kimmikat
Wings. I have wings. The cold membrane brushed up on my bare back as i stood in the damp forest. They weren't the wings i was hoping for, but they'll do for the time being.
"What do you think, dear?" her shrill voice called from high in the trees.
"Don't call me dear." i hissed back. I wasn't her dear to call. That name was reserved for him, the boy i would take back with my new wings.
My eyes scanned the foliage beneath me, and landed on the charred remains of my dead wings. Black mingled with dark red and blue, the colors of my former wings. They where dead now, and completely useless.
A loud crash sounded behind me, and it was at that moment that i felt the shame. My body grew tight, and i could feel my bones and muscles being strained, shrunk. It wasn't the most pleasent feeling, but i had to put up with it if i was to get back my man from the evil woman. My dark red hair was longer than i was used to, and it tickled the small of my back, falling in damp strands over my feminine face.
"You are so small... Beautiful, though." she cooned, her voice like poison.
"I need clothes. Do you have any?" my voice sang, not words, but like the sound of leaves or a brook.
"Why, yes. For someone as small as you, of corse." she flitted back to the top of the dark tree and into the tangled mass of branches. I looked to my back where my small wings sat. They caught the sun, filtering it onto the ground into a beautiful array of blues, greens, purples and yellows. My yellow cat-slit eyes scanned my surroundings and my body, and i was indeed small, so small in fact that i could fit in your palm. Looking back up to the tree, i sighed.
"This is not going to be fun." And with those words, my feet lifted off the ground, and i was in the air, accending towards the dark branches.