When Abigail Beekler graduated from teacher's college a couple years ago, she knew that her profession would take her into unexpected and uncomfortable places. Nothing could have prepared her for what was happening at Barksville CC, though. 

Over the last few weeks, a supernatural influence was twisting the campus. Not only were members of the faculty being replaced with monsters, the students and professors were getting transformed into creatures as well! Abigail already had spent a few evenings as a bird and other forms but was always reverted to a human because someone had to teach the human students in the end.

Beekler smiled nervously as lethargic and unenthusiastic students slid into the classroom that morning. They didn't look happy to see class back in session and the awkwardness that Beekler had trying to relate to her students likely wasn't going away, especially with what the dean gave her for the lesson for that Tuesday. 

Beekler slipped over to her desk and opened up her binder. There was a message written to her by the dean. It was short but threatening: "Your students need an education in flight. Open the box to transform you and everyone into birds and let the lesson begin! Or, keep it closed and cross me deeply." There was a insignia of a dragon at the end of the note. Beekler got chills.

There was a box on her desk waiting for her when she arrived earlier that morning. It was a simple gift box- blue stripes- but Beekler got too nervous looking at so she stuffed into the top drawer. She knew she couldn't keep it stashed away forever. Beekler rolled open the drawer and there the box sat on top of a stack of notebooks and a pad of lined paper. She stared at it anxiously.

The stir in the classroom was quiet as everyone took their seats. The students weren't in the dark about what was going on in the college. Even if their attendance had been low over the last few weeks, many of them had at least one run-in with a supernatural person or incident around the neighborhood and recognized that a strange force had some down upon it.

Despite all that, they were not expecting anything too strange to happen over the class- not with professor Beekler at the helm.

***

Kelsey and Brock were taking their time getting to class. They could always afford to arrive just as the class began, they believed. They dragged themselves through the college hallways, the murmur of voices fading as more students took to their rooms.

Kelsey looked around the emptying halls. The quiet was eerie. She turned to Brock, "God, you'd think that some kind of demon walking around up here."

Kelsey was dressed stylishly that Tuesday. It was the first day back at classes and a perfect opportunity to remind everyone how good she looked with her breezy spaghetti top and slim acid-washed jeans. 

Brock flexed his moderate build, "Does that mean I'll have to break out the guns?"

Kelsey capped her mouth, chuckling.

They couldn't remember where they had each one of their classes but they were sure their ecological technology class was on the first floor before the break and now it was relocated to the second. They saw a door up ahead, open with chatter coming out of it.

They weaved into the class where Professor Beekler was standing at the front of the room looking so nervous she might pee herself. Kelsey and Brock ignored it and took a couple seats towards the back of the room.

Everyone was seated. Strangely, the whiteboard had several diagrams for how birds flap their wings- take off and fly. Everyone in class was wondering why Beekler wrote all of that on the whiteboard but Beekler was not the one who did that. Like the box in her drawer, the drawings were there when she arrived.

"Good morning class," said Beekler, bead of sweat going down her face. She glanced at the clock, "Or... afternoon perhaps. These new schedules are sure unusual, huh!"

It was supposed to be a joke but the structure of the sentence was awkward and Beekler's nervousness cut a lot of inflections into what was supposed to be a simple statement.

"Yo teach!" a boy student raised his hand, "Is this still a class for eco-tech or what?"

Beekler had no idea how to answer that question. She wasn't sure herself as the new dean and faculty she answered to weren't forthcoming with information. Did she still have to teach ecology technology? What was the overall goal of the class?

"I, uh..." Beekler looked around the room. She hadn't an answer to the that question, "Let's just say that we are on the path of a new learning frontier!"

She was paraphrasing various faculty members she answered to. The miniscule details they gave Beekler about what the purpose of the college was, she took those things she was told and stitched them together in a sentence to explain to her class.

"What does that mean?" a student asked.

Apparently the explanations Beekler got from her superiors weren't enough for the students either.

"If this class isn't teaching what it's supposed to," said a student from the back, "we might as well leave!"

Many were hesitant but the students began gathering their things and getting up from their seats. Beekler panicked! She couldn't have students leave the classroom! That would surely count as a failure on her part.

"N-now!" said Beekler, "Uh, that doesn't mean we won't be learning about ecological technology! Or ecology! Or technology! It's that the curriculum has changed!"

A student gave her a disapproving look on the way to the door, "Don't waste our time, teach." 

Beekler had no choice. She looked down at the box again, it lingering in the drawer. The longterm goals of the class weren't on her mind. She was taking it minute by minute and that minute she knew that the box was where her duties as a teacher laid.

She took the box out of the desk, some students watching curiously. Beekler stared at it in what felt like ten seconds. She knew that whatever laid at the other end of her opening that box, it was going to be chaos and the hardest day of teaching she ever had, but if she didn't she would have to face a disappointed dean who would pulverize Beekler.

This has to be done, Beekler thought to herself.

The students gawked at the teacher looking nervous while opening the present, but didn't care what trick she had up her sleeve.

Beekler flipped open the box and out poured an ephemeral light into the air, jumping out of the box and exploding a wave to consume the classroom.

In an instant, everyone in the classroom was turned into a blue macaw.

The chattering stopped instantly. Everyone was still. The transformation changed their forms and dropped them to the floor if they were standing on it. The ones still at their desks were repositioned onto the desks' surfaces, perched at the end with their new birdy feet.

Every took a careful glance at someone seated beside them, saw the figure of a bird among dozens, then looked at themselves and were overcome with horror. They had all been transformed into birds!

Panic arose across the classroom. Many of them screamed and flailed unable to recognize their transformed body parts as their own. Some of them toppled over with disbelief. A few were so shocked that they fell off their seats and desks to the floor below. Others bawled in disgust.

It was the third time being a macaw for Beekler. She was on her desk, looking at herself and examining how her clothes reshaped with the change in her form. Her shirt and pants were refit to fit her new body and her sleeves were rolled up, ready for her to use her wings to fly. The wooden surface below felt cool on her bare avian feet. 

Kelsey, her spaghetti top and jeans refitted for her new macaw shape, collapsed on her desk, weeping, "I'm a biiiird! A BIIIIRD!"

It had been awhile since she flew so Beekler was worried. She remembered the rule of being a bird- don't over think it. She saw an empty desk in the middle of the classroom, got her eyes on it and then let herself be taken away with flight. Her wings did the thinking. She hadn't got used to how fast it was to fly: in an instant she went from her desk to one she had her aims on. 

On the floor was the desk's attendee, Gordy. He was boy and was too preoccupied with his blue wings to climb back up.

Waving her wings out, Beekler called, "May I have everyone's attention!"

The class panic didn't settle. Screams, chatter, and crying were like a hurricane. 

Beekler groaned. She spurt out her eyes and let out a mighty, "[b]MA-CAAAAAW!!"[/b]"

It was loud enough and sharp enough to get everyone attention. The students turned their heads to their equally birdified teacher.

"You are birds," said Beekler, "The magic box transformed all of us into birds, but we are in no harm."

"No harm!?" said a male student perched on the desk beside Beekler, "We're... we're damn freakshows!"

"There's no reason to be scared," said Beekler.

"Oh, that's rich!" said Leyana, a female student on a desk near Beekler. She had glasses and her pink highlights had transitioned to her new birdy head. She had fallen on her birdy butt. 

Gordy got over the cerulean shades of his wings and turned to getting back up on his desk. It was a struggle to get back on top, though. He was now shorter than the seat he had sat on just a minute ago. He hopped up and snatched the edge of the seat and then hoisted himself on it. Same for the desk. He vaulted onto the surface to join Ms. Beekler.

Brock looked over at his friend. Kelsey had to sit down. Her hyperventilated breaths were audible. Brock wasn't feeling so great either. He took a wing to ***the back of his pants to see if he had soiled himself, "So what did you turn us for? Just to scare the hell out of us?"

There was a clash and the ceiling above began to glow. What was it now, the students asked themselves. Covered in liquidy light, the ceiling disappeared and let the sun of the morning sky shine through. The smell of the outdoors wafted down onto the nostrils of everyone in the class. The sounds of other, likely everyday birds chirped through the air and gentle breezes veiled down on the class.

The light retracted the ceiling to the room's four corners and it disappeared once the ceiling was completely gone. With the roof gone, the students were sitting in an open-air classroom!

"W-what is this?" asked the student by Beekler's side.

It was a flying lesson, Beekler knew. Any ambiguity about what she was supposed to do that day was gone when she saw the beautiful sky above her. 

"I guess..." Beekler chuckled, spreading out her wings, "I guess I'm going to teach you all to fly!"

They were all still in shock so the pizzazz was lost on them. A shame, thought Beekler as it was the first time today that she had said anything with confidence.

She flapped her wings a bit and repeated, "I'm going to teach you all to fly!"

The students looked at their wings. Gordy brought a wing to his face and tried fanning the feathers, "We can't fly, can we?"

"Of course you can!" said Beekler, "I can, so... so can all of you!"

She took off to the front of the room before misremembering how to flap, spinning out in a spiral and plummeting onto her desk, smacking against the surface, bouncing against the wall behind it, and hitting the floor below. A few papers got disheveled and floated down to join her.

This got a chuckle from the class. Beekler shook off her pain and fluttered up to her desk. She smiled, "Although, I'm still pretty new too."

"Flying's really complicated," said the bookish student, "it'll take months to learn, I bet!"

Beekler flew back over to Gordy's desk. Her flight back went smooth and she perched herself on the edge of the desk's surface. Addressing the class, she said, "The transformation gives you instincts. You know how to fly, deep down. You just have to let yourself not get in the way."

It was a puzzling thing for the class to hear, but some of them understand what Ms. Beekler was getting at. 

Gordy eyed edge of the roof above, tried concentrating before deciding not to concentrate. It was something he had to do without thinking so not wasting another thought, Gordy flew up to the ledge- the classroom falling beneath him in less than an instant.

He clicked onto the side of the roof, his tail-feathers facing the class below. Taking a second to compose himself, he turned back towards the class, smiling at them below, "I did it!"

A few of the students cheered. Beekler clapped her wings, big proud smile on her face!

Don't think about it, thought Kelsey, just do it.

Kelsey ignored the terror in the back of her mind and eyed Brock's desk. She thought of jumping over to his but only enough to picture the action in her mind. Instinctually, she flapped off the surface of her desk and glided down onto his. The sudden closening of his friend was a startle but it amused him to see bird maneuvering in action.

A few other birds hopped around with varying success. 

The bookish student jumped around desks, fascinated on how easy it was. He grinned, "I see... The transformation gave us knowledge- like we've been flying for years now and we do it effortlessly!"

Beekler nodded, "Yes! That's... that's a good way of putting it!" She chirped with joy!

Kelsey spotted another desk and "jumped" over to that one. It seemed pretty effortless. Another jump and Kelsey was confident she could fly. She looked at the beautiful blue sky shining its light down onto the classroom and it was calling to her.

She snapped into the air, flying up past Gordy perched on the roof and into the sky. In an instant, the neighborhood was her view. It was dazzling, but then she looked below at the college with the roof ripped open and she startled herself. She was so high up and her lingering human instincts kicked in, telling her she should not be that high!

She panicked and her flapping became erratic. She tumbled down the air like she was toppling down the stairs, unsure how to grapple the air around her to keep her afloat. Her human panic intersected with bird instinct. 

She screamed, "H-help me! I- I don't knoooooow...!" 

Beekler saw that Kelsey was struggling and might endanger herself. The professor took to the skies, rising like a bullet to her panicked student. She needed wings to flap so she had to make a quick decision on how to steady her student. Beekler swooped up below Kelsey letting the student drop into her body, holding her wings out to descend slowly.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod," said Kelsey, her voice chopped into bits with sporadic breaths.

"Hey, hey, hey," said Beekler, "What's your name, girl?"

"K-Kelsey," said the student looking around and noticing the sky was stabilizing. She wasn't spinning around in a tailspin and she could get a hold of everything.

"It's ok," said Beekler, "I got you."

The two of them gracefully floated to the ground. Down below, a few students had taken the plunge to fly up onto the roof to join Gordy. They watched as Beekler and Kelsey descended to the stony roof. Beekler flipped vertically in a way that Kelsey wasn't prepared so Kelsey toppled to the ground.

"Oops," said Beekler with a giggle, "Sorry."

Kelsey whimpered, getting up on her knees, "I c-can't fly!"

Beekler walked up to Kelsey and put a wing on her shoulder, "It's ok. You're safe now."

Kelsey frowned, her beak quivering with humiliation.

There was an expectation of laughter from the students around the roof, and more were fluttering up to join Kelsey on the roof, but no one seemed amused by Kelsey's childish panic. 

Brock snapped up on the roof and hopped close to Kelsey, "Kelz! Are you ok?"

Kelsey cradled herself, "I'm... I'm fine."

Brock scowled at Beekler, "What the hell are you trying to make us do? Kill ourselves?"

Beekler put her wings out defensively, "Let's take it step by step."

Kelsey edged closer to Brock. He took a wing around her and they caressed their beaks together. 

***

The rest of the students made their way onto the roof, with one student having extra difficulty trying to not think of flying to fly but getting over it with perseverance. Moving themselves out of the classroom and around the rooftop was a task accomplished.

Beekler had been on the roof once before. It was back before the strangeness overtook the neighborhood and college: she had to see if there was a bird making a nest on the vents, ironically. She didn't remember much about it but she was sure that there wasn't a large wooden cabin built on stands back when she was human.

The "wizards" who had taken over the college had changed a lot of things and adding a wooden cabin on top of the roof with it's foundation digging into the stony roof was a new one. She would worry about that later.

Beekler walked to the center of the roof where she could get the most eyes on her from her class, students perching themselves on the vents and the diagonal boards of the cabin's stilt foundation. Beekler spoke, "Let's take this step by step. You guys can fly up onto the roof. How about down to the parking lot?"

Beekler directed them to the edge of the roof overlooking the parking lot. A crowd of cars were parked below.

"Let's try flying down there," said Beekler. She swooped down and touched the pavement before flying back up in an instant. She did it again to demonstrate. When she returned back to the roof she fanned her wings out, "Ta-da!"

A bespectacled student peered over the edge, "I dunno. It looks pretty far."

Beekler looked around. The tower was about thirty feet in height from the floor to its roof. She was explained that it was going to be the home for the school's bird student population, but Beekler had realized that was likely her class.

Beekler pointed at it, "Then how about trying something easier, like flying up to that birdhouse? You can slowly try harder and harder things until you are flying through the air!"

Kelsey rubbed her wings together nervously and looked up at the birdhouse. It was a decent challenge in verticality. Compared to how high she flew into the open air before, it was reasonable. She aimed herself at the top of the birdhouse and let herself fly! It was like the ground sunk beneath her and she pulled the roof of the structure to herself.

When she snapped her talons onto the edge of the roof, the ends of her claws digging into the wood, everyone cheered and clapped as best they could with feathery wings.

Beekler hopped in the air and smiled, "That's it! Everyone here has expert flying skill." She paused, and a metaphor came to mind. She perked up, "Think of it this way: it's like relearning how to ride a bicycle! If you ignore your inhibitions, you should take to it like a breeze!"

The students got the message and tried flying around the roof. There were poles and wooden towers to traverse when the students wanted to take to new heights but some went with Beekler's earlier challenge and flew down off the school's roof to the parking lot. It was two floors so it felt like a big jump.

Leyana looked down at the lot where other students had flown- a few of them gathered in a group of unused parking spaces. She flew down there with the wind slicing through her feathers. It was exhilirating! She hit the ground with a little more force than she wanted but she swooped back up to the roof.

She laughed, "You go so fast."

Beekler smiled, lifting her beak up in pride, "Yes! Getting around is snap!"

Gordy had just come back from circling the football field. Realizing how little time it took to get around such a distance was exciting and a little scary. He settled down on the roof, shaking his wings.

"I think I just beat my track record tenfold!" said Gordy.

The others chuckled.

***

The students practiced flying some more, many of them getting used to flying long distances before focusing on vertical boundaries. Before long Beekler's students were taking to the skies! The school has had birds circling above it forever but that afternoon, it wasn't pigeons- it was macaws!

Kelsey had the biggest scare earlier but even she quickly got used to flying at high altitudes. The cool winds became home to her as she zipped up and down the sky. She twirled and spun around, seeing how tricky she could get with her flying techniques. The ground and sky swirled around her, feeling freer from gravity than she ever had been!

They had only been macaws for a couple hours and the class was challenging one another to perform tight aerial tricks. They weaved through the sky like a tailor's needle! 

Leyana and Gordy took turns trying to impress one another with their skills. Leyana would do a barrel roll and Gordy would follow up with a downward loop so tight it looked like he was doing a somersault in mid-air by gaining speed then ducking his beak down between his legs and curving over himself to break out of ball form and continue forward with all that momentum! Other students were impressed and tried to copy Gordy's lead.

Leyana thought, taking a wing to her beaky chin, "Don't know how I'm going to top that."

"Don't worry about it," said Gordy, hipchecking his birdy friend, "It'll take years before you're good as me anyway."

Leyana chuckled. She saw some students doing loops and others doing barrel rolls and though if she could combine the two. She warmed up on some upward loops and tried to spin while doing it but each time she tried she would break out of the loop and swerve off.

She knew she had the instincts to do it. It was a matter of "remembering" how to control her feathers so she could pull it off. She thought, she had to use her wings and tail-feathers with such precision to have her twirl while she did a vertical loop.

She dived to get speed then turned up to begin the loop. It happened within a split second but she focused her mind and slowed the world around her. She turned up for the loop and tilted her wings to begin a spin while rotating her tail-feathers so that she would continue to turn into the loop depending on which way of the imaginary circle she was facing. It took a couple tries but on third count, she got it.

She came out of the loop, having just combined barrel roll and loop, and smiled. 

Gordy fluttered down to her, "Great job! How you feel?"

Leyana shook her head. Her nerves were electric and she felt tingly all the way down to her taloned feet, "The transformation must have cured my motion sickness because that should have made me hurl."

Gordy chuckled. The other birds were watching Leyana but she was going too fast for them to see what she was doing inside the loop. As the students got more confident in their flying ability, they flew further away from the rooftop or just off school property outright. 

Gordy and Leyana took themselves to the neighborhood and landed down on a row of old houses, perching themselves on the top of a chimney with chunks missing on a couple bricks. They looked over the neighborhood, quiet and mostly still from where they were looking. There were two zoomans sitting on lawnchairs in front of a small single story house. One looked like a bird and the other a cat but it was hard to hear their conversation from yards away.

"Look at us," said Gordy, "We're birds!"

"Wasn't expecting this to happen when I got up this morning," said Leyana.

"I think it was only a matter of time before I got transformed," said Gordy, "Pretty much everyone else I knew got transformed." He opened his wings and looked at them, and he shifted his legs around, "They're all... human-shaped though. We..." he looked over Leyana, "we're birds. We're actually bird-shaped."

Leyana giggled, "Think we'll ever be human again?"

Gordy shrugged, then looked melancholic, "Uh... I don't know. Probably not?"

The words were upsetting to hear from him, but also exciting. Leyana smiled, "That's..." she sighed, "Wow..."

"I don't know for sure," said Gordy, "but all my friends that have been transformed, they've been stuck like that for the last couple weeks." He took a feather to his beak, "Except Ralph, who was turned into a cat but just the other day got turned into a dinosaur!"

Leyana lit up, "Oh, you know him? I've seen him around."

"Yeah," said Gordy, "I think one of those sorcerers turned him into a dinosaur due to-" Gordy shook his head, "I have no idea. My mind is going nuts right now. I'll tell the tale when everything stops spinning."

They giggled and took off from the chimney.

***

The two flew back to the rooftop where the rest of the students and Beekler were exploring the large stilted cabin. It was a large wooden house that was as long as the classroom, just as wide, and probably twice as tall. There were foot-by-foot holes on each wall for birds to enter. There were multiple levels to the house, although no floor was complete across the building. Everything function like a large deck that birds could hop off of.

In the middle level, a crowd of birds had gathered. That's where all the food was. There were lines of seed containers that worked like candy machines. If one turned the dial, seeds would come out. Students defied their birdness and ate seeds out of their wings like they were trying to be human.

Kelsey walked up to the seed machine with the ones that were white with dark gray stripes on them. She didn't understand why but those ones looked the tastiest. She cranked the dial and a bunch of the seeds fell to the floor. She picked a few of them up and put them in her wing.

Brock walked up to her, watching curiously as she popped one into her mouth, she chewed, and then swallowed. He asked, "How do it taste?"

"They taste like seeds," Kelsey said.

Brock didn't know what to say in response, so he said nothing. For some reason, he wasn't expecting that.

On a deck down below, there was another series of machines. They were dispensers for small stickers. Gordy and Leyana walked around the deck, taking a look at all them. They didn't have names or instructions printed on them, only labels with picture on them.

Leyana walked up to one with an egg on its label. She looked down at the outlet and picked up a sticker. The stickers had icons on the front.  "What does this do?" asked Leyana.

Gordy looked around, "I think you stick them on your body and they have an effect."

Leyana peeled off the paper from the sticker and let the adhesive side curl off the surface. She dropped the cover and took the sticker to her body.

"Stop!"

It was Beekler. She hovered down and snatched the sticker from Leyana's feathery grasp, the professor giving the student a nasty look.

"Uhhhh..." said Leyana, "I wasn't doing anything!"

"You were about to stick this on your body, weren't you?" asked Beekler. It made her sound incredibly infantalizing to talk to an adult like that. She relaxed, "Do you have any idea what these do?"

Leyana wiggled her beak, "No."

Beekler looked at the sticker getting folded and bent in her wing. She crumpled it up and dropped it to the ground. She looked over the containers. She wasn't sure before but she expected the house to be a home for her and her students for the time being.

'Do you have any idea what these do?' was the question. Beekler herself didn't know exactly. She only got a brief demonstration on the magic stickers. If you slapped them on your body, they would have magic effects, and the professor herself was quite curious.

She walked up to the 'egg' dispenser, "They make you lay eggs."

Other students peeked over at Beekler and Leyana. They were curious too about the stickers but didn't want to do anything without the professor's guidance because while she didn't seem to know a lot about being an animal or the supernatural properties of the school, she knew more than them.

"Really?" said Leyana, "They make you lay eggs?" She took a wing to her belly, "I don't know if I want to do that."

"I'm pretty sure," said Beekler. She thought a moment, and then picked up one of the 'egg' stickers, walking over to the middle of the deck with it.

Gordy watched onward, "Are you gonna...?"

Others watched Beekler. Did the sticker make birds lay eggs and was the teacher going to use it? 

Beekler looked around, thinking about how she should prepare. She looked down at her pants, and unbuckled them. When she dropped her drawers, the class cheered. Beekler giggled and blushed. How inappropriate that should would strip for her students!

The pants laid at her feet. Beekler kicked them away and got on her butt. She peeled the sticker off the paper and flicked the paper away. Making sure that the sticker was not curled or anything, she slapped it on her side.

Right away there was a feeling gurgling in her body. She couldn't help but cringe at the strange tremors coming from within. The students gazed in disbelief and maybe feared that their teacher had made a huge mistake.

Like gasoline through a car engine, things fired through her nethers, expanding in size as they shot down her reproductive tunnels. By the end of the line, the eggs were fully formed and they shot out of her cloaca like jellybeans from a candy bag. They burst out of her onto the floor like a machine gun discharging its load.

Everyone gasped except for Beekler who looked like the thrill was so intense her brain shut down. She stared out into space while she fired off a load of eggs onto the floor, her body shaking with recoil!

Just as quickly as the deluge of ovum began did it stop. Beekler caught herself and looked down at what she had done. In front of her was a pile of eggs covered in a wet sheen. In the intensity of the eggs being laid some had cracked and broken open, letting their ooze out onto the floor.

The class cheered at Beekler. She smiled and got up, "Someone tell my ex I'm plenty fertile!"

"They have magic effects," said Gordy.

"What do the others do?" asked Leyana.

The other students joined her in checking out the magic sticker dispensers. She stood before a dispenser with a gender symbol, although Leyana couldn't tell which one. She could never remember what was the male symbol or the female- the ring with the arrow pointing out of it diagonally or the ring with the cross beneath it.

She took a sticker with the crossed ring and stuck it on her body. She was expecting a magical feeling to take over her but... nothing. What was happening? She looked at her wings but nothing seemed to change. What was it supposed to do?

Kelsey and Brock walked over to the egg sticker dispenser. Brock took off his pants, picked up an egg sticker, and slapped it on his body.

Nothing.

"You can't lay eggs, Brock," said Kelsey, "You're a man."

Brock spotted the dispenser with the female symbol. He knew which symbol was which and- with Kelsey watching him confusedly- he walked over to the dispenser, giving an "Excuse me" to a bewildered Leyana. Brock picked up a female sticker. When he slapped it on his body, it looked like a gust of wind took his feathers for a moment. Nothing specific about Brock's formed changed, but everyone got the feeling something happened to him.

"Did it-?" Brock's voice had raised in pitch. He took his wings to his beak, "I think I'm a girl."

And a girl she was! Brock was no longer Brock but now Roxie. She checked out her wings and feet.

Leyana looked over the new female, "Are you sure? Don't colors change between genders with birds?" She peered between Roxie's legs, "Anything going on down there?"

Roxie groaned, "How would I know the colors of birds? I'm not a birdologist." She went back to the egg dispenser and picked up a sticker. Walking back to Kelsey's side, she took the egg sticker and slapped it on her wing.

There was a rumble inside her and then a landslide of eggs fell from her! They popped out of her butt like paintballs from a gun! Students watched in amusement and thrill! Like Beekler, Roxie's explosion of eggs started and stopped like a faucet. Some were broken but the count was about two dozen.

Kelsey broke into a giggling fit, "Oh my shit!"

Roxie raised a smug brow at Kelsey, "Impressed?"

Kelsey took a wing to the egg on top, "God, how did it feel?"

Roxie waddled off of the pile of her eggs, the pile collapsing a bit with her legs not there to hold them up. She looked at her load, "Look at that! I'm a momma!"

"I don't think these eggs are going to grow into anything," said Beekler, walking up to the first student in her class to have her gender changed and the first to lay eggs. Beekler footed at one of Roxie's eggs, "They haven't been fertilized by a male."

Roxie giggled, sitting down on her butt, "Oops. Forgot that step."

"A male...?" said Kelsey. She looked over at the dispenser. Roxie used the symbol with the plus sign on the O so Kelsey picked up a sticker that had the O with the arrow pointing out of it. She ripping off the adhesive, stuck the sticker on her body and instantly felt a shift in her form.

"Did that make me a male?"

Kelsey's voice had deepened. It was handsome by his own standards. 

Beekler blushed. Maybe it was a bad idea to let her students play around with their sexes like that but they seemed so good at it, she couldn't object!

Kelsey- whose name was unisex anyway- strutted back over to Roxie and gave the girl a smoldering grin. He said, "How about me? Can I fertilize your eggs?"

Roxie snerked, "Oh you!"

Kelsey sat down beside Roxie and snugged into her side. Roxie wrapped a wing around Kelsey and they clicked beaks together- probably the closest thing to kissing birds could do!

***

Hours passed as the students explored being a bird in every way they wanted. Gordy perched on top of the house, letting the afternoon wind curl through his feathers.

Beekler found some new pants and made rounds to see how all her students were doing and was joyed to see that her students were easing into being macaws as comfortably as a hand fitting on a nice glove. She saw Gordy up on the roof and went to go see the lonesome student.

"Hey there," said Beekler, "Whatcha doin'?" Her tone was a little too playful.

Gordy chuckled, but then turned solemn, "When... when are we going to turn back to humans?"

The question knocked Beekler's guard off. She eyed away, "Uhhhh..."

Gordy chuckled again, albeit joylessly this time, "So this is what we are now... Can't do anything about it?"

Beekler sighed and shifted closer to Gordy to pat him on the back, "The... people who run this school- they call the shots. You can't really argue with someone who can create or remove whole buildings in the blink of an eye."

"You don't know what's going on either," said Gordy, more sympathy coming out of his voice than insult.

Beekler shrugged, "Yeah... I'm just trying to keep my head together... and keep you students safe."

Gordy looked through the wicker down into the birdhouse where students flapped around and chatter echoed up to the roof. He scratched his talons on the wooden surface, "So... where are we going to sleep?"

Beekler didn't know. She frowned a bit, "I'll have to ask someone. One of these magical monster guys must have made something for us, or could make something for us."

Gordy said nothing. He stared out into space.

"You ok?" asked Beekler.

"Worried," said Gordy.

Beekler nodded, "Do you need a hug?"

Gordy hesitated but then nodded his head. Beekler leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Gordy. Gordy followed the same and smiled wide. Things were so weird but he felt comfortable having Beekler for a guiding light and he was- underneath all the fear- excited about being a bird.

Gordy chuckled and then so did Beekler and they went in again to continue the hug, the class chirping with joy beneath them.