The transformation began sooner than I expected in the snarling city of chaos. The anthropomorphically altered residents filled the streets seeking to drink the milk of human kindness and grow strong from it. We laid low in darkened rooms yet the very air infected us and gave us cause to change.

She had always been a creature of the air and her transmogrification was subtle, blue feathers shivering in the dawn light. We kept our eyes averted from her, less her hunger take another form. We had other things to worry about.

The old man visibly sagged, as though his skin was just a bag for his bones. His animus was quite unappealing given form in the bleached light of day. I could only hope that my own alteration was more aesthetically pleasing but it wasn’t to be. Somewhat less than human I let out a howl of dismay, disappointed that I had grown older but no wiser.

In a dusty hovel in the mad metropolis we fought like cats and dogs and whatever. Discontent brewed deep in our hearts and anger spilled over onto the pavement. We were no better or worse than the others now and similarity breeds contempt and indifference. Shunned and mocked, it was time for us to leave with our tails between our legs.