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When he took his first step, his new legs clumsily scraped against the stone floor. Crane lost his balance but reflexively threw his arms forward to steady himself… and immediately felt something wide and soft brush against his back and sides. These strange extensions from his arms moved on their own, touching his skin as if they had a life of their own.
"Is this some weird chick dressed in a ridiculous costume?" he thought, struggling to process what was happening. Yet something was clearly wrong.
Every step echoed with the weight in his chest, which swayed as if it had its own mind. "God, how the hell do you even move with these…" he muttered, feeling the soft heaviness threatening to pull him forward. His hips and butt — far larger than he was remotely comfortable with — shifted unpleasantly, dragging his center of gravity and making him sway awkwardly with each motion.
— What the hell is wrong with my legs? — he whispered, lowering his gaze. But the darkness made it hard to make out the sharp claws where his feet should have been, resembling bird talons. They scraped the stone with a harsh, unpleasant sound each time he moved. Their shape felt entirely unsuited for a human body. He tried to stand upright, but his center of gravity had shifted to his lower belly and hips. He had to bend slightly forward just to avoid toppling over.
At last, shuffling forward and making strange noises as his claws scratched the stone, he stumbled ahead, hunched in an awkward posture. The heavy wings of this "costume," as he still thought, hindered his movement, brushing against the walls and creating a constant, unpleasant rustling. He had to lift them slightly with his hands to keep them from dragging, but that only added to his clumsiness. The weight of his chest kept pulling his body off balance, and his now uncomfortably large, rounded buttocks swayed noticeably with each step, throwing him further off rhythm.
"This is the worst thing that could've happened!" he cursed inwardly, trying not to think about how ridiculous he must look right now.
Finally, a dim torchlight flickered ahead, and Crane felt a tight breath escape his chest. He quickened his pace, stumbling but desperate to move faster.
As he drew closer, he finally saw himself — and the thought flashed through his mind how strange it was to see his own body from the outside. His old body still lay slumped against the wall, motionless, faint shadows lingering under his eyes from exhaustion. Its face was relaxed, as if it were enjoying the best sleep of its life.