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Hope seemed like any other girl,... until she started growing feathers!

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Chapter #3

The Doctor's Office

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Mom started taking me to Dr. Stroud shortly after I let her know it was officially time for me to start wearing training bras. Naturally, she was our first choice for who to see about this. I put on a different shirt, one that covered up my "problem area," if you know what I mean.

Dr. Stroud greeted me with a smile and a handshake. "Good to see you again, Hope," she said. "Any day now, I wouldn't be surprised if you got your first period."

"That happened yesterday," I replied. At least this visit could start with something normal.

"Congratulations," she said as she sat down. "So, what brings you in today?"

Mom squirmed. "Hope has an... unusual situation."

"May we have a definition for the word unusual?"

"I'm growing feathers."

She chuckled. "People don't grow feathers, Hope."

I took off my shirt.

The doctor's jaw dropped.

In the time between the plucking of that last feather and my appointment, three more feathers had grown on my chest. And there was a wisp of something that I was sure would turn out to be the early stages of another one.

She ran her fingers over the feathers. "How did this happen?"

"We were hoping you could tell us," Mom said.

Dr. Stroud shook her head. "When I said people don't grow feathers, I meant that. I've never come across anything like this. When did it start?"

"I woke up with the first one this morning. They keep coming."

"What can we do, Doctor?" Mom asked.

"All I can do right now is conduct some tests, to see if we can figure this out."

And that's what she did. She took my blood; she took samples of my pee and my poo; and she pulled out two of the feathers, "for analysis," she said. As much as I didn't want to have feathers, I was getting tired of being plucked.

Since the tests weren't going to be done for a day or two, she sent us home.

I spent the car ride home wondering what I was going to look like when whatever this was was through.

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