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Cautiously, you wander through the room. You inspect each costume carefully. First, there’s a pelican costume. The pelican is the largest of the costumes, practically spilling off the hanger with all the parts to the ensemble. Hanging from the tag is a small tag, reading it’s title: “Pelican.”

 

You turn the heavy stock paper over, finding a small description of the bird. You skim rapidly through it, eyes jumping along the paragraph. “A large water bird... the Pelecanidae family... The bills, pouches and facial skin become brightly coloured for mating... Eight species... temperate zone... not in South America or the polar regions...”

 

The card falls from your hand, no longer interesting as you turn to inspect the costume itself. It has a main body piece, a suit of the white feathers and the small bit of color in the center of the chest that makes up the body of the bird. Then, hanging with the costume are a pair of wings with brown gray feathers edging along the shape of the wing, complementing the otherwise pale plumage of the rest of it.

 

“It’s so big...” you mumble, gently picking up one of the wings and holding it out from the costume. Then, you run a finger along the large beak piece, including the attached throat pouch that is so characteristic of the pelican.

 

“Ugh... I don’t want that big thing!” you think, moving past the pelican.

 

You continue walking, brushing your fingers along the soft feathers of the Albatross costume. You pause, staring at this less familiar name on the tag: “Albatross.”

 

You turn over that heavy stock paper again, skimming for some more information. “Largest flying birds... Highly efficient in the air... soaring... Feed on squid, fish... surface seizing and diving! Oceanic islands.... Ritualised mating dances...” You drop the card, leaving the rest of the paragraph unread. The wingspan hanging from the costume is huge, though you like the idea of soaring. Certainly, the snub-nosed beak of this bird is much sleeker than the pouch of the pelican.

 

“Hmm....” you wonder, staring over the suit. “None of these look too feminine at first glance, but especially not this one! Only thing maybe... is that eyeliner-” you chuckle, looking at the black streak that marks the face portion of the mask and hood, miming the Albatrosses black eye markings that often seemed to smoke out from their dark eye.

 

You continue moving, though you hold the Albatross costume in your mind. You shift over to look at the next one, with the tag dangling off the name: “Plover” from the mostly brown costume, a color change from the other two nautical birds.

 

The suit bears a more elaborate color scheme, black coloring most of the back while the stomach fades to a lighter shade, but then black and brown decorate the head and neck. It features a skinny leg. Once again, you pluck up the card.

 

“Feed mainly on insects- Ew! No!” You drop the card, shifting away. “I don’t want to be some little bug grubby bird” you think to yourself, besides the legs are really tight! “I don’t know if I’d want to wear that costume long!”

 

The next two wait for your inspection. First, you spot the rather familiar head of a Cockatoo with a plume of iconic yellow jutting from the top of it’s otherwise entirely white body. “Hmm... do I really want that on my head?” you think to yourself, eyeing the huge spread golden fingers that top the headpiece for this costume.

 

“That’d get really annoying....”

 

You shake your head, skipping right over it and moving to the final one. The brightest one. The parrot. “That’s so many colors!” You glance back at the nice, simple white of the Albatross. The albatross with the biggest wingspan of all the birds there! “Hmm...”

 

For a second you hesitate, but your eyes wander back to that large white spread of the Albatross wings. You shift back to that hangar, pausing once more to inspect the white down that covered the chest. Your fingers stretch out, petting down it’s center. “It’s so realistic...”

 

With a shrug, you reach up to where the hanger is hooked and lift it down. Almost automatically as you take the heft of the costume down into your arms, the other hangers begin to move on tracks on the ceiling. They all move at once, pulling back and disappearing through doors in the back wall with a quiet, mechanical whirring.

 

“Well... I guess there’s no changing your mind with this” you mutter, shrugging again before you shift to the bench centered in front of where all the costumes had been. You lay it out, balancing the long, un-stretched wings beside the body of the suit, planning to start there. Carefully, you search around, finding a zipper up the length of the back center fold of the feathered costume.

 

“Guess that’s how it goes on-” You slowly guide the zipper down, listening to it’s telltale zzzt as it traveled down the line. The body piece parted open, revealing a simple, smooth inside to the costume. You lift it up, slowly lifting your legs down into each of the leg’s for the costume.

 

Waiting on the bench, there’s a pair of wide-webbed boots to match, so for now your foot just wriggles out of an ankle-hole in the suit and plops back onto the dark flooring of the strange room. Then, you lift the suit up onto your chest, feeling how it seems to fit perfectly to your entire body.

 

“Wow... These must be nice quality, fits like a dream!” you murmur, twisting back to zip it up. With a grunt, you get the zipper most of the way up towards your neck. The downy feathers line down your entire body, with your arms marked with strange connecting pieces that will hook into the wing pieces. First, you tug the hood of the body suit up to cover your head in the smooth, feathered white. You fit it down over your face into the half-mask it is, leaving the underside of your jaw to the beak piece which you pick up next. “Time to get an eel-hunting beak!” you thought, laughing as you fit it over your jaw, feeling it line up perfectly.

 

The mask feels a bit hot, pressing flush to your face and fitting right to the contours of your jawline. Once again, you wonder if it was made exactly for your measurements. “Maybe the material is just ... a bit stretchy?”

 

Then, you started to shuffle your feet into the webbed feet boots. It took some wiggling, but once your heel popped down into them they locked into place perfectly snug. “Looks like we’re ready for the wings-”

 

You pick up the first of the wings. You held it, balanced between your two hands. Even just the one was massive, with black coloring covering most of the wing while white from his body spread up onto the upper side.

 

It hefted easily up onto the clasps with the arm, settling into the connection points before it locked into place. Then, the next one fit right onto the opposite arm. You rolled your shoulders back, feeling that weight shift and pull slightly at each arm. Suddenly, you realize how snug the suit really is. It seems to practically melt on your flesh, fitting like a second skin. “I can’t even feel the tags or zippers!”

 

You twist around, realizing that the zipper wasn’t there at all! “W-what?” You tug at the suit, but it doesn’t budge. It really had melded into your flesh! “What’s happening?” You grab for the sleeve, but when you reach for it you realize suddenly that your hand has morphed into the wing piece! Your fingers had begun to shrink and thin out, disappearing into the line of feathers at the tip of the wing. You spin, suddenly stumbling. Your legs are shrinking, becoming just the short stubs of skinny legs used for perching. You pivot around, suddenly staring out at an open wall of sky.

 

The expanse of blue stretches out, just white and fading pale blue. “A-am I expected to fly?” you stammered, looking down at where your body was settling downwards, wings fluttering outwards as you shifted your shoulders rapidly. But, before you could adjust into the seeping transformation, the floor suddenly began to roll back. Slate by slate, the dark material was escaping back away to reveal an open expanse of sky.

 

“O-oh my god!” you blurted, trying to stumble backwards to keep on the moving floor; but you were running out of space!

 

“N-No! I can’t fly!” But your voice started to come out higher, squawky-er as you yelped to yourself. Your toes clung to the floor, actually feeling the talons of on each foot twitching suddenly. The floor kept tumbling backwards, getting smaller and smaller until there was nothing at all to stand on and you began plummeting.

 

The wind roared past your face, whipping and screaming around your ears. Your felt the wind ripping around the edges of your feathers, making them flutter madly before you spread both arms out wide. Instantly, you slowed massively.

 

“O-oh! God!” you gasped, trying to move your arms and find an actual motion. The slow descent slowly revealed more color to the world of white air beneath you. You could see places filling in beneath you. There were pointed, wooden tops of buildings and the vast expanse of a dock system and then the sparkling, glittering blue of water.

 

Your wings kick through the air, suddenly sending a gush around beneath you before your feet crashed into the dock. You stumbled, pitching forward till your beak nearly hit the wood beneath you. Your body lurched, unfamiliar and small as you tried to adjust to the smaller size of this bird form.

 

With some shifting, you managed to close your wings to the resting position before you shuffled around in a circle, looking out at the sky around you. You look out over the dock area. You spot some bustling sailors in the distance, but otherwise it’s very calm and quiet. Then, to your opposite side, you spot a spattering of birds that look just like your own reflection in the water beside the dock!

 

“Hmm... Should I try to see some stuff on my own... or maybe the other birds can help me figure this out?” you ponder, looking towards the small gathering of other albatrosses.



Written by Picklessauce69 on 10 June 2016


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