The Contractor- Cock TF

"Argh...Why can't I solve this problem?!" a student named Jeremy complained, holding his head. It was almost like his algebra work was laughing at him. A problem with two variables was hard enough with concrete numbers to work with. Removing numerals and leaving only plus signs and letters made the paper look like alphabet soup to him.

Jeremy was nothing special to look at. Although moderately intelligent, he was toothpick-thin in build. He watched the jocks with envy; like most males, he was pressured, constantly, to get a girlfriend, and yet he wasn't the sort of man that women flocked to. Women, it seemed, wanted brawn, not brains!

His lady problems had culminated with his studies at the worst possible time: Next week was finals, but it was also the week of the prom! It was a choice between boning up his algebra or boning up his little friend.

Chicks did like that last one, right?

The teen sighed before finally muttering, "Man, if I can't find X and Y, how can I pass my finals or get a date? Wish someone would help me with this stuff." He slumped into his desk chair, the blazingly-bright desk light shining onto his short, tawny hair.

Almost as if the heavens were responding, a papercut seared Jeremy's neck. Reaching back to look at the source of his new wound, he found a business card that read thusly:

"The Contractor: Granting wishes since, well, I've been working for a VERY long time!"

"'The Contractor?'" Jeremy wondered aloud.

"That's me, boy!" a smooth, masculine voice called. Jeremy turned to see a spikey-haired, middle-aged man behind him. Oddly, he had been expecting to see a businessman; instead, the brown-haired wish granter looked more like someone he could meet on the street.

"How did you get in? I mean, aren't there laws about breaking and entering?" Jeremy couldn't help but inquire, eyes wide with shock.

"Hmm..." With a smile, The Contractor tapped on Jeremy's window. "Nope...nothing broken here, son!"

Jeremy began to wonder if this man even knew what breaking and entering was...or if he knew what laws were, period.

"I was in the neeiiighborhood," The Contractor began, putting extra stress on the 'neigh' for reasons that Jeremy wasn't sure he wanted to know. "I couldn't help but overhear your cry for luck with the ladies. Sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you with math. I'm not very good at that, myself!"

Jeremy laughed weakly. This man was weird...maybe he really could grant wishes.

"Yeah," Jeremy finally said, "luck with chicks would be great." Did having spiked hair help? Should he just get a lot of gel and go nuts with it?

"Oh, that's no problem at all," The Contractor assured. With a snap of his fingers and a grin, a piece of parchment appeared in his right hand. Hidden within it was a click-on pen with a smiley face on top, an item that the man was careful to extract before unfurling the document.

"Do I just...have to sign this?" Jeremy asked while the file joined the algebra homework on his desk.

"Yes, yes!" The Contractor beamed, flashing a winning smile. "All you have to do is SIGN!"

Jeremy looked over the document carefully. He could make out "The signer of this contract hereby takes all responsibility for the terms of this contract," to "The signer shall forever be lucky with members of the opposite sex." Beyond that, the text got smaller and smaller; by the end, he doubted that even the most learned librarian could discern the words.

With a gulp, Jeremy asked for the pen, and signed his name. The Contractor quickly took the pen back; Jeremy couldn't help but overhear "aren't you a good smiley pen? Yes you are!" when he received the item.

It only took a second for Jeremy to feel a jolt in his pants. But something was odd...it didn't feel like he was getting more virile...

The Contractor smirked as Jeremy looked in his pants to see exactly what was happening to his genitalia.

"Wh-whaaatt?!" the student exclaimed. His little friend was all but gone, as were his family jewels.

"Oh, didn't you read the contract?" the wish-granter teased as Jeremy felt his fingers begin to merge into flattened, fleshy paddles. "Birds don't have external machinery like mammals do."

"Ba-gawk!" Jeremy...cawked? He tried talking again; not only was his speech gone, but his teeth were beginning to feel gritty, almost like he was rubbing fingernails together.

Pain wreaked his shrinking body as quills poked through Jeremy's pink skin. The sheaths quickly fell off, revealing soft feathers of rusty red. As the former schoolboy wriggled his way out of his oversized clothes, more quills were shed, revealing the long, flattened feathers that would enable flight on his deformed forelimbs. A nub developed at the base of his spine, yielding curved, glossy tailfeathers.

Now only about the size of a toddler, Jeremy watched through surprisingly clear, flickering vision as his lower digits fused into what he could only call talons. A cluck sounded throughout the room when one of his toes moved to the back, developing a curved claw. His baby toes, indeed like a baby's at this size, was swallowed by the scaly skin of the toe next to them while his ankles extended, each ending in a long spur.

"Cluck...Baawwk..." Jeremy tried to say "turn me back." With his newly-extended neck, he made a grab for the pen with his mouth, but The Contractor hastily pulled it away.

"Ah, ah, ah," the wish granter mock-scolded as a scarlet crest of flesh began to form on Jeremy's head. "You take all responsibility, remember? Surely you read that!" The crest was soon accompanied by the growth of two fleshy, reddish growths on Jeremy's increasingly avian face.

Instinctively, Jeremy had fluffed his feathers like a real rooster at the bizarre man before him. The frustration didn't ebb when his semi-humanoid mouth was forced open by the growth of a pointed, off-yellow beak from between his warped lips. Now a full rooster, Jeremy angrily pecked at The Contractor's shoe.

"Don't you worry, you'll be on the farm soon. Then you'll get lots of chicks, just like you wanted!"