Zoe got up from her bed and approached the mirror. She wiped some of the smudged makeup off her face with the back of her gloved hand. The pain from her back had all but completely subsided. She looked delicate and defiant standing in front of her bedroom mirror clad only in her baggy skater pants and fingerless gloves. The transformation had left her torso bare, and her eyes were drawn momentarily to her teenage breasts, her pink nipples stiffening in the cool air.
Zoe scolded herself for being distracted by her little tits when she had two large grey bat wings draped behind her like a cape. They were definitely a part of her body, the slightest thought would set them into action, no different than her arms or legs. She experimentally started spreading them out as far as she could, however they reached the ends of her small bedroom before she could expand them fully. She estimated her total wingspan must be about twenty feet. She pulled the right wing around in front of herself and touched it. It was a strange sensation brushing the leathery wing with her fingertips while simultaneously feeling her fingers as they grazed the membrane of her new appendage.
The wings were supported by dark grey bones covered with fine hair. The wings themselves had a texture not entirely unlike her own skin. Hairless and maybe a little pink. They weren't as soft or as sensitive as her own skin, but when she extended them they became translucent to the point where she could almost make out her veins. She pulled them in as far as she could against her back. Folded like that she wasn't in danger of knocking over any lamps, but they were still clearly there, sticking out over her shoulders and falling about a foot short of scraping the ground as she walked. At that point she noticed something odd about the tips of the wings over her shoulders. There were little clawed fingers, just like a bat. She found she could grip a piece of paper or a pencil with them, but the dexterity was nowhere near as good as her human hands. She shuddered as she realized that if she had worded the wish differently, these things would be her hands, just like on a real bat.
She stood in front of the mirror for what seemed like forever, trying different poses. She noticed her shoulder and back were just a touch wider and a bit more muscular to compensate for dragging a pair of ten foot wings around. She decided she looked kind of sexy with her arms demurely folded over her breasts and her wings spread out behind her. Then she tried wrapping her wings around herself like she'd seen real bats do at the zoo. She found that she could do it very easily and it just looked like she was wearing a really wicked looking cloak around her shoulders.
It was at this point she realized that she was going to have a hard time getting all new clothes with wing holes in them. For the moment she improvised. She was able to get a lacy black bra on by working the straps around her wings. She was worried at first but soon found the wings were not as delicate as they appeared. It was a little uncomfortable but she could live with it. Then she took one of her black tank tops and cut the back down the middle. She then slipped it on and tied the loose ends back together above and below her wings.
Zoe re-applied her makeup and congratulated herself on a job well done. She looked almost completely sub-human again. She then grabbed the rock and stuffed it in her black shoulder bag. She folded her wings up, cloak style. A wicked smile crossed her face as she opened her door to go downstairs. She hoped the sight of her daughter didn't shock her mother into premature labor.
