By  naner

All I asked the hypnotists was to help me get in touch with my characters. It seemed simple enough to me, to get to really get deep into their personalities, to know how they would react in any situation. I had it planned all beautifully in my head, and I just hoped the hypnotist would deliver.


I told him what I wanted him to do, and he seemed to understand. He told me to lie back into the chair and settle. I listened to him and rested my head back. He pulled a golden pocket watch from his coat and dangled it from his hand. I knew the protocol, so I focused my attention while it swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I began to drift off into a trance with my eyes still following the watch


His words echoed in my trance, “You want to be a character, eh? I can help you become one. Just let your mind focus on one, let his or her thoughts grapple onto your mind. You would like to learn how your characters behave, so why not find out first hand. Let just one seize your mind and body, and allow them to decide for you. Let Avalyn have your mind.”


The hypnotist broke the trance, and my head was a little dizzy. I couldn’t remember anything he said, but it felt like he was tickling me the entire time. My fur was unusually itchy, but the more I scratched my arm, the more widespread it felt. Soon my entire body felt itchy and the sensation was unbearable. I questioned what the hypnotist did to me, but he seemed perfectly relaxed.


I noticed that the fur on my arm was growing longer, and wider, and... bluer. I was suddenly overcome by a series of discomforts of rearranging bones and other parts. My insides were winding in knots, and my fur was being tied together into feathers. My head was burning up, and I was breaking out in sweat.


I looked down at my hand-hooves which were becoming frailer. I watched them as they turned from my hooves to red tipped feathers at the end of my reshaping arms. Both had ended up as the tips of wings. My foot hooves, however, had underwent a different transformation. They, in turn, had turned to orange talons. The worst part of all of this was that my antlers were disappearing, withering away to red and blue feathers.

My face began to push out further than my original muzzle and also hardened. I felt each and every tooth in my mouth begin to decay away into a gooey dye the flooded my mouth. My extended face absorbed the dye, adding orange and blue pink to my new beak.


The remainder of my body was covered over in feathers. Dark blue all around me with some white at my core, and red tips. I also realized that I had converted to a toucan, a female toucan! I realized that he turned me into Avalyn! I wanted to know how they would react, not how it would be like to be them. Suddenly a pounding emerged in my head.


I shut my eyes for a moment, and opened them again. My red had turned to light blue pupils. I couldn’t think, instead a voice in my head was telling me what to do. “Playfingers, I’m in control now. If you want me to give control of your head back, then I suggest you better write more about me.”