I walk off the stage with a mixture of exhaustion and excitement, which is normal after a long evening performing, it might leave me tired afterwards but I just love to sing, I always have, it's just part of who I am, I was born to sing.

I move down to the bar and the bartender passes me my usual post gig drink. As I take a refreshing sip a man sits next to me, I'd seen him in the crowd many times, I guess I have a fan, which is a strange feeling considering that I just perform in pubs, I suppose I should be happy about it.

"I loved your show tonight." I smile back at him politely.

"Thanks." He stares at me for an uncomfortably long time as of he doesn't know what else to say. Thankfully a friend of mine walks up to say hi.

"I'd better go, it was great meeting you." At this he hurriedly gets up and walks away, part of me feels relieved but I also feel slightly sorry for him but any thoughts about them quickly fade from my mind as I continue to drink and enjoy myself.

I awake to the bright sunlight as it shines through the window, not my window though and there seem to be thin gold bars blocking the view slightly. I feel my head resting against several of the firm bars and straighten in panic as my mind fully wakes up. Where the fuck am I? As I move my head I hear a strange noise like the rustling of feathers. As I move my head to look around I hear the noise again and also feel a slight weight on my head, as if I'm wearing a headpiece. Looking down my heart races in horror at my body, my feet are seemingly permanently crawled around a large pole that lays across the writh of the cage. My toes bent and unable to straighten and with what looks like long shiny gold claws on the ends of each toe, my feet themselves are also bent over the pole, as if naturally curved. Myblegs seem to be held in a bent position by a framed of thin golden metal, making my ass stick out and my body bent forwarw slightly. As I continue to look down at my body I see a small gold piece of metal covering my cock and a thin golden band wrapped tightly behind my balls, my cock inside feeling squished I quickly realise that I've been locked in chastity for some reason. As I go to touch the device I discover the most terrifying change to my body, my arms are covered in brightly coloured feathers, which reach from my upper arm all the way down to where my hands should be, only there's just feathers. I go into a panicked frenzy, the cage rattling and swaying slightly as fear and horror consumes my mind. Someone has cut of my hands!

I freeze as I see a man enter, the same one who said hello to me at the bar, my fan.

"Calm down my sweet little birdy." I glare at him with anger.

"Calm down?! Where are my fucking hands you creepy asshole?!" I feel a sudden shock ripple through my body and I wobble on my perch, my mutilated feet keeping me from falling.

"Don't be a rude birdy. I have implanted some shock devices over you body, avoiding you throat of course, we wouldn't want to harm your beautiful voice, then you couldn't be my songbird." I stare at him as I recover my breathing and gain better balance on my perch.

"Songbird? I'm not a bird you fucking lunatic!" Another wave of painful shock flow though my body causing my to cry out in pain. He smiles in response and moves to a sheet covering something on the wall and pulls it away revealing a large mirror.

"Oh really?" The caged creature in the reflection is barely recognisable. On its head is an ornate headpiece with large colourful feathers, its face is painted with makeup in bright markings matching the colours of the feathers around various facial features. Their arms are feathered wings, under the large colourful feathers small golden pins cover the piercings that keep the feathered sleeve attached tightly to the arms. It's crotch is nothing but a shiny gold nub and two balls and their legs are locked in a thin gold frame that keeps their legs bent and ends in the deformed clawed feet permanently gripping the bar they're perched on. Lost in shock and horror at my own reflection I do nothing but listen to my captor.

"I remember seeing you perform a while ago and I immediately feel in love with your beautiful voice, I came to see as many of your gigs as I could but it just wasn't enough, I wish I could hear you sing everyday. As I looked after my birds I realised something, maybe I could hear your wonderful voice everyday, just like i hear their's. So I came up with a plan, you were quite easy to kidnap after you got drunk and I took you to a private surgery, one that technically doesn't exist and the only questions it asks are in relation to your wallet. There I had several procedures done to you, your hands were removed to help turn them into wings, you toes and feet were broken and reshaped into gripping talons and the taming shocking devices were implanted under your skin in several places. Then came the rest of your transformation, like placing you legs into their frame, permanently attaching you wings and headpiece, painting your face with permanent makeup and locking your cock away in chastity, I won't my birdy to look pretty, not have a hard on sticking out." As I listen I just stare at my monstrous body, one that looks like something from a victorian freak show, as tears form in my eyes.

"Now then time to do what songbirds do, sing for me birdy." I stubbornly just look at him with my colourful lips clamped shut.

"I said sing!" I cry out as yet another round of brutal shocks erupts through my body. With fear in my voice I begin to sing, my greatest joy now a humiliating act that I must do to avoid punishment. As I perform for my owner he smiles, satisfied to have won, and listens to his songbird as he moves around the room doing tasks, while I'm trapped in my cage with nothing to do but sing and look at the creature in the mirror.

Epilogue:

I drink from the water bottle attached to the outside of my cage and eat from the small tray inside the cage. As I casually piss over my swollen and horny balls down onto the newspaper covered floor of the cage, I clear my throat and start to sing as the morning sun rises. The words to the songs I sing have lost all meaning over the years, I'm never allowed to talk and my owner never speaks to me, the only sounds I'm allowed to make is singing, be it the songs I knew before my capture or new ones I've learnt over the years, I don't even notice that I'm doing it sometimes.

I live my life trapped in this cage, my whole world hangs from the ceiling of a mad man's home, as I watch through the bars as the rest of the world move freely around. My only interaction with the world is when my owner changes my water, puts food in my tray and cleans the bottom of my cage, other than that I'm isolated in my own little world, one still reflected back at me in the mirror on the wall.

The caged creature I see in the mirror is something I recognise as myself, my mind barely thinking beyond more than basic recognition, dumbed down over the years of no interaction, no exercise and no stimulation and also from blocking out memories of my old life in order to cope with my new reality, leaving my mind almost like that of an animal, content with eating, drinking, sleeping and singing, unable to really imagine more to life. Every now and then I'm overcome with a mindless lust and hump the air and flap my wings slightly to balance myself as I sing in preverse dance but with no way to relieve myself. My owner finds the display entertaining, as do some of the guests he has shown me off to as the prize of his bird collection, and he views it as me being a bit energetic, after a few days it passes and I return to my more docile state. Other than that my life is the same existence everyday, wake up, eat, drink, piss, shit and sing until it's dark, either night time, when the lights switch off or when a cover is placed over my cage, and then I sleep, resting for the next day of singing when the sun rises.

I continue to sing my beautiful song, the only thing I can do to stop the mind numbing boredom of my existence and to prevent any punishment from my owner. I always thought that my life's purpose was to sing and now it truly is.