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The next morning I wrapped my newly formed muscles and sinew slowly, carefully inspecting the new bits of meat that now clung to my bones as I draped myself in a sand-coloured fabric. I had more flesh on the soles of my feet, which was awesome. Maybe now I could venture out of the house during the day. Even with shoes on, the hot desert sand had felt like hell on my bony feet. I wrapped my wings last; they were the fiddliest part of the process and required a lot of time in the mirror. Even though my body was healing, it was still hard to look at my raw form in the glass. Being fully covered made doing my wings more bearable. Another plus from last night's moon bath was more flesh on my fingers; they almost moved normally. Maybe one day they could handle an actual button! What
