"Y'ello??" Conan giddily giggled into the phone. Benny chuckled, "So you really did it, huh?" Conan smiled and sighed, "Yeah, honestly it's just now sinking in..." He was taken aback quite a bit, his voice breathy.
Benny cooed then sighed, "I hate to ruin things but, vat do you think your sister vill have to say about all of this?"
Conan chuckled, "Oh she'll be totally fine with it. She's cool that way." Benny hummed, "Well, do you need a place to stay?"
Conan groaned, remembering his parents' reaction, "I probably don't if that makes sense." "Ja ok. I'll talk later then ok?" "Alrighty! Bye!" "Goodbye."
Conan put the phone in his pocket and sighed dreamily and raked his hand through the shorter side of hair. He was happy but it was all very overwhelming. He got up and went to the mirror. He concentrated on what he read and strained to slowly turn his skin back to normal and return red blood to his veins. When it did he relaxed and sighed, "Wow. Every morning..."
He smiled and then struggled for a bit to get his wings back into his back. After nothing happening, he went to a couple of books and flipped through pages, "Here." He planted his finger on a page and read through, mumbling to himself.
After fifteen minutes he closed the book and tried again. All the muscles in his back tightened and pulled the wings back into place. He nearly collapsed, then laughed a bit, "This is brutal..." He chuckled some more then checked back to the books, looking for the section on horns.
"...This might hurt..." He read aloud and took in a deep breath. He read through the section and sighed. He put his palms on the small nubs and pressed down while concentrating his newly-found magic. He felt a sensation go through his head that would meet the equivalent of his foot falling asleep and became a little light-headed. He pressed a little harder, trying to speed the uncomfortable process and grunted.
When his horns were back he beamed and decided to keep the fangs and tail, flicking it around a bit. He sat down and groaned, "Wow that's draining."
He forced a smile and chuckled roughly, "Can't wait for tomorrow."
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Conan's Coming Out
FantasyConan is -er- was a perfectly normal human being, but never really felt right in his skin. All his life he'd been searching for who he truly was and then he found it. He wanted to be an incubus. Please do not mind the crappy quality of the art at th...
