Drabble #2: Hormones Raging

The three young ones were sitting outside on a lawn, planning. The sun shone brightly upon them. A few birds were singing in the trees above them.

"So… What are you thinking?" Martin probed.

"Well, the CPS will allow you to become an animal. Like that bird up there." Aviva pointed.

"That's a waxwing."

"Bohemian waxwing," Chris chided, correcting him. "And that's a European starling."

"Yes! That's a good idea! Starling can be our test subject. They're so common it won't matter if we catch one. They're not protected by the law." Aviva's eyes lit up. "But, if we want, we can go to the collections room. I hope to design this suit, so you can you use bones or any body part from an animal."

"'Body part,'" Martin thought, sniggered mentally. He couldn't help it. This woman was turning him on. He ignored what his brother and Aviva were saying; he was imagining kissing her. His hormones were raging right now.

He yawned. He was going to pretend he was tired, so he could get away from the embarrassment of having a boner. "I'm tired guys. I think I'm going to retreat to my dorm."

"Okay. Well, bye Martin." Chris sounded sad.

"Bye." Aviva waved. Martin walked off, trying his best to hide his embarrassment.