A roleplay between me and  JacktheLizard this was a lot of fun. Written as "you" so you can put yourself in the shoes of the character changing. Have fun! PDF included as always

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Hawk Training
A RP by born2beagator and Jack the Lizard


You: I was done with human life. I worked a dead in job, no chance for advancement. All life was was bills, work, sleep, eat, more bills. No better than an animal life to begin with. So this is where I find myself: in the middle of a field with a Falconer claiming to be able to give me just that, the life of an animal.


Falconer: I’m what you call a trainer. People call me to help them solve their problems, usually life and I train those problems away. How does that make any sense? Simple, I train people to not be the people they were. Then their problems seem much more small. In this case I was training a young man to be a hawk.


You: “So, shall we get on with this load of hogwash? How is it even possible to give someone the life of animal?” I scoff. This sort of stuff was fantasy, but maybe just playing it out would ease the worries.


Falconer: “Well what do you want to know?” I asked. “It’s possible but you won't care after I’m done. You’ll be a bit bird brained.”


You: I pull up the classic meme on my phone of the owl looking surprised and show it to him. “Oh rly? What, are you going to wiggle your fingers and poof, bird?”


Falconer: “Not at all. I’m going to use this.” I pulled out a pendulum. “Then I’ll wiggle my fingers and poof you into a bird.”


You: I turn to leave. “Poof transformations are so boring. I’ve seen plenty of them. On second human the next an animal. Even if it were possible to become an animal, which it's not, I wouldn’t want to change instantly.”


Falconer: “And I can do this” I snapped my fingers.


You: I stop at the sound. “What was that?”


Falconer: “Try moving”


You: I try to move my arms, legs, anything. “I can’t.”


Falconer: “How long do you think you’ve been here?”


You: “A few minutes, long enough to know that this is silly so far.” I say with a laugh.


Falconer: “Funny little birdy thinks he’s been here a few minutes.” I laughed. “Try an hour.”


You: I look at my watch. “Whoa...I could have sworn I got here five minutes ago.”


Falconer: “Do something else for me.” I said. “Focus on your speech. Are you speaking English right now?”


You: “Ha. You really think this is going to work don’t you? Fine, I’ll play along. If I lose my speech already it’s not going to make this a very fun exchange.”


Falconer: “Focus on what you’re saying” I said. “I told you I’d give you a full experience, this is merely a demonstration. Now focus.”


You: “Ummm...Focusing...uh...I’m focusing on saying I’m focusing. This is silly. Tsssseeeeerrrrr!” I cough a bit.


Falconer: “You do know you’re screeching right now right?” I asked. “Or trying too, you don’t know it and there's no point in doing a TF like this if you’re not aware. We’re going to start over once you acknowledge one thing.”


You: I stand frozen. “I just made a hawk noise...a real one. Can you really do this?”


Falconer: I snapped my fingers twice. “All the hypnotic commands I put into your mind are now gone. I promise you that. This was a demonstration.” I smiled. “Are you ready to see the full effect?”


You: “You can really give me what I want?” I ask, starting to get excited. “A full transformation into an animal, with complete mental change?”


Falconer: “The demonstration I gave was designed so you’d be unaware of it.” I said. “Do you want to be aware of your changes?”


You: I start to get into it, hoping this is real. “Hmmm...what would you suggest?”


Falconer: “I make no suggestions.” I said. “I leave it up to you. It’s on your head pretty little birdy.”


You: “Can we have a mix? I liked that my speech broke into an animal noise without me knowing, but it would be fun to feel the changes too...if you can really do them of course. Hypnosis into making animal noises is one thing, but actual physical change is something else entirely.”


Falconer: “That’s easy enough.” I grinned. “Shall we get started?”


You: I laugh. “Sure, I came all this way, might as well see what you got.”


Falconer: Well then watch this.” I lifted up the pendulum and swung it back and forth. “Watch the birdie.”


You: My eyes lock on the pendulum. “It’s so beautiful!”


Falconer: “Doesn’t it just entrench your mind?” I asked. “Don’t you just want to look at it forever?”


You: “Are you kidding? I’m never looking away!”


Falconer: “And you’re a very good hawk for that.” I said. “It’s amazing how much you like being a hawk isn’t it?”


You: “A red-tailed hawk. So fast...so strong.” I say, hanging on the Falconer’s every word.


Falconer: You like being a hawk.” I said. “And you’ll be a good hawk for me won't you?”


You: “You’ll never want to use those peregrine falcons again. They think they are so cool with their speed. I’m smarter!”


Falconer: “Smarter than any human. Would you agree?”


You: “Not smarter than you though!”


Falconer: “No one is smarter than me.” I said. “Now…” I gave him a series of commands, to change his mind and his body very slowly. I wanted him out of the trance when it happened, I wanted him to experience this. “Do you understand?”


You: I nodded. “But will I still feel the instincts creeping in? I want to feel like an animal as I change!” I say excitedly. This is real...I can’t believe it!!!


Falconer: “Yes you will.” I promised. “Now when I snap my fingers you will emerge. Ready?”


You: I nod.


Falconer: I snapped my fingers. “Hello you.”


You: I jump up and down. “This is real! I can’t believe it!”


Falconer: “You’ve not changed yet.” I said. “I put some commands into your brain, to activate as you go on.”


You: “I doesn’t matter. You made me think I was a red-tailed hawk. That was so intense...intense enough to know that this isn’t some silly trick.”


Falconer: “But you aren’t changed yet.” I said. “You will quite soon though..”


You: I smile. “I know. I can’t wait to lose my mind to the changes...to be an animal, forever!”


Falconer: “Walk about this field some.” I said. “See how it looks to your new mind. What do you see?”


You: I feel an alien sensation in my mind. “I see my territory. This field would be excellent for mice, voles, and other juicy rodents.” I look at a lone tree in the center and point. “That tree would give me a great view of the entire field.”


Falconer: “Then get into it.” I said.


You: I try to climb the tree, but there are no handholds. “I can’t.” I say, the tiny hawk portion of my brain sad.


Falconer: “What’s the matter?” I asked.


You: “I can’t climb the tree.”


Falconer: “You know, you’re right.” I said. “A human can’t get up there, a hawk could. But you’re too human not enough hawk...so the only solution is to make you more of a hawk.”


You: “That’s why I’m here. I can feel part of my mind simpler than the rest. Part of my brain is definitely hawk!”


Falconer: “But what part of your body is?” I asked. “Look off in the distance. What do you see?”


You: “I see the mountain covered in green trees. But not much else.”


Falconer: “Sure you do. You can see the details of the trees.”


You: I strain my eyes, and tried to blink only to find I can’t. Suddenly things on the mountain come into laser focus. “Whoa! I can see every little detail! Every little helpless squirrel!” I say licking my lips.


Falconer: Even I was a little amazed as his eyes lightened into that particular shade of gold. I’ve seen it many times but it makes me smile each time.


You: “I have hawk eyes don’t I?” I say. “I can’t blink.”


Falconer: “That’s perfectly normal. You’re used to it.”


You: I move to a puddle and stare in wonder. Two lidless, bright gold eyes with a circular black pupil stare back at me. It was a very piercing gaze. “I have the eyes of a bird...this is really happening.” I say reverently.


Falconer: “Do you not want it to?” I asked. “I rather like your eyes.”


You: “Of course I want it! I can see everything!”


Falconer: “Very good.” I smiled. “What next though?”


You: “You are the Falconer, train me. It’s not the other way around.” I laugh.


Falconer: “If I could sew your eyes shut I would.” I said. “But no way to do that.”


You: “I’d like to feel some animal instincts seeping in.” I say, fully believing this hypnotic Falconer could do what he said now.


Falconer: “I bet you would” I glanced over his shoulder. “I believe we have a visitor here.”


You: I look back to see a female red tailed hawk perched on the middle tree. “Oh wow, she is beautiful.”


Falconer: The female let out a screech. I could see my friend wanting to respond. “You want to fly at her don’t you?”


You: I ignore the human and flap my arms. “Tseeeeer!” I call back. I then rub my throat. “That hurt.”


Falconer: “You’re still human don’t you know?”


You: “I forgot for a moment. The screech came out so easily, but it hurt my throat.” I rub it again and try to screech to the hawk. “Ow….My vocal cords aren’t made for making that noise. Can you help?”


Falconer: “Keep rubbing.” I said. “Slowly, back and forth, keep it going. Does that feel good?”


You: I rub my throat gently, and try to make the noise but it still hurts. “You are my trainer, can you do it? Maybe that will help.”


Falconer: I was waiting. You need to accept me. I began to rub my friend’s throat, under the chin. Slowly, back and forth.


You: I lean into his rubbing. “Oh..that feels good...chirp!” I look at the Falconer in surprise.


Falconer: “Feels good doesn’t it?” I asked, rubbing around his neck.


You: “Oh...it does. Screeeech!” I chirp in surprise. “That sounded real!”


Falconer: “It is real. And it can’t be undone.” I said. “You do know that right?”


You: “You mean if I continue, I’ll be a hawk...forever?”


Falconer: “And forever and forever. You will have wings, feathers and a beak. You will think you were hatched from an egg and will eat rats. You will be a hawk.”


You: “I’ll have no memory of being human, at all? I’ll lose myself completely to the animal instincts?”


Falconer: “Yes you will.” I said. “And...are you grinning?”


You: “Yes...I want to be an animal. I want to live on instinct.”


Falconer: “Do you notice your grin is pushing out some, like an arrow?”


You: I open and close my lips, they clack together slightly. “My beak!”


Falconer: “Yes it is. You can feel it growing to a point, the top even growing over the bottom can’t you?”


You: I put my hands to my hard lips and feel them pushing into my hands, smooth, with a ripping edge at the end. I run over to the puddle...and fall to my butt at the sight of a perfect hawk beak where my mouth used to be.


Falconer: “How is that?”


You: “I don’t know what to say...I said I wanted to be an animal, but now that I see a beak on my face...it feels so alien..I’m not so sure.” I say, my voice whistling a bit through the holes that have become my nose.


Falconer: “You can’t change back though.” I said. “You’ll be a hawk, either in part or full.”


You: “I chose this...Look. One thing will make me feel better.” I point to the female, watching the spectacle. “Will I get to be with her?”


Falconer:”If you prove yourself a worthy mate.” I said. “She’s a big strong female isn’t she?”


You: A tingle runs through my brain. “Yes...she is bigger than me.” I shake my head. “Wait, no she isn’t.”


Falconer: “Sure she is. You need a big strong female. One who will bare good eggs. Don’t you want one?”


You: My thoughts flash to two hawks building a nest. “She would give me strong hawklets…”


Falconer: “And you want to be a good father right?”


You: I stand up straight, suddenly filled with confidence. “I do.”


Falconer: “Then let’s discuss. Pretty birdy, what will make you a good hawk?”


You: My thoughts go right to the female. “A strong female to share the rest of my life with.” For a moment I marvel at the completely animal thought. This was so surreal.


Falconer: “Yes but what will she want in you?” I cocked my head. “All that ugly human hair on your head.”


You: I look up at her, she isn’t even glancing at me. “I need...what do I need?” I look to the Falconer expectantly.


Falconer: “Isn’t human hair ugly?”


You: I look at the Falconer's hair. “It’s so oily...flimsy. Ewww.”


Falconer: “And yet you still have it.” I clucked my tongue. “Nothing good can come from that can it?”


You: I run my hands through my black hair. “No. How can I get rid of it?”


Falconer: I ran my hand through, then yanked a handful out.


You: “OW!” I cry as the hair comes loose. “Really!?”


Falconer: “Well you can do so yourself but I’ll get it done faster.” I said.


You: “I trust you.” I say earnestly, not knowing where that thought came from.


Falconer: “I want you to be the best hawk you can.” I resume removing hair, this time much gentler. As I do, new developments began. Short brown feathers growing out of the skull, blanketing his head.


You: “It itches.” I reach up to scratch as the Falconer continues to rub my head.


Falconer: I grab your hand. “Stop. I’ve made a few…” I brush the top of your hand against your feathers, “A few changes.”


You: I run my hands through my hair. “What...What happened!?”


Falconer: “Feathers my dear bird. Feathers. Do you like them?”


You: I feel each shaft. Indeed my head of hair had been replaced by a head of smooth, sleek feathers. “That doesn’t matter...does she like them?”


Falconer: “She’s watching you.” I said. “It should be obvious to all involved she does.”


You: I rub my hands over the feathers again. I look up at the female, but she looks away when she meets my gaze. “What’s wrong?”


Falconer: “Aside from the hands, legs and lack of feathers else where?” I asked. “Or do those count as something wrong?”


You: I don’t hear him. “She is ignoring me again! Tssssseeeeerrrr!” I screech. But still she doesn’t look.


Falconer: “She’s a big strong female. You have to fight for her attention.”


You: “But how!?” I cry, genuinely wanting her now.


Falconer: “Fly at her and screech.” I said. “That’s what a good hawk does. IF you were a good hawk of course.”


You: “I am a good hawk!” I say indignantly.


Falconer: “Without more feathers? Without wings? Please.”


You: I rip off my shirt. “I have feathers! See!?” I say, puffing out my bare chest.


Falconer: “No but you’re about to.” I said as feathers sprouted from his skin. They rushed across his chest and up the back of his neck, connecting to his head. They poofed out some to give him more size.


You: I puff out my feathers. “See! I told you!” I say angrily as my head starts turning this way and that jerkily.


Falconer: “Yes you did.” I said, massaging your head. “You told me very well and now I’m rewarding you.” I pulled and prodded until my friends’ head began to reshape. Into something more fitting, more avian. A hawk’s head.


You: “Tseeeeeer!” I screech. The female looks down at me with a look that I can recognize as surprise. She almost flies down to me but chirps and looks away again. I look to my Falconer. “She still isn’t coming down! Can you help?”


Falconer: “If she’s not coming down what does that mean?”


You: “I don’t know...getting hard to think.”


Falconer: “Simple. You have to go to her.”


You: I flap my arms, but I stay on the ground. “I can’t fly!” I say, beginning to panic.


Falconer: “You can’t yet you mean. In time you will.”


You: I look up to the Falconer with admiration. “I’m glad I found you!” I say, grateful for his encouragement.


Falconer: “I know. Tell me, are you truly ready to give it up? Your humanity? Your old way of living? It won't come back”


You: “Humanity?” I ask curiously.


Falconer: “You don’t remember...how did we meet?”


You: “I can’t remember that either.” cocking my head in a very bird-like way.


Falconer: “Do you remember your...hatching?”


You: “Hatching??” I say, head still cocked. “Honestly, I don’t remember much of anything right now.” I ruffle the feathers above my pants in annoyance.


Falconer: “But you would agree with me, you are a hawk from birth?”
You: I think hard. Images come to my mind...breaking out of an egg, my mother feeding me a tiny mouse. I give a screech. “I remember!!!!”


Falconer: “Good job. Now look at yourself, what’s wrong?”


You: I’m suddenly very unsure of myself. “Wait...I hatched from an egg?”


Falconer: “That’s what your memories say right?”


You: “My memories are fuzzy.” I say, cocking my head. “On one hand I see my mother and father looking over a crib...but on the other I’m in a nest with a hawk looking down at me.”


Falconer: I frowned. “A nest? And what else?”


You: “I see a cracked egg, and the hawk is preening my feathers….no wait, my parents are driving me home and feeding me for the first time.” I shake my head, confused.


Falconer: “What do you remember after that?” I asked.


You: “The hawk is trying to push me out of the nest, to learn to fly...but I’m not ready yet.” I think hard. “I can’t remember anything else about the other parents.”


Falconer: “What are you ready for?”


You: “Right now, I’m hungry. But I’m so far away from anyone that could feed me.” I say as I shrink a little more. The female screeched.


Falconer: Do you think she could feed you?” I asked


You: I look at the female curiously. “She looks a lot like the hawk I saw in my split memories.”


Falconer: “Screech to her”


You: I do as my kind trainer instructs, but it's a high pitched chirp more than a screech. I itch at my chest under my shirt as she suddenly flies off. “Where she go?” I ask, not realizing my voice has gotten very childish.


Falconer: “Look up.” I said, pointing to the hawk going toward her stoop.


You: I watch in admiration as she falls upon something in the field. Suddenly I start itching madly at my shirt. I feel like it's puffing out.


Falconer: “Here I can help.” I offer, trying to remove your shirt.
You: “Thank you!” I say gratefully and let him remove it. “Whoa! My chest!” It was covered with white and brown feathers. I itched as I felt them slide around my back and connect with my head.


Falconer: “Do you like?” I asked.


You: Confusion began to clear. “My mommy is coming back!” I chirp excitedly as she comes back with a dead snake. She hovers above me and I open my beak expectantly. She drops the snake in and I swallow it happily. As I do I give a chirp of pain as something presses into my pants.


Falconer: “What the hell…” I was mystified. I planned to make him a hawk, I didn’t plan on this. “Your pants are a constriction aren’t they?”


You: “They are.” Another chirp escapes my beak as something fills the back of my pants.


Falconer: I pulled down his soon to be useless pants. “How is that?”


You: I fan my new tail feathers happily. “Much...better.” Now a pain follows in my shoes. A loud chirp erupts from my beak.


Falconer: “Oy vey…” I scratch my head. “Uh your feet are changing into talons and...I don’t know how to get your shoes off because talons don’t come out easily.”


You: The female hawk lands beside me and I realize how much I have shrank. My feathery body is barely taller than her, I could only be about 2 feet tall. Suddenly I give shriek of pain as I feel my feet being bent in my shoes.


Falconer: “Hold on let me help.” I pulled out a pocket knife. “It’s a good thing you have talons.” I began to cut.


You: I feel my feet flexing, and finally they flex once more and burst free revealing small talons. I look up at the large human inquisitively.


Falconer: ... Well that’s one way to get rid of the shoes.” I said. I pulled the leather scraps off his talons.


You: I fold up my arms to my sides. “Arms...hurt...rub?” I say in a tiny voice as I now am less than a foot tall.


Falconer: “I got ya.” I began to rub them, initiating the last changes. “How is that?”


You: I feel them flattening and stretching. I flap my new wings experimentally. I look up to the human and try to speak, but only a chirp comes out.


Falconer: “You’re welcome.” I took a step back. Do not get between a mamma bird and her hatchling.


You: I look up to my mother and chirp happily, the big hawk preens some of my head feathers then looks to the Falconer, then to me, then up to the nest.


Falconer: “You want me to lift you up? You do know humans aren’t supposed to do that right?”


You: I give a chirp to the human and my mother watches silently before flying up to the nest. I begin to call for her, but she doesn’t come down.


Falconer: “I guess you’re still a little human.” I mumble, scooping you up. I deposited my friend in his new home. “Be a good hawk.”


You: I can’t understand the human’s words, but before I can wonder at it, my mother lands in the nest and drapes a wing over me. Covered in the warm feather tent, I quickly fall asleep.


Falconer: I watched my friend in silence, I let him sleep. Their is nothing human left. He is a hawk. He is born and will die a hawk. And his mother will protect him. Better than the life he had I suppose.


I left them there and headed out, time to find new people to help.