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 A path on a dry hill in The Interior, two hours after dusk, in May.
 
I wish the doctor had asked first, made the process clear to me, tried to get my consent, but that's what happens when you go in for surgery - you wake up... different.
 
Making the best of it, I stretch out, tearing slits in my olive tee, billowing diaphanous black wings catching the night breeze. I soar away like a paraglider on an updraft.
 
 
I touch down on a fir and yellowcake hill, folding my new appendages into a rippling black butterfly. 
 
The army is there. For her. The doctor who... "made..." me.
 
They see me as mutilated from or into non-humanity. So they 'expect' my help in catching her.
 
You know, I think of addressing the doctor when I catch her you don't have to do these things to people non-consensually. I come in for a routine procedure and I wake up a giant faerie, sure. Not sure how I feel about that. But there are people who would volunteer, even pay for this.
 
Yes, I will find her.
 
And to that end, invisibility. I have no idea how that got implanted while I was out, but it works. I'm naked of course, and a little cold. No one can see me, and that includes the army can't see me.
 
While I'm visible, my pubic hair matches the wings. I wonder about the ears. Right - those were already pointed. 
 
Now, I will hunt her. Confront her.
 
But I doubt I will aggress upon her, let alone turn her in.

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