When Angela awoke, she began smiling before her eyes were even open. She knew the day she had long been waiting for had come: her 18th birthday. For years her hormones had been pushing at escape velocity; now she was ready to answer them. She was going to make sure that before this day was over, her virginity would be taken.
Her happiness was replaced with surprise, however, as she opened her eyes and looked across the bed. Something very strange had happened overnight that was going to be a nightmare to explain: stretching out from her back was a pair of large white feathery wings!
Angela stood up and examined herself in the mirror, running her eyes up and down her body (she always preferred to sleep naked). Everything else was still the same. Still the same wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, still the same forrest green eyes, still the same firm, sumptuous breasts. Where did those wings come from? They were real, too. She felt it when she touched them, and they moved on her mental commands.
"Good morning," said a friendly female voice behind her. She turned around to discover a naked young woman, also with wings like hers standing there. She had short, slick dark hair, little blue eyes, and small but firm breasts. "I'm Serena. You're Angela, right?"
"What's going on?" Angela shouted, not bothering to conceal her body for some reason. "What are you doing here, and what the hell's happened to me?"
"You're time's finally come," Serena smiled calmly. "This may come as a bit of a shock, but you're not human. You're an angel."
"I'm a what?" Angela demanded.
"You're an angel, just like me. There aren't very many like us out there. In fact, only one out of every three million girls born is an angel."