Two Tales of Gulls

These two stories came about when a fellow patron of deviant told me of a fantasy he used to have about one of his teachers. I decided to share the results here on the blog. I may have illustrations done for one or both of these. The person I wrote these for is Senorincognito69 and his deviant art page is here:

It had been a long, languid afternoon.  Several of Sra. Carmen’s students had fallen asleep in earlier classes.  What’s worse, Sra. Carmen herself had almost fallen asleep once.  As her next-to-last class ended ,she looked out the window toward the sea, at the seagulls lazily hovering in the sky.

That gave her an idea.  Between classes, she ran to the principal’s office and asked if she could take the day’s final class outside.  To her delight, the principal gave her permission.  Sra.  Carmen thanked her and left.  She suspected the principal understood Carmen’s feelings.

“Everyone grab pencils and your sketch pads!” Sra. Carmen called out after all the students had gathered in the classroom.  “We’re going to have class at the beach today!”

The laughter of the students as they left the school told Sra. Carmen she’d had the right idea.  She told the students to draw something that they saw at the beach.  And, as she figured, the beach was dotted with seagulls, gliding, frolicking, scavenging all over the sand.  The students hung back and sat down in the sand to begin sketching.  Sra. Carmen continued to stand, the better to keep an eye on her charges.

“Sra. Carmen?” said a voice behind her.  She turned and saw Jorge, a small boy in the class.  He was holding a branch he had found on the beach.  “Can I draw this?”

“Whatever you want to draw,” she said.

“I like this branch,” said Jorge.  “It’s like the one in <i>Little</i>.  It was a movie last year about a little girl who waved a branch like this at a woman and said ‘I wish you were little!’  And the woman turned into a little girl!

“Sra. Carmen?”

“I’m sorry, Jorge.  I’ve been watching the seagulls.  They seem so happy, and free.  I envy them.  I think I’d like to be a seagull.”

Jorge laughed and, waving the branch at Sra. Carmen in a circular motion, just like the girl in <i>Little</i> had done, he said ”Abracadabra!  You’re a seagull!“

Sra. Carmen’s eyes suddenly went wide.  She began to shrink in size.  She became so small that her clothing engulfed her, hiding the rest of her changes.  But she was moving inside her now huge clothing.   Suddenly, she popped out of the neck of her blouse, but she was no longer Sra. Carmen.  Instead, just as Jorge commanded her to be, Sra. Carmen had turned into a seagull!  Her avian head jerked around, obviously confused by what had just happened to her.

Jorge gasped and cried “Sra. Carmen!  No!  I didn’t want to really do that!  Just a moment, I’ll change you back!”  Jorge pointed the branch at the seagull and began to wave it at the bird.  But, before he could speak the words, the seagull took off into the sky and began to fly away.  Jorge knew he could not change the seagull back into Sra. Carmen, or she would fall from the sky.  He grabbed her clothes to carry with him so she could put them back on when she was a woman again, when he caught up with her.

If he could catch up with her.

All of the students had been looking at what they were drawing so they hadn’t seen the change.  They paid no attention to Jorge as he ran past them with Sra. Carmen’s clothing.  The seagull flew over the crest of a sand dune and Jorge followed, hopeful.  It looked as if the seagull was going to land.  Jorge ran over the top of the dune, looked down —

— and his heart sank.

There on the ground, he guessed, was the seagull —along with dozens of others.  He had no way of knowing which one was Sra. Carmen.

Jorge thought he was going to cry.  He liked Sra. Carmen.  All of her students liked Sra. Carmen.  She was nice, she was very pretty.  But now, she was just another bird.  And it was his fault.  

He walked up to the nearest seagull, dejectedly waved the branch at it and said “Abracadabra!  You’re Sra. Carmen!”  

Slowly, the bird began to grow.  Its body absorbed the feathers, the feet lost their webbing, the beak turned into a human mouth and nose.  Jorge was so happy, he had found Sra. Carmen right away.  She was naked, but he had found her.

But then, he noticed her head was moving oddly, jerkily, like a bird’s head.  It looked down at the ground, where a sand beetle was crawling.  “Sra. Carmen” bent over, opened her mouth,  snatched up the beetle and eagerly chewed it up.

It wasn’t Sra. Carmen.  It was a seagull Jorge had turned into a double of Sra Carmen.  Disappointed, Jorge waved the branch and turned the double back into a seagull.

Jorge thought for a moment.  He waved the branch at another seagull and said “Abracadabra!  If you’re Sra. Carmen, change back into her!”

Nothing happened.

Jorge repeated the process and the words, several times.  Each time, nothing happened.

And then, the flock took off, circled around, and landed further up the beach.  Jorge followed them up the beach.  He began to cry.  Sra. Carmen was lost to him, to everyone.  People would talk, wondering what happened to the pretty teacher who had disappeared.  And, though Jorge wanted to tell people what had happened, no one would believe him.  And Sra. Carmen would have flown away by then, on another beach, taking food from people, swooping down to get small fish. maybe finding a mate, maybe laying and hatching eggs, maybe becoming a mother to flocks of chicks.  Would she remember who she had been, what she had been?

Jorge was ready to throw the branch out into the ocean, to let the waves wash it away.  But he had to try a few more times.  He walked up and down the beach, studying each seagull.  They all looked the same.  He wandered to a landfill where several birds were snacking on food they found in it.

They were all the same.  The same feathers, the same beaks, the same eyes —

Wait!  The same eyes?  No!  He  noticed a seagull that was in the process of finishing up a banana peel, chewing it, swallowing it.  But its eyes weren’t like the other seagulls.  Their eyes were dark brown, almost black.  But <i>this</i> seagull’s eyes were BLUE!  Just like Sra. Carmen’s!

Jorge took a moment to pray, and then he waved the branch at the seagull in a circular motion and said “If you’re Sra. Carmen, change back into her!”

The seagull, which had just begun to snack on a piece of maggot-infested meat, froze.  It’s feet and legs changed, into human legs and feet, pretty human legs and feet — but small, the right size  for if a seagull had human legs and feet — which this one did.  The beak began to shrink, turning into a human  mouth and nose.  The eyes grew and became more human.  Jorge held his breath momentarily as the feathers on the body receded and a pair of women’s breasts appeared on its front of the body.  Slowly, but ecstatically to Jorge. the body went from seagull to a very HOT woman’s body.  Her hair grew back, shoulder-length and full of body.  Finally, the last touch, Jorge could see tailfeathers over Sra. Carmen’s bottom, shrinking into her tailbone.  A moment later, Jorge couldn’t take his eyes off the site of his pretty — no, BEAUTIFUL — teacher, Sra. Carmen, standing in front of him, completely naked.  She was still chewing on the meat and maggots and she then swallowed all of it.  She smiled for a second, then her expression abruptly changed.  Jorge guessed that Sra. Carmen’s brain had just changed back to human.

Jorge didn’t care about any of that.  He was just happy that his teacher was a woman again.  Her ran up and hugged her body, not caring that she was bare.  Then, pushing himself away to look at her, he realized what he was looking at, turned away from it, and held out Sra. Carmen’s clothes to her.

“I’m sorry, Sra. Carmen,” he said.  “I didn’t mean to stare at you.”

“It’s okay, Jorge,” said Sra. Carmen, taking her clothes and starting to put them on.  “I’d be a little worried about myself if you didn’t want to stare at me.”

Sra. Carmen quickly dressed and then faced Jorge.  “I want you to stay after school,” she told him.  

“But, I’ll destroy the branch”  he said.  “I’ll burn it.”

“No, keep it.  Bring it with us.  But I want to talk to you later.  All right?”

Jorge nodded,and, after school ended for the day, Jorge stayed in the room with Sra. Carmen.  

“I’ll be just a moment,” said Sra. Carmen.  “Then, you’re coming to my house with me.”

This surprised and puzzled Jorge.  He knew where Sra. Carmen’s house was, it was close to his.  In fact, his bedroom window looked out over Sra. Carmen’s back yard, which was fenced in and no one else could see into it.  Sra. Carmen made a quick phone call to Jorge’s mother, letting her know that Jorge would be doing some work for the profesora.  Then, he got in her car and Sra. Carmen drove them both to her home.

“Jorge,” she said when they got inside.  “I remember everything, though some of it is a little fuzzy.  But I remember that you used that branch turned me into a seagull.  And, when you changed me back, I was naked!”

Jorge hung his head.  He was clearly, genuinely ashamed.  “Yes, I did, and I’m so sorry.  I was afraid that you were going to fly away and I wouldn’t be able to change you back into yourself.”

“Jorge, it’s all right.  I kind of enjoyed it.  I even remember eating the meat with the maggots in it.  That was tasty!  I wouldn’t have chosen to do it, but there were parts of me that wanted to do it.  I would’ve liked it more if I knew I could change back and forth whenever I wanted to do so.”

On impulse, Jorge waved the branch at Sra. Carmen again and said “Abracadabra!  You can turn into a seagull and back into yourself whenever you want to!”

“What?  How do I do it, just say ‘I want to be a seagull?’”

As soon as she said it, Sra. Carmen shrank into her clothing again.  A moment later, the seagull hopped out of the clothing.  She waddled into her bedroom, where one side of the walls was mirrored doors that opened into a big closet.  The seagull looked at herself carefully.  Jorge realized it was the first time Sra. Carmen had seen what she looked like as a bird.  While she studied herself, she gave three seagull cries and, when she stopped, she suddenly grew in size and turned back into Sra. Carmen.  A completely naked Sra. Carmen!  Jorge couldn’t believe he was seeing his teacher bare again.  And he didn’t think to turn his head away right away.

“I look that good to you?” said Sra. Carmen.

“Yes. But I especially liked how, for just a moment, you naked but with tailfeathers growing out over your butt.”

Sra. Carmen thought a moment and then said “I want to have seagull tailfeathers over my bottom.”

Both her mouth and Jorge’s fell open as tailfeathers, in a size to match her human form, grew out of the base of her spine, right over her buttocks.  It was strange, bizarre, and, Jorge thought, VERY sexy sight on Sra.  Carmen.  She turned back and forth to see her  new plumage in the mirror.  She laughed when she was able to spread the tailfeathers out wide behind her.  

Then she noticed Jorge staring at her.  And she noticed he was VERY pleased with how she looked.

She scrunched on her knees and pulled Jorge to her, hugging him and pressing his face between her breasts

“Now, you know not to tell anyone about turning me into a seagull, and, especially, about my being naked in front of you,” said Sra. Carmen.  “ If you tell anyone that, we’ll both be in BIG trouble.”

“I know.  I don’t think anyone would believe what happened anyway,” said Jorge. 

“But I thank you for giving me this gift, Jorge.  And, in a few years, if you still want to, come see me.”

Jorge went on home, trying hard not to think of everything that had happened, especially seeing Sra. Carmen naked, and the invitation she had made for him to accept “in a few years.”

That night, after going to bed and turning off the light in his room, Jorge heard something outside.  He looked out the window and there, in her yard, was Sra. Carmen, once again naked.  She looked toward Jorge’s window, saw him, and smiled.

Then, she extended her arms as feathers grew on them, turning them into wings.  Feathers began to cover her waist and hips, but not her breasts, legs, or face.  Jorge knew his profesora was giving him a show deiiberately.  Then, she trotted ver the yard and pushed up.  Her legs, chest, head, and mouth all changed until she was completely a seagull, soaring into the night sky.

Jorge had some VERY nice dreams that night.


The second bell had just rung to signal the beginning of class. Sra. Velez looked over the classroom at her students, thinking of how they would be graduating and going out into the world in just a few weeks. Then Sra. Velez suddenly took her arm and swept everything off of the top of her desk.  The action surprised all of the students.  And, by the look on her face, it surprised Sra. Velez, too.

“I’m sorry,” she said to the class.  “I don’t know why I did that.

“Or <i>this!</i>”

Sra. Velez got on top of the desk and started to dance.  And, as she danced, she began to unbutton her blouse.  She looked down at herself as her fingers began to undo the buttons, one by one.  She looked at her class.  Every student was even more shocked than she was at what she was doing.

Sra. Velez didn’t consider herself that attractive.  She didn’t think she was ugly, either.  Plain, as pretty as she needed to be as a schoolteacher, which wasn’t very pretty in her mind.  But then, what about in the minds of the students?  Just seeing their teacher stripping might be enough to get some of them aroused.

She took off the blouse and tossed it at Jorge in the class.  He didn’t really try to catch it, but just let it hang over part of his head.  He wasn’t sure what was going on.  He was focused on the beige bra that Sra. Velez had uncovered by removing her blouse.

She took off the belt that held her skirt, and then she began to unzip the back of the skirt.  As she did so, she began swaying her hips, her butt in a way she thought must look provocative.  She didn’t want it to look that way, but couldn’t help herself.  Nor could she keep herself from humming “The Stripper.”

Then, Sra. Velez took off her bra and began to pull her panties down her legs.  After they passed her hips, she let them slowly slide down her thighs, until they got to her knees.  Then, she let them just drop to her feet.  She stepped out of them, picked them up, and dropped them to the floor.  She stood on top of her desk, on display to all of the class, wearing nothing but her shoes.  She did a revolution, again against her will, letting her class take in her entire body.

“Sra. Velez, what are you doing?” came a voice from the door,  It was Senora Hernandez, the school principal.

“I don’t know,” said Sra. Velez.  “I mean, I know, but I can’t stop it!  It’s like I have no control of my body from the neck down.  I can’t SQUAWK!”

Everyone in the classroom could tell that Sra. Velez didn’t mean to make the noise that just came from her mouth.  It didn’t even sound human.

“Sra. Velez,” said Rosa, a girl in the front row of her class.  “What’s that on your bum?”

The question confused Sra. Velez at first.  She brushed her hand just over her bottom, and felt something very strange.  It was definitely a part of her, as trying to move it created pain.  Then, she let her hand run over it.  Feathers?  Tail-feathers?  She tried again to pull them off, but that just resulted in pain and another loud SQUAWK! from her mouth.

Something strange was happening to her feet.  Her shoes no longer fit, and she stepped out of them.  When she looked down at her feet, she saw they had become webbed feet, like some sort of waterfowl’s feet.  

Then, she noticed her field of vision was dropping.  She had to stretch out her arms, and saw that they were growing feathers, the same color as her — she could barely bother to think it — tail-feathers.

Several students had taken heir phones out and were taking videos of what was happening to Sra.  Velez.  Even Senora Hernandez was recording it.  Sra. Velez saw this and tried to ask “Why?” but all that came out was a cry — like a bird?

“Senora Hernandez, why is this happening?” asked a boy in the class.

“I don’t know,” said Senora Hernandez.

Sra. Velez felt an odd sensation, a tingle-itch on her legs and midsection.  She bent over to look at herself, but she already knew what she’d see — feathers were growing all over her body.  Only her head and, she winced at the thought, her breasts were still human.

Then, her teeth began to push themselves out of her mouth.  They were merging together, turning orange, becoming pointed — becoming a beak, she knew.  At the front, the upper beak hooked over the lower beak.  Then, she felt the tingle-itch on her chest as it flattened.  In panic, she began to flap her, her <i>wings</i> and flew around the room.

“Close the door!” cried Jorge, but it was too late.  Sra. Velez, the seagull, was out of the room.  She flew down the hallway, just missing collisions with students and teachers.  One of them, not knowing this bird was part of the faculty, opened the entrance to the school, and Sra. Velez flew outside the building.

Sra. Velez’s class, along with Senora Hernandez, chased after the seagull as best they could.  It knocked over a trashcan and began to eat some of the contents, including an orange peel she seemed to find particularly delicious.  Pedro, one of the students, took off his shirt and tried to catch her.  At the last minute, she saw what he was trying to do, screeched, and flew off into the air.

The beach was nearby, and she flew some distance down it, and over the top of a sand dune.  The class, and others who had joined it, wondering what was going on, got to the top of the dune and stopped.

There, below them on the beach, was a colony of dozens of seagulls and no way to tell which one was Sra. Velez.  Many of the girls, and some of the boys, began to cry.  Some of the class tried going quietly up to the flock.  But the seagulls suddenly flew up and away into the sky.  There was no way to catch up to them — and Sra. Velez — now.

Over the next few weeks, the school mourned Sra. Velez.  No, it wasn’t mourning.  It was a painful uncertainty, with the faculty and student body not sure what to think of Sra. Velez’s fate.

So it was with great relief when, one day, a seagull flew through an open window and into what had been Sra. Velez’s classroom.  Everyone knew it had to be Sra. Velez.  As she had before, but as a bird this time, she cleared her desk.  But then, he began to gather sheets of paper with her beak.  She shredded the paper and piled it on top of her desk.  After a while, it was in a neat circle.  That she sat upon.  She was still for several minutes, giving an occasional loud cry. 

“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” asked Rosa.

Senora Hernandez was about to say something, when the seagull began to shift in shape.  She grew, and her feathers began to recede into her body, leaving human-colored flesh exposed.  Her legs became longer, and her feet turned back into a woman’s feet.  Her beak shrank back into her mouth, becoming teeth.  Her wingsd change back into arms. her breasts grew back, as did the hair on her head.  She was Sra. Velez again, naked again, looking curiously at the classroom.

Senora Hernandez approached Sra. Vlelex, who had sat down on the paper again, her legs crossed under her.  Sra. Velez gave one of her SQUAWKS and lunged toward Senora Hernandez.  In doing so, she left she shredded paper, and Senora Hernandez could see a clutch of three eggs in the nest.  Sra. Velez was a mother.

Scientists who had seen the footage of Srs. Velez’s transformation into a seagull (and later footage of her return to human form) came to the school and managed to take Sra. Velez away for study.  But they had to bring the eggs with them or she would fight her “capture.”


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