Subject 013: The Angel

It’s been a couple of months since our first round of tests using the cursed pill-filling box to create different monster and animal girls, and it was a massive success that led to us getting a huge amount of funding to continue our work.

We were preparing to start our next round when a mysterious man came to our labs and spoke to me. He turned out to be a high-ranking official in the military, one who somehow knew we were using a cursed item in our research.

He agreed to keep our secret and even keep us off the radar of the cursed object department, all in exchange for creating two super-powered women that they could use to defend the county. I had no choice but to agree and get to work.

They supplied us with two volunteers to take the pills, we just needed to create some that were really powerful. Thanks to the grant, we were able to buy and create machines that helped us control the outcome of the pills in the box. All we needed to do was figure out what the box’s limits were.

Well, late one night, I tried something crazy and got two very powerful pills. As soon as I confirmed what they would turn a person into, I went to the rooms with the volunteers and gave them the pills. This log covers Subject 013 The Angel.

The subject is a five-foot-nine man named Jermey Mathews. He weighs two hundred pounds, he has black hair and green eyes. He’s impatient, covered in scars, and has been unable to be deployed due to severe injuries he received last year.

Unlike my previous test subjects, we haven't set up special rooms for these subjects, but we were able to prepare hypnosis for them while they sleep to help them adjust to the changes as they sleep, which we believe is key to a successful transformation.

The first day after Jermey took the pill was quite boring, he spent the whole time hitting the wall with a tennis ball as hard as he could. It was the following morning when I came to do his check-up that things started to get interesting.

Jermey had lost around twenty pounds, he was now five foot six, his hair turned white, and all of his scars were gone. He also seemed to be in a good mood, turns out it was because the bullet lodged into his back that was close to his spine had been pushed out.

He was happy because that meant he could return to active duty, and he thanked me several times and apologized for calling me crazy. I laughed at that and told him I turned myself into a small dragon girl, so that was a fair assessment.

Since most of our other subjects had vivid dreams, I asked him to describe what he saw last night. He seemed surprised that I knew he had strange dreams, but was able to figure out that it was a side effect of the experiment.

He started telling me about it. He was sitting outside on his balcony looking up at the sky. That’s when he saw a bright golden ring light up in the sky. He said in the dream he reached up towards it and it vanished. Then it began to rain white feathers.

After that, he woke up. I noted all that down, but it seemed pretty normal as far as I could tell. From there I monitored him for the rest of the day, but it seems not much changed while the subjects were awake.

Later that night I watched Jermey as he fell asleep and decided to stay awake to watch the changes as they happened. I’ll be honest it wasn’t all that interesting, the changes while noticeable were very slow.

By morning, Jermey lost another twenty pounds and three more inches in height. He also started to take on some feminine futures. His beard started to get thinner, while his face got smaller and softer, his hair grew to his shoulders, and he had a small pair of breasts growing.

He was a bit embarrassed about them, but he knew he was going to end up as a girl before he agreed to this, so he was going to have to get used to it. Like the day before I asked him about his dreams.

I don’t think they mean anything, but I like to be thorough with my work, and who knows what we can learn from the subject dreams. He claimed his dream was much more vivid last night, and that it started with him growing a pair of angel wings.

After that, he flew through the sky, he flew through clouds, alongside planes, and he even caught someone who slipped off a bridge. He said it was amazing, he felt like a hero, almost divine, and he couldn't wait for his wings to grow in so he could really fly around.

I’ll admit, it sounds quite fun, despite being a dragon, I didn’t end up with wings, but had I, I too would be flying around instead of walking. After that, I left him in his room and went to get some sleep myself since I was up all night.

I arrived early the next morning to find major changes to Jermey occurred over the night. Jermey was officially female, as her manhood was gone. Her breasts had gotten slightly larger. They were now about A-cups.

Her eyes had turned blue, all her facial hair was gone, and her face had fully been feminized, with her ears having slight points on them. She lost a total of thirty pounds last night but remained at five foot three, so it seems she’s gotten as small as she’s going to get.

Her waist was starting to get thinner, and her butt was bigger. Then finally she took off her shirt because her wings had started to come in. They were barely a foot long and looked more like chicken wings than angels, but I had a feeling by tomorrow they would be fully grown.

Before I asked her about her dreams, I had her get undressed and I measured her body. I had the feeling that she’d be done transforming tomorrow and her body wouldn't be much different, so I went to get her some clothes that would fit her.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have a ton of options since we weren't entirely prepared to do more tests yet, so Jermey ended up with a white set of lingerie. They were the only pair of clothes we had that would go around her wings.

She didn’t seem to mind it, as long as her wings weren't covered and she could still be covered she was happy. I asked her about her dream from the night before, and she told me all about a place she visited.

She said it was all white, and tons of people she cared about were there, along with a powerful essence that told her that she’d soon be doing important work. The essence then bestowed a halo upon her and the power of light healing magic, and told her to use it to help people.

Hearing all that made me quite anxious. She was becoming an angel after all, so angels were real at some point, and perhaps heaven was real as well. Perhaps so was God. If that was the case, I wasn't likely on his good side.

That seemed like a problem for when I die. For now, I’ll hold onto my beliefs that none of that is real and that angels were actually just creatures that existed long ago, and somehow they got dragged into religion.

As for Jermey’s dream, I’ll assume she just believes in heaven, and that's why she dreamed of that. Again there wasn’t much to do but watch the subjects as they sat around in their rooms. Jermey happily played with her tennis ball, which honestly made her seem like a whole new person.

At least compared to how she was on the first day. She wasn’t moody, impatient, or even rude in the slightest. If getting a new lease on life looked like a person, it would look like her. I was honestly kind of glad for her, but then I remembered she’d soon be back in the army doing who knows what.

Night came and I once again decided to stay up and watch them, and I was glad I did. Jermey’s wings finished growing, and a few other feminine features got more prominent, but the most interesting thing that happened was with her head.

Her room in the middle of the night was suddenly filled with a bright golden light. I had to cover my eyes as it was so bright I thought my eyes would melt. When the light went away, her halo was floating right above her head.

I was so amazed that I woke her up to do the daily inspections. She was a bit confused, but then happily stood up and let me do my thing. I tried to touch the halo, but my hands simply passed through it each time.

I weighed her again, and somehow despite her clearly being on the scale, she was weightless. Strangely I tried to pick her up, but she felt like she weighed more than the world. Because of that, I was excited and got right to testing her.

She seemed to be ridiculously strong, as she easily picked up ten tons. Her speed was incredible. She got to one end of the room from the other instantly. I honestly wasn’t sure if she was instantly teleporting or actually moving that fast, but either way, it was amazing.

Then came the final test, at least the final test I’ll be doing before passing her back off to the military to keep my end of the bargain. I took a fork and jabbed it into my forearm. It was a nasty stab, and was bleeding pretty badly, but wasn't anything severe enough to kill me.

I then showed it to her and asked her to heal it. She seemed unsure at first but reached her hands down over my wound. She then closed her eyes and mumbled a prayer. At first, nothing happened, but just when I thought she couldn't heal me, she did. My wound closed up and the blood vanished.

With that, she was a success, and my perfect streak with these subjects continued. I gave her the good news, and she was just as happy as I was. Before the end of the day, the high-ranking official was there with a team to pick her up, along with her devilish sister.

I don’t know where the two of them are heading, what they’ll be used for, or even how they plan to use them, and I don’t care. As long as the cursed object department stays out of my hair, and I get to continue with testing then everything is good in my book. Now, I just need twelve more test subjects.