Red

When my senses fade in, I'm looking up at a canopy of purple circular leaves held up by red branches. I sit up, and find I know exactly how to use my new body: It doesn't feel awkward. I examine myself: Hands look human enough… dark brown skin, four fingers and a thumb on each hand, definitely feminine: My elbow and shoulder are similarly quite human. I stretch my wings to look at them: Black feathers, quite massive. I stretch one wing out and feel when it touches a tree a good five feet away. I can't really see how they're connected,my neck doesn't turn that far. I stand up to get a better look: When fully extended, they're square-ish, about as tall as I am… the gliding wings of an eagle, not the speed wings of a falcon. Still… there's a reason no flying birds on Earth weigh more than about twenty kilos. How in the world can this body possibly fly?

I check out my feet (which requires bringing my leg all the way forward): They look very bird-like. Clawed tips, two large toes in front, one large talon in back, looking like thin hide over bone. My calves look like those of a normal human woman, my glutes… wow those are big. And jiggly. I slap one and feel the flesh ripple from one side to the i

other. And speaking of jiggle…

The elephants in the room: My new chest. These milk tanks are something out of fetish porn. Each is about half a meter in diameter, yet despite the mass, they're hanging high, as perky as an A cup on an eighteen year old. I heft one experimentally… hmm… feels nice from both sides… yeah, it's heavy. My back isn't complaining… how? I suppose as a Xenometric Android, I am in a designed body and probably have a cybernetic spine or something.

Milk beads at the tip when I touch the monster, and I shrug, bringing it to my mouth: The fleshy orbs are big and soft, so it works easily… and my knees buckle on contact. Oh, wow, that tap is more sensitive than my male member ever was.

…and there's nobody around…

…but my good sense tells me I have no idea how secure I am here. I take a breath, ignore the hollow sensation in my middle, and look around… ah, some old ruins. The basic structure is some kind of red stone. There's a lot of dents in the stone… they're patterned. Looks like they were carved at one point, but the roof caved in at some point in the past, and they're weathered to the point where nothing is readable. I mean, I know this place worshipped a **** deity somehow, but that's because I have literal divine knowledge.

So that was, what, ‘go towards the sun rising, and turn left when I hit the road?’ Okay, so I need to see the sun. I glance back at my wings, and up at the mostly still treetops: This should be easy enough. I climb up one of the bigger ‘trees’ (I did take Athletics and Acrobatics, and even switched them to my primary statistic, so I have a decent enough modifier that taking ten here is fine) and keep going until the plant starts complaining about my weight. I try not to think about the warm feeling spreading from between my thighs… spread my wings, and jump.

Ooh, flying is fun. Yes, the freedom of three dimensions is exhilarating. But I'm talking about the wind brushing by my super sensitive anatomy. I follow the sun for hours, feeling a constant light touch that just gets me progressively more warmed up, my massive milk makers swaying beneath me, dripping a white liquid onto the ground beneath, a warm liquid slowly trickling down my thighs as I keep them behind me. In this highly distracting body, I can be forgiven that it took a few hours to notice, right?