This is NOT Funny (Patreon)

She'd heard of the new bird flu.  Something escaped from some mad billionaire's labs.  It was supposed to be different than any bird flu of the past.  She'd taken all the precautions.  She hardly went out except when absolutely necessary.  Even then she'd used a mask.  Not one of those silly cloth ones.  A proper piece of PPE she'd bought online at the end of the third American Covid wave. 

The bird fluhad started like any flu: fever, headache, muscles sore.  By the third day, though, she knew this was more severe than most.  Instead of abating, she started showing second stage signs: feather growth.  By the fourth day, most of her body was completely covered by, of all things, chicken feathers.  Soon her arms were affected, fingers shrinking, bones fusing until she had wings.  If that wasn't bad enough, her body balance was affected.  With the growth of her tail and the feathers there, she was forced to walk about bent forward just to maintain her balance.  Her feet became scaled and the toes split.  Soon her feet were nothing more than chicken feet.  Finally, the disease had run its course.

What made it hardest to take was the response of her boyfriend.  He had laughed at her predicament before calling the authorities.  He said he couldn't help himself.  She looked just so comical strutting along like a 45 kilo chicken.  Of course, she did what came naturally to such a chicken, she attacked him inflicting deep gashes on his arm before flying out the window.  She never wanted to see that creep again and hoped she'd infected him.