Suzi and Penny gasped as their minds felt the bird’s bodies. Once they had full control, I decreased their own bodies senses. Apart from hearing and speaking, their sensory inputs and controls were now linked to the bird’s instead of their real bodies. “You can open your eyes now,” I said, while helping the twins lay the apparently sleeping girls down on their backs. “Oh my God,” Penny said. “Oh my God!” she repeated again. “Timmy! This is wonderful! I’m a little bird!” “Oh my God!” Penny said in a panic. “I’m going to fall!” “Penny, calm down. You’re a bird. If you fall off, you can FLY, Penny. FLY. That’s it. See? It’s natural.” “Ouch!” Penny said. “Well, I guess the landings aren’t so natural. Uhm, just be careful. The real owners will be upset if you bang up their bodies while they are, uhm, asleep.”
The girls spent two hours flying around, chasing each other, even tried eating a few worms they suddenly had a craving for. They also did some target practice, aiming for a rock in the lake, and releasing a glob of bird shit. I kept changing birds so they wouldn’t over work any of their borrowed bodies. The girls started rating the breeds of birds, and both had favorites for different categories. When I called it quits and restored their own bodies sensations, they had trouble readjusting to walking. They were still taking involuntary hops when we reached camp, causing them to draw some attention until it wore off over night.
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