grew in. Mostly red with white around his eyes and beak and green and blue on his arms. His bones shifted painfully and he let out his first squawk. The sound scared him even more. His hands and arms realigned, becoming wings. His eyes grew bigger, becoming black and blue. Long tail feathers burst from his posterior.
He finally stopped shrinking and the transformation was complete. He was a fully-formed, full-grown Green-Winged Macaw now. He tried to scream again and screeched instead. He was tangled up in his old clothes.
The man knelt down and helped untangle him from the articles of clothing. Joel was still confused and disoriented and could do nothing as the man unceremoniously threw him into a birdcage. The man quickly carried him to the front of the store.
The noises from the animals were different as they emerged from the back-room. It was mournful, almost. It occurred to Joel that most, if not all, of these animals used to be humans, too. What kind of a pet store was this?
The store owner hung the cage from a hook near the entrance. “See? A big, beautiful, Green-Winged Macaw, just as I promised. You are quite the pretty bird.”
“Pretty bird!” Joel mimed unexpectedly. He clamped his beak shut, surprised by the sound he made.
The man nodded, smiling. “You’re going to make a family very happy.”
Several days passed. Several customers came and went, some bought pets or pet supplies. None were interested in Joel’s $3,000 price tag. The owner grew more and more annoyed. The police came at one point, but after a quick look around and a few questions, they went on their way. The owner must’ve gotten rid of the evidence.
One morning, the owner was trying to get him to eat - unsuccessfully.
“Look here, you little brat,” the man hissed as Joel yet again turned his beak up at the parrot treats. “No one’s gonna buy an unhealthy macaw. You’d better start eating or I guarantee your life will be a lot more miserable.”
Joel still refused and turned his back to the man. Eating the pet food did this to him. No telling what eating more of it would do to him.
The man swore under his breath and put a few of the treats in Joel’s food bowl. He also filled the water bowl before walking away.
A few hours later, after closing, Joel was trying to sleep. His stomach was growling. He was really hungry and water alone wouldn’t sustain him forever.
He sobbed, as he usually did when that cruel man wasn’t around. Why hadn’t his family come here yet? Why had the man done this to him? He wanted to go home. He wanted to see his sister again.
He looked over at the food bowl forlornly. He was starved. Whatever it did to him, it couldn’t be any worse than what had already happened. He ate his fill. He didn’t feel any different afterward - not immediately - and fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning to the owner opening shop.
“Pretty bird!” he greeted, flapping his wings. Was it weird that he said that? Should it be? His mind was feeling a little foggy this morning, but it was just another day. His owner always opened shop around this time.
The man looked up, startled. He smiled at the boy. “Good morning, Emerald.” He checked the bird’s food bowl, nodded in approval, and refilled it.
The bird paused, cocking his head. Emerald? No, his name was...was...he was having trouble thinking. His memories were a blur. He squawked at the man and ate some of the food.
A few more days passed. The former human boy was examined by one customer after another. Many were intrigued by the beautiful, healthy plumage; none were intrigued by his price. Then, the day finally arrived.
He looked up from his preening as a mother and daughter entered the store. There was something...did he knew them? They looked familiar.
“Mommy, mommy!” the little girl said excitedly, tugging at the mother’s sleeve. “It’s a parrot!” She pointed straight at Emerald.
“A macaw, actually, little girl,” the owner corrected. “He’s a talkative one, too. Hey, Emerald! What store is this?”
“Magical Pets!” Emerald squawked back. “Magical Pets!” He bobbed his head up and down.
“Please, Mommy?” the girl begged her. “Please, can we get him?”
The woman frowned at the pricetag. Finally, she sighed and nodded. “I still think we should wait until we find Joel, but the girl wants a talking bird.”
The name ‘Joel’ sparked something in the bird again, but he couldn’t place it. The girl bounced around happily as the woman paid at the cash register.
As they made their way out the door, Emerald watched as the owner got further and further away. The man was examining the check with an impish smile on his face.
He was drawn back by the girl tapping on his cage. “Let’s go home, Emerald!”
Home...somehow, it DID feel like he was going home.
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