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My Chicken
Janet L. Stickney
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I was just sitting there on my nest when it came out. I had layed an egg!
Shocked, I stood up and looked at it, seeing that it was indeed an egg, a
very real egg! I sat down again and spread my wings a bit to protect it,
and never moved until I felt movement, which somehow felt very natural.
Then the egg hatched! Laying an egg, was way out there, but then having
it hatch? Now that was really out there! The chick screamed at me until I
let it out a bit and it ate some seeds. Shocked I wondered what the hell
was going on, but had no way to ask. My voice inhibitor only let me cluck
like a chicken, and I was living inside the coop. Food, water, laying
eggs and elimination was my life as a chicken.
Finally she came in, checked the chick, and smiled at me.
"Very nice! The chick is growing nicely. You did well! But now you need
to be inseminated again so you can have more eggs. Let me help you down."
I had no choice as she picked me up and set me on the ground. I looked
around, then saw him. The rooster. As soon as he saw me he ran right at
me, which is when she grabbed me and held me so the rooster could take
me, and after he was done she let me run free. As a chicken created by my
wife, I could not quite fly, I know, I tried, and while I could run, the
rooster was always faster. I finally gave up and let him take me again.
Later I made my way back to my nest and just sat there, wondering just
how in the hell had I layed an egg!
About four days later it happened again. I had layed another egg, and
after it hatched a few days later she once again came in and took it.
That became my routine. The rooster would take me, and a few days later I
would lay an egg after which she would take the chick.
She had me out in the yard, and finally told me what was happening.
"You and I both know that you like being a chicken, so, every time the
male takes you, I put you out and insert a live egg in a pouch that is
within your body. You keep the egg warm and as bird, you are not only the
right size, but you are perfectly suited to lay eggs and raise the
chicks! We have an understanding with a farm that raises Ostriches and
Emus. They give us the eggs to hatch because if they keep taking them
from their birds, their birds keep laying them. They make money, we make
money, and you get to be the chicken you want to be! Its perfect!"
And that was my entire life. By my own choice I had become a chicken, and
although I like it, I wasn't given the choice to lay eggs or not. The
chicken suit I was wearing was all white, and made of real feathers,
which is why I do not actually molt, I just lose feathers over time.
Then, without any explanation, she told me she was making some
improvements, not what they were, and put me out.
Her chicken suit was showing signs of wear, so after we put her out, we
carefully stripped it off, including that thin latex suit she wore to
protect her skin. After abrading the skin, our doctors performed the
surgery to make her not only a real female, but a more complete hen,
fixing it so that she would have a better stance, one that was not forced
but much more natural, more like a real chicken, and when they were done
she would be able to take the male roosters just like a normal female
chicken. Then, after she healed up, which was a bit more than a year
after the surgeries, we carefully fitted the new inner skin. It is the
all new breathable latex, so thin you could read through it. Then came
the tedious task of fitting the new chicken suit. It was very expensive,
but it should last a lot longer than the last one, and as a plus for her
we strengthened her arms which were reconfigured so she could fly a bit.
The voice inhibitor we had used previously was replaced with a newer,
smaller one that would be more comfortable and still let her sound like a
chicken. We also reformed her legs so that she now has thighs, and her
clawed feet look so much more normal. With the reformation of her stance,
walking and running will be much easier for her.
It took us almost a month to get her into the new suit with the new head
piece, complete with the new and much sharper beak that looks much more
normal. She can now open her mouth wider and eat better, but as always,
she can still only cluck like a chicken. The new birth canal can hold
three eggs and follows from her abdomen to exit between her legs, just
like on a normal chicken, and is made to function by her using her own
muscles. Since she loves that fact that she can lay eggs, she will be
able to control it herself although it will take a bit of getting used to
it, I'm sure that she'll manage. It's perfect. After she was completely
healed, I tagged her wing, and set her free in the yard. She is much
smaller than before, but still slightly larger than a Jersey Giant, and
now stands about thirty inches tall, and looks perfect. At a glance you
would not think she is anything but what she seems to be. We plan on
taking her to the annual county fair in two weeks along with her mate the
rooster.
Once she was back on the farm we set her free and she ran around the
yard, obviously pleased that she could run better, but normalcy being
what it is, she went back into the coop, sat on her nest and pecked at
her seed dish. The next day she was down in the yard and the rooster took
her again. Because she is now a properly equipped female, I think the two
of them were surprised at how that felt. In any case, she did not pull
away from him like usual. That night she seemed restless, and in the
morning she gave us another egg. Her life was back to normal.
It all started when he became fascinated with the way birds mated and
laid their eggs. He had videos that he watched in slow motion so many
times that I finally, in a joking manner, asked him if he wanted to try
being a bird, and he totally shocked me when he said yes! Then we had to
decide what kind of bird, Obviously the raptors were out, as were the
song birds, which left us looking a bigger birds. Like Emus and
Ostriches, then we saw that some chickens can get quite large with
several breeds very large, and decided that he could try being a chicken.
After that we worked out ways to leave him on two feet without falling
over. It turned out to be quite simple. He bent at the waist and I used a
wide strap that I could tighten under his thighs and across his back. He
could still walk around, and he told me that it wasn't uncomfortable, so
we made a cast of him like that. We sent away for a custom made chicken
suit molded to the cast we sent, insisting on real feathers and the
ability to flap his wings. It took months.
During the time we waited he would spend hours trussed up in his chicken
stance so he could get used to it. We even talked about what we would do
once he was in the chicken suit. He had not thought that far ahead, but I
had the perfect solution, and once I told him what I was thinking, he
quickly agreed to it! My friend Sally has a small farm outside of town,
so once he is in the suit I'll take him there and set him free. I did not
mention that he would be there maybe longer than the three weeks we
discussed. My guess was that because of the way he is reacting to
everything, as much as he likes it, he will be there for a very long time
if not forever. He was not awake when the new suit was fitted to him ,
but once we had the new suit it took the doctors and I all day to get him
into it, and make sure that he was comfortable. He once again wore the
skin tight latex bodysuit to protect his skin, and he wore the new leg
coverings. Once that was done the chicken suit went on fairly easily,
then, I added the voice inhibitor and the doctor gave him the wake up
shot.
He started clucking right away, but I merely slipped on the head piece
and made it secure. He looked and sounded just like a chicken! White
feathers with yellowish legs, five toed feet and a yellow beak. Once I
had him back home he tried to fly, but he did not have the strength yet,
although he was able to flap his wings quite well. I set out the seed
dishes and set up the water drip in the back yard, and let him outside.
All I could do was close the door and watch. He walked around the yard
several times before he managed to use the water drip, then he tried to
eat the seeds. His beak was very sharp and moved normally as it was
attached to his chin and upper jaw.
I left him that way for a few days, keeping him in the backyard while I
set up the party. I invited all of our friends and ordered fried chicken
by the buckets. They tried to catch him but he managed to get away every
time, and once they found out who it was they tried to feed him some of
the chicken I ordered. He refused to eat it and kept in the far part of
the yard. He really had no choice as to what I would do, and I simply
told him that he was going back to my friends farm the next day.
The next day I rented a small trailer and took him to my friends farm and
set him free in the yard. She had several real chickens there. After a
few moments, he tried to walk around like they did, eat the gravel they
did, and he tried once again to fly like they did. He did get off the
ground once. I simply left him there. He wanted to be a chicken, and now
he is one. By my agreement with Sally, he will be here for at least three
weeks. This is where my chicken lives now, as a laying hen. Then Sally
found a group on line that liked some of the same things, and she managed
to find two more chickens that were just like my chicken, and one
rooster. The coop was made larger, and my friend quickly had ten hens and
three roosters. The first chick that my chicken had hatched out was an
ostrich.
I keep using the feminine terms because all hens are female, and after
the surgery she is too. As a hen she is completely liable to be mated,
and the roosters on the farm take the females on a somewhat regular
schedule, and all the hens are hatching chicks. Due to her size, my hen
is hatching ostriches, which is just fine. She raises them until they can
walk then we take them. She will always live on the farm as I cannot have
farm animals in the city, and while I visit once in a while, she has
never shown any recognition to me. She has been totally reconfigured as a
chicken, both mentally as well as physically.
At the state fair they let me show her as a new breed along with two of
the roosters, and she even layed an egg while she was on stage! She won
first place as a new breed. We took her back to the farm and set her
free, watching as one of the roosters took her. She simply walked around
the yard for a while then retreated to her nest. Day after day she was
tending her eggs or walking around, the perfect hen. I never spoke to her
although she could understand us. For myself it all started as a game,
but now it has evolved into a lifestyle. For her, after her surgeries,
there will not be anything beyond the farm.
That was her life for eight long years, and as the days went on she
became more and more like a real chicken and had slowly evolved into
nothing more. It is very hard to tell, but she seemed content. Yet like
all birds she did not like the thunder or the lightning, always staying
on her nest during a storm. Sally told me that she had started rebuilding
her nest and was gathering material when it happened. She was attacked in
broad daylight by a pack of coyotes. She had wandered away from the coop
and was too far away for the dogs to save her. She was bleeding badly
from her throat, and the only way to fix it was to strip off the chicken
suit, but before we did that, Sally asked her. She could still understand
her, so....
"We have to remove the suit Clara. It's the only way to fix you up."
The slow shake of her head no said it all. She was going to die as a
chicken. She kept laying eggs, then the infections took hold. It took
about a month for the infections to take her.
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