Availix
A collaboration with Endevorer on FA
The lobby was jam packed full of people with names, numbers, and notices all strapped onto shirts, waiting to be called. In the current economy, one had to do what one needed to to survive, even if it meant testing out experimental pharmaceutical technologies that had only just barely been approved In standards for human trials that were dropping day by day.
Randall looked at the numbers at the calling desk. He had already been waiting half an hour for his number to come up, but things were moving slowly today. He looked around. Of course they were--ever since the crash, any and everyone was willing to make a quick buck somewhere, and here was certainly somewhere. He, however, was no neophyte--he had been coming here for years and made quite a decent living off it. The pay for most of the trials were quite high and with very little real risk, other than being sick a time or two or having some weird spots that went away in a week, but even those symptoms had been paid for. He had heard of strange things happening in some trials and swore he had even seen a result or two of them, some animal-human hybrids that didn't act too much different than people, but it didn't stop him from coming back and popping a pill for an amount that could sustain him for three months and keep him away from real work. He didn't really hate the wait, just the nervousness that came along with it. He knew he shouldn't be nervous because nothing really bad had ever happened to him here or anywhere else either, but still he felt like one day his luck would run out.
The desk dinged, and he looked up, certain that his number would be the one up there. He sighed when he saw that it wasn't and looked down at his slip again.
"Availix," he murmured. "What the hell is Availix?"
"Huh, you too?" a voice near to him said. Randall turned his head and found himself face to face with the man sitting next to him, a fellow who looked to be in his early thirties who wore a spectacularly thick pair of glasses. The other man smiled and held out his hand.
"Name's Chuck," the man said with a smile. "Guess we're on the Availix train together, eh?"
Randall looked down at the hand and then shook it. Now he remembered why he got nervous while waiting, and he'd already tried every social anxiety medical miracle on the market...
"Randall," he said, smiling back but not so genuinely as Chuck. "I guess we are."
"Shucks, what are the odds that we'd be sitting together?" Chuck said, motioning around to the rest of the room. "So many people here and yet here we are, part of the same trial! Kind of exciting, eh?"
"Sure," Randall said with a nod and began to look away, until a third voice joined the conversation.
"Whoa? You too, dudes?" He heard behind him. Randall grimaced and looked over his shoulder to see a young man leaning forward excitedly, his hair blonde and his skin tan.
"You're testing Availix as well?" Chuck asked the newcomer.
"Totally!" the other man said, holding up his slip. "I"m Ben by the way. Surfer Ben they call me." He looked to Chuck. "You're Chuck, right?"
"Yeah, that's right!" Chuck said and then poked Randall. "And this is Randall."
Randall sighed and clutched his slip. It seemed like his luck hand run out after all.
"Hey," he said.
"Whoa, man!" Ben said. "This is too cool! We're like...a trio! A trio of testers! Who would've thought it?"
"Yes, who would..." Randall muttered.
"Golly," Chuck said. "Wonder what this drug does then? Maybe we'll go in mundane men and come out as like...superheroes or something!"
"That'd be awesome!" Ben cried out a little too loud. Randall grimaced and shifted in his seat. "I think my superpower would be...flight or something."
"Aw man!" Chuck said, slapping his knee. "That was mine!"
"Oh dude, don't worry, we both can fly, we just need secondary super abilities or something. But hey, Randall, what's your power?"
Randall opened his mouth, very much wanting to tell them both to shut up, but luckily for them all, the desk dinged once. All three turned and saw a new number displayed at the desk.
"Ahhh," Randall sighed as he got to his feet. "That's me."
Then the desk dinged again not once, but twice. Randall groaned as Chuck and Ben stood up beside him.
"Whoa, all at once!" Ben said. "Looks like we are all in this together. Awesome!"
He held up both his hands, and Chuck high-fived him. Randall looked at the proffered hand.
"Yay," he sighed, giving a high five despite himself.
The attendant, a surprisingly young looking woman dressed in lab equipment and wearing wide rimmed glasses, walked in.
"You boys here for Availix?" She asked.
"That's right, nurse!" Ben said, placing his hands on Randall and Chuck's shoulders. "It's us three musketeers!"
"I'm a doctor. Call me Dr. Nancy." She peered inquisitively at the three, Randall scowling and shaking Ben's hand off his shoulder.
"Alright boys, follow me." she said, nodding towards a certain hallway. The men did so, seeing no reason to hesitate. It was their job after all. However, Randall was curious about one thing.
"So, what's Availix do?" Randall asked.
"It's an erectile dysfunction correction medication that attempts to reduce the testosterone count in the body and thus reduce and prevent prolonged erections."
"Oh... yeah..." said Randall. He knew his medical history was pretty much open for the labs to check out, which unfortunately included some rather uncomfortable things. The other men had similar reactions.
"Yeah, that's in the family," Chuck said, almost disappointed that something so... medical could happen. "Alpha male ancestors I bet!" he said with feigned enthusiasm.
"Nuh-uh, dudette," Ben said as he waved a finger in reply. "Surfer Ben doesn't got that problem!"
Dr. Nancy stopped and gave him a look that summarized the kind of bored determination that came from dealing with unruly patients.
Ben looked away sheepishly, apparently not having the guts to compete with that. "Well... maybe there's positives."
"Yes," Dr. Nancy said. "If anything, human trials should at least validate the animal trials... You'll be our first human test subjects!"
The men and the doctor walked the rest of the way in silence until they came to a room. It was small and sterile, the only things in the room being a flat screen mounted on a wall, a banner above it that read "Availix--It will avail what ails you!", a short table with a few chairs behind it, and one other doctor in a lab coat, also a woman and surprisingly young and attractive. The doctor motioned towards it and the men filed in.
"We'll need you to strip naked for this," the new doctor said. "So start stripping."
"Uh, where do we do that?" said Randall. There were no other side rooms, nor areas to change in. "In fact... where are we supposed to be when we're... you know..."
"Yeah, I don't want to show off my junk if you don't mind..." Chuck murmured. "Not that I have anything to hide, but..."
"I appreciate you ladies cutting to the chase," Ben said. "But do we have to?"
"Relax, we're professionals... And it's not like we have a choice; budget cuts and all. You know how it is, get bought out by a bigger company, and somehow your budget shrinks. So here's what we got, Dr. Nancy and Dr. Cooper, and three men with penis problems. Now strip." She tapped her watch. "Next iteration isn't too long after yours. This will be a quick one, I promise."
"You were bought out?" Randall asked.
"Yes." Dr. Cooper nodded. "While developing early prototypes by a cosmetics company...but that's besides the point. Please strip."
Randall looked to the other men and let out a resigned sigh. There was no other option here but to comply.
"Fine," he said and began to strip, starting with his shirt before working onto his pants..
"Just like that?" Chuck said. "You're going to get naked in front of all us?"
"Yeah." Randall shrugged. "We're getting paid."
"So pragmatic!" Ben crowed and held up a hand five. "Hi five there, man."
Halfway to having his shirt off, Randall stopped and stared at the hand before rolling his eyes.
"Oh right," Ben said, lowering his hand. "I'll get started. I guess someone else should appreciate the work put into this bod..."
Ben began to strip as well. Chuck laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head.
"Ha ha, uh..." he looked to one of the doctors. "Can I keep my glasses on at least or..." his gaze flickered between the two half naked men near him. "Maybe not."
So, Chuck set to stripping. The men were relatively quiet as they disrobed, and by the time they were naked, their clothes bundled in neat piles behind them, there was only a few nervous coughs from Chuck and a gulp or two from Ben. Randall stood silent, waiting until a minute had passed before breaking the silence.
"Ok..." he said. "We stripped, now what?"
"Sorry," Dr. Nancy apologized. "Set up. Please turn around."
The men did so and found that the previously blank screen on the wall had come to life, the word "Availix" boldly written across the screen with a cartoonish black bird leaning against the x with a sly expression on its beak and a white pill somehow held in an outstretched wing.
"What's this all about?" Randall asked, motioning towards the screen.
"We're killing two birds with one stone," Dr. Cooper explained, walking to stand near the screen. She held up her hand. In it was three pills. "Take the pill and watch the commercial for our drug, and afterward there'll be a survey on your satisfaction with both. Again, budget cuts."
"Makes sense to me" Chuck said, then squinted at the screen. He wasn't wearing his glasses. He tapped Randall. "Psst, what's that say? And what's that black blob about?"
Randall grimaced and shuffled away, bumping into Ben in the process. He might as well have hit a wall for how solid the other man was and looked like too.
"Oops, sorry dude!" Ben said as Randall staggered back. "Didn't know there was a wave coming!"
Before Randall could respond, Dr. Cooper had moved forward. She held out the three pills that laid on the palm of her hand.
"Take one," she said. "But don't take it until we say so. This first trial we're looking for similar times."
Randall took his pill without hesitation. While other men took theirs, he rolled the pill between his hands. It was light, white, and without any marks other than a minuscule black bird at the bottom of one side.
"Hey," he said. "Do we get water or something?"
"No, no," Dr. Cooper said. "It goes down smooth without assistance." She smiled apologetically. "It's for emergencies after all."
Randall looked down at the pill dubiously, only feeling a little better when he saw Chuck was much more nervous than him.
"First time with one of these?" He whispered.
"No, no!" Chuck said, a little too loud. He smiled nervously at the doctor when she gave him a concerned glance.
"Is everything alright, sir?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah," Chuck said with a nod. "I'm just naked in a room with other naked men and women about to take a white little pill. I mean, clothed men, clothed women! I'm not nervous or anything, no, not at all!"
"Ah. Very well then."
Dr. Cooper walked around them, disappearing behind their backs. Despite himself, Randall leaned over to the sweating Chuck.
"Don't be too nervous," he said, holding up the pill. "This pill is payday. One little swallow and you'll be that much more rich!" He rolled his eyes. "Or maybe you will get superpowers."
"Yeah," Chuck said with a nod. "Yeah, that's right!"
"The dude's right, man," Ben said. "Shoot, I'm excited, especially if this works." He frowned. "...not that I have problems with little Ben or anything..."
"Wait, you named it?"
"Okay!" Dr. Nancy said behind them. "You will take your pill when the commercial begins in ten seconds. The countdown is on the screen. Just place the pill in your mouth and swallow. It will slide right down!"
Randall looked up to the screen and so there was, a ten that had already counted down to nine, then eight, then seven...
"Payday," he murmured, clutching at his pill. He looked back at the screen.
Three, two, one...
"Availix!" The cartoon bird crowed on the screen, and the men took their pills all at once. The black bird held up the pill. "It will avail your ails!"
Randall shivered as the pill did slide down his throat quite easily, almost as if it was dissolving even before it hit his stomach.
"But what ails might those be?" The black bird asked. "What trouble do you have that I can fix? Wellllll..."
Randall tried to listen to the commercial but felt strange all over, like his body no longer really suited him. He became painfully aware of how broad his shoulders were, how constrained his neck was, how thick his frame was all out. His chest felt heavy but in the wrong places, like it should be some other shape, some other balance. His skin felt equally odd, almost too barren. Most importantly, he felt an odd sensation in his groin that disturbed him, like he was aware of his shaft's presence in an all too familiar way. Something was fundamentally wrong with the way he perceived himself... and it bothered him that he was even here at all.
On the screen, the black bird winked.
"A little bird told me that some of those troubles are all about not just getting it up, but keeping it there too. Now, Availix isn't one of those complex drugs that takes weeks and weeks to work. No, we're here to help you now and help you fast, and we do that by getting to the base of the problem: your testosterone!"
Randall shivered at the bird's words. He wanted to be... different. His body should be slimmer, maybe even shorter. Yes, that was it.
"Testosterone is why men grow taller than women overall and bulk up on muscle, but too much is bad for you. Everything from acne, emotional issues, prostate swelling, sleep apnea, decreases in testicle size, and increases in red blood cells are all problems of heightened testosterone counts. By reducing testosterone significantly, we can remove a number of uncomfortable symptoms!"
Randall felt a cold shiver go through his head and felt a soothing sensation go through his body. Yes, he could basically feel something happening to him, like a thousand little issues that he hadn't known about were slowly being lifted off of him. Might have just been in his head, but... something was happening.
He turned towards the others, and they had this drowsy expression on their faces, as if they had just awoken from a deep slumber...or were about to drop to sleep there too. The soothing was getting to him too, and he couldn't help but yawn.
'How does it work, you might ask? Well, while the solution might be simple, Availix is actually quite complex!"
Ben raised his arms and noticed that the muscles on them slowly faded away, losing definition as something basically smoothed away the toning he had worked hard to develop.
"Woah..." he moaned.
Randall looked at himself, and though he wasn't as toughened as Ben, he noticed what muscle he had was diminishing. Yet it didn't alarm him as much as it should have.
"Availix is based off of a mix of random genomes from 32 different bird species. With bird DNA and a little cocktail of other less important things used in cosmetics along with a dash of science you'd swear is magic, it becomes easy to convert testosterone into chemicals much less dangerous for you!"
Randall nodded. That sounded nice. What had testosterone ever done for him anyways? All those issues the bird had listed didn't sound so great, so if this drug fixed those and his dysfunction, why, he was just fine with that.
Speaking of dysfunction, he felt his shaft stir between his legs. He looked down and saw it rise while the hair on his body began to fall away. While he had never been densely covered, it was still strange to see his skin go from a little hairy to smooth in a span of seconds. Still, it felt more right than wrong. It's what he should have, after all, smooth: soft skin, not coarse, hairy hide. His lips curled in disgust at the thought.
"And while that might sound like it would take a while, it doesn't! Availix is fast acting!"
Randall stared down at his shaft. It seemed wrong on him. Out of place, just like his hair had been. He frowned when it stood stiffer still. It was like some sort of distended hernia. He glanced furtively at Ben and Chuck and saw that they too were staring down at their respective members with distaste. Randall blushed and looked back to his own, his eyes widening at what he saw. While his member was still erect, it had begun to shrink.
"All you have to do is take the pill, and Availix will activate faster than a bird can chirp!"
The black bird chirped, and Randall shivered as his shaft shrank further still. Still drowsy, he yawned again and brought his hand up to cover his mouth. He tilted his head in the process, and a large clump of hair fell out into his waiting hand. He scowled and shook the hairs away, and then noticed something. Turning over his hand, he found brown, scaly spots there, mostly on his fingers that seemed smaller and more slender than he remembered. Now that he looked at them, however, he liked their new look, especially as the scaly flesh spread and the tips began to twist, talonlike. His hands were increasingly elegant and avian, and it all seemed so right. He would have kept staring at them had he not heard Chuck murmuring. He looked to the man.
"Huh," the man mumbled, looking down at his hands. They were like Randall's, save their scaly flesh was a yellow orange, and the talon tips were black. Chuck glanced to Randall and reached up with one of his hands to scratch a head that was nearly bald, save for a few brown feathers that had started to sprout up there.
"You may feel drowsy upon ingesting your dose, but don't worry! Mental and physical numbness are expected effects of Availix as it works to help you out!"
Feeling his shaft stir again, Randall looked down between his legs and liked what he was seeing. There was so much less of that...thing that shouldn't be there. Curious, he started to reach down and thought better of it, especially since he had started to feel nauseous. Without any warning, he felt himself wrench in both directions at once as his hips stretched apart. He stumbled left, then right, bumping into both the other men in the process, but he only mumbled an apology and stared down at himself. His hips were certainly wider now, and fine feathers had begun to sprout over his thighs that also seemed to be thickening in the process. A little dizzy, he planted his feet firmly in the ground and heard his toes click against it. He blinked and looked down, seeing that his five toes on each foot had somehow merged into four. He winced as he saw them thin and stretch apart into avian like talons, black scaly flesh forming over skin while fine, fuzzy feathers slowly swept up his thinning legs.
"You may experience vertigo and/or nausea, which is why we recommend taking Availix in a safe, enclosed space!"
He heard a thud and looked over to see that Ben had fallen. The large man wasn't quite so large now, his muscle melted away into flat smoothness. The rear that he had landed on, however, seemed a little larger, a little plumper, though that might have just been the white tailfeathers fanning out above it. Ben looked dazed as he rubbed at his head, the talons on his feet clicking against the floor as they came apart and in, in and apart.
"Whoopsie!" Ben slurred. "I--"
Ben gasped, and Randall gasped too as his diminished shaft throbbed. He meant to look down, but caught sight of his chest instead. Feathery forms were sprouting there too, but what really caught his eyes was his upper chest. It seemed puffy, swollen, and his nipples stuck out more than they ever had before.
Then his member throbbed again, and he looked down just in time to see what remained of it suck up into him. He shivered and watched as his testicles followed. He blinked as he saw what was there instead: a small slit that was developing further into the familiar anatomy of the opposite sex while fine feathers formed over his crotch and thighs.
"Dysphoria is also quite common after taking Availix, but don't worry! That will be over quickly, because Availix works in a jiffy!"
Randall stared down at what he could only think of as her womanhood, and realized that didn't really bother her, and why would it? It, along with the rest of her increasingly slender and feminine form, seemed much more fitting on her. Plus, it meant the drug was working right. She couldn't have erectile issues if she didn't have an erection in the first place, after all. For some reason, this thought made her chuckle, though it came out more like a titter. Curiously, she reached up with a taloned hand to her neck and felt smoothness where her Adam's Apple had once been.
"Oh," she said, her voice rising in pitch as her face began to itch. "Oh, that's...different."
"Yeah," she heard Chuck say nearby. "It's kind of--skree!"
Hearing what sounded like a hawk, Randall looked over to Chuck and saw the man was clutching at his face, mortified. Randall quickly realized he was wrong on two counts: one, Chuck was notably missing the thing between her legs that would mark her as male, and two being that Chuck wasn't mortified, just slightly surprised as feathers rapidly covered her head while her lips and nose hardened into a black, shiny substance and pressed forward together into a newborn beak and her ears shrank, subsequently lost in her new head of feathers. Randall only had a moment to stare at the new birdwoman's head, noticing her eyes beginning to become almost all black, when the itchiness on her own head got worse. Much, much worse.
Randall let out a cry of her own, a series of short hoots as feather overran her once bald head, her skull shaping into a broader shape even as her shoulders shrank narrower. Her ears twitched and wiggled, before shrinking away into mere holes for hearing just as her nose and lips went numb simultaneously. Her eyes widened, and her vision swam, as she felt her nostrils and jaw stretch forward. She blinked away the disorientation, and when she saw clearly again, not only was her vision sharper than it had ever been, there was the protrusion of a beak in her vision. She blinked, then stretched her odd feeling mouth and let out another surprised hoot as her beak opened, her shrunken, thinner tongue not getting much of anywhere. She shuddered as her head sank a little lower, her neck covered by a fine layer of feathers.
"Availix converts testosterone into estrogen at a rate of 92%," the black bird said. "Well, sorta. Birds have a different chemical mix, so be warned, lots of feathers! But enjoy your improved vision!"
Still marveling at what the bird had just mentioned, Randall would have just kept staring forward had she not heard another bird call that was close to a skree, but closer to a screech. She started to turn her head and wobbled unsteadily on her legs as it rotated faster than she was used to. Through slightly blurry vision, she found herself looking at Ben...or whom she guessed was Ben, because lying on the floor was a bald eagle humanoid, her downward tilted head white and majestic while most of the rest of her feathers blackish brown save for her rear, the tailfeathers that splayed over the firm looking butt being white. Randall almost wanted to laugh at the sight of the bald eagle ladybird that was so much smaller and slimmer than Ben had previously been, but a spike of jealousy surged through her once she saw why the eagle was looking down. Upon Ben's chest were a pair of hefty looking breasts that, though larger than the rest of her, only seemed to complement her curves. Randall pouted. Where were her breasts?
As if on cue, she felt warmth suffuse her chest. Startled, she jumped and a swathe of brownish, white speckled tailfeathers burst out above her rear just as it plumped up. Still, she hardly noticed this or the feathers that crept up her back, instead staring with extreme clarity at the swollen mounds on her chest that would only get more swollen, shaping up into a set of feathered breasts above average in size. She gawked at the pair and then happily hooted.
"Of course, such a conversion is not without side effects. You may experience sudden swellings of features not normally found on birds, along with other equally feminine enhancements! All that's gotta go somewhere, after all!"
On the screen, the bird winked, and Randall shivered. She peered down past her breasts and set her legs further apart as her hips swelled further outward. She tensed and wiggled her hips, enjoying their sway and letting out a soft sigh as her waist pressed gently inward, her sides sculpting into curves. Absentmindedly, she brought her legs back together, her thicker thighs rubbing together in ways that made her appreciate her feminine form. She lifted her talons and curled them in and out before placing them on her behind, giggling a little as she felt it fill out under her grip. Bringing her talons up further, she wasn't sure what she appreciated more, her well rounded rear or her fringe of tailfeathers above it.
Abruptly, her arms itched, so she brought them away and up to her face. She let out a surprised hoot as she saw further feathers growing out along her arms. Hearing similar avian cries from nearby, she turned her head and looked to Chuck first. The former man turned hawk lady was thinner and taller, curvy with a small, sweet set of breasts upon her chest. She stood unabashed with her legs wide and her arms wider, arms that now draped with feathers in the shape of wings. Randall shifted her gaze to Ben and found the bald eagle was developing wings of her own, in addition to having developed bigger breasts. For a second, Randall felt a surge of jealousy. Then she smiled and clicked her beak together, the feathers on her arms granting her wingarms not much unlike the avian she was staring at. There was no reason for her with her own avian assets to be jealous of the other bird woman, because...
She shook her head. Why was that thought so strange? Was there something wrong with being as avian as she was human and no longer a male? She shouldn't be jealous because...well, because she was quite happy with her current form with its fine feathers and beak, curves and breasts, wings and the soft feathered slit between her legs that meant she'd never have to deal with erectile issues. And why would she? She was a woman through and through, an avian one at that, and she knew what she could thank for it...
"And when it does, when you feel fine and feathery and feminine...why, that's Availix working for you! Pick up your pill today! Availix, it will avail what ails you!"
The bird winked, and the screen went back to displaying the name of the drug. Now that it was over, Randall laughed and turned towards her...friends, because that's what they were, right? What else would these other beautiful birds be?
"Oh.... we're..." she giggled. "We're all girls!"
Something felt good about vocalizing what she had realized, and the owl was even happier to see her friends were overjoyed too.
"Yeah!" said Chuck. Her voice was higher in tone and a little sharper too. She was so shapely and slender now, a proper predator, beautiful in her own right and not at all awkward like she had been before.
Ben, once the brawniest of them, now far smaller than either except in one category just giggled in response, her bountiful breasts bouncing. "It's kinda funny really!"
"Expected," Dr. Nancy said, hastily scribbling away at her notepad. She squinted at the array of naked bird women before her. "But...not really. How are you feeling uh... Randall?"
"Weird... like, is that my name?" Randall thought. It seemed strange certainly for a female... whatever she was now. She was so... fluffy and not blocky like the name "Randall." "Maybe I can have a change?
"Like what?" Dr. Cooper asked as she took notes. She was clearly bemused by this turn of events. "We hadn't considered this outcome. Do you have a preferred name?"
"Uh..." Randall put her hands on her wide hips, unconsciously swaying side to side as she tried to think of a proper name. Suddenly, she hooted, and her yellow eyes shot wide own. Her beak opened quickly and she spoke: "Cerys! Let's go with Cerys!"
Ben chirped. "Yeah, Ben doesn't work for me either. Can I be uh...Abby?" She giggled, and her breasts bounced. "Yeah, I'm totes an Abby!"
"And I'll be Lilia," the hawk said sweetly, wingarms tucked behind her back. She tilted her head, her beak held open for a few seconds as she considered her next words. "Chuck makes me sound like a woodpecker."
"Fair enough," Dr. Cooper murmured, taking down the names as the avian ladies examined themselves.
Abby raised her white feathered wings and flapped them gently. "Ooh, can I fly?"
Dr. Nancy stared pointedly at Abby's breasts and laughed.
"Maybe not with you being so... heavy? I might need to check your weight."
"Are you saying I'm fat?" Abby huffed, staring at the doctor with her intense eagle eyes. She propped her wings up her chest. "Cuz I'm totes not!"
"No!" Dr. Nancy held up her hands, her eyes still remaining at Abby's chest. "I mean... you're not really shaped for it. Maybe you are, I don't know."
"Ooh, I can see!" said Lilia, holding her talons over her eyes in an "O" shape. "My eyes, they're so sharp!"
"Me too!" Cerys hooted. "Someone turn off the lights! I want to see if I can see in the dark!
"Most avians have good eyesight, it helps them spot prey from a long distance away. I guess the genesplicing added that... hmm, maybe I can ask management to go talk to that general."
Cerys looked at her body, admiring her new talons with utmost glee. She knew she looked beautiful and honestly really wondered if she would ever want to go back to being a... man. This was an upgrade. Though she did realize that not everyone would appreciate her stunning appearance. "Say, uh... doctor, how are we supposed to, you know... get out of here, we're you know, naked..."
"Fair point. Yes, you... no longer fit in your older clothes." Dr. Cooper said. She eyed Dr. Nancy and gave her a small smile. "Dr. Nancy, why don't you get these girls some clothes they would enjoy? Luckily the buyout didn't liquidate all our assets. And don't forget the camera!"
It didn't take long, but the doctor came in with new clothing, albeit rather skimpy and feminine clothing, but that was fine for the new ladies. After all, it wasn't like they were too ashamed of showing their assets off.
All three bird women looked at each other in the mirrors, giggling with glee at each other's finished forms. They were so relieved to no longer be human and men. They felt somewhat more at ease, like they would no longer need to toughen up or harden their insides. Or.. do anything other than admire their sumptuous forms. This was certainly a side effect worth keeping.
They quickly disrobed before each struck a pose, naked of course, because they wanted to investigate their feathery forms deeper. It was certainly an experience, since none of them had ever considered wearing a bikini until now.
"Maybe not the desired result," said the doctor. "But I suppose we can make use of it. Maybe get more funding. Or talk to someone who can really make use of it."
Each of the girls blushed with excitement, Cerys in particular practically smiled.
"Oh, I will. Think I can be a swimsuit model?" She said as she struck a pose.
"Yeah! Oh, but it isn't Speedos!" said Abby. "Oh well, this is better anyways!"
"So how long will this drug last?" said Lilia, insightful enough to ask the questions. "Is this permanent?"
"Unlikely. Probably until the drug gets processed out of your systems. Maybe in two days, I guess.
"Oh, dear. We should get extra pills then!" said Cerys. "I don't want to have an erection ever again!"
The other bird women nodded.
"Yeah, I want to stay pretty and beautiful!" said Lilia.
"Busty and beautiful," Abby chirped, cupping her feathery breasts.
The doctor nodded her head and simply sighed. "Well, I guess we do work in a cosmetics company after all." She pulled out a cell phone and made a call. This was going to take some explaining to do to her bosses.
One year later, the lobby was jam packed full of avians with names, numbers, and notices all strapped onto their swimsuits, waiting to be called. In the current economy, one had to do what one needed to to survive, even if it meant showing off your body on live TV or worse, cheap commercials.
Cerys looked at the numbers at the calling desk. She didn't need to wait for her number to come up; she didn't need one, due to her certain privileges. She looked around. Of course, the place was packed--ever since the Unveiling, any and everyone was willing to make a quick buck on cashing in on the latest sensation to hit the market. She, however, was no neophyte--she had been coming here for weeks and made quite a decent living off it. The pay for most of the shows were quite high and with very little real risk, other than being implicatedin your average backstage scandal, but that was getting quite hard with the gradually dropping male participation in the studio.
Oh, sure there were strange things happening in some rooms, and Cerys swore she had even seen a result or two of them, new sorts of animal men and women like her, but it didn't stop her from coming back and shooting a film for an amount that could sustain her for three months and keep her away from "real" work. She didn't really hate the wait, especially since as a VIP she had priority.
Cerys walked towards one of the rooms; she had familiarity with the layout of the building, so she didn't need a guide.
She stepped into one of the shooting areas, a large, spacious interior where a dozen or so bird women all dressed in swimwear stood, only some posing for a camera at a time. There were no men around here, especially not human men.
She saw familiar beak in the crowd, and they approached.
"Abby! Lilia!" Cerys shouted. "How are things?"
The other two stepped forward and said, "Great! You?"
"Oh, nothing major." Cerys giggled. "Nearly ran out of pills but I managed! Nearly grew a pair."
"No! How?
"Oh, it's the shortage! So much demand for Availix right now, it's harder to get a fix to maintain this beautiful body!"
"Oh, certainly. You heard that there's a shortage in men in Cali?"
"What! Really?" Cerys grinned. She kinda understood why. It was weird. What had begun as a treatment for excessive testosterone had quickly become some sort of national hit. People, males in particular tried it, and almost never wanted to go off it once they took it. Maybe deep down inside, being birds, albeit birds with breasts, was all they wanted. After all, they were almost too good at being birds with breasts, ready to pose and show off their feathery bodies at a moment's notice.
"So... how many people do you think we'll hit trying to sell this commercial on? There can't be that much more!"
"Well, this is a bit of a new product." Lilia then holds up a shirt that says, "Availix - Wild Flavor."
"Really? Is it that new?"
"Not really, but it sells!"
The director called Cerys by name, and that was when the girls knew that the time for socializing was over. "Well, I guess it's time to make our mark.
They moved towards the director and off into their positions.
It was an jungle theme, with every avian woman dressing in hula skirts and wild flowers covering feathers to accentuate their beauty.
Cerys lifted a taloned leg forward in an attempt to alluringly invite onlookers to see more. Lilia swayed side to side to emphasize her hips, while Abby was on the ground, on her side, as if to invite someone else to come down to her.
In a previous life, maybe the three of them might have longed to look after such delectable specimens, but now, that was them. This was their job. And they loved it.
The camera flashed, and a picture of pretty bird women fell to the ground, the first of many that day.