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I'd wanted to try out ShortCircuit's wings for a while, but hadn't had enough time to. But now, with our parents away at a store, I finally could!

I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to finally do so. I couldn't wait to fly!

"Hey, ShortCircuit?" I asked out loud, so Freefel and the mini-TFs could know what I was planning, "How do I move your wings?"

"Feel," she stated simply, "Feel and move like arm or leg move and it move." That, I could do. Being insane and having always wanted to fly, I'd tried many times to imagine how wings would feel. And now, I put it to good use.

I imagined ShortCircuit's wings as part of myself, which they sort of were anyway. Then I moved one. It was so easy!

It was as easy as picking something up in my hand, or taking a step forward. It felt completely natural! (If having an alien robot pair of wings connected to the nerve-endings in one's spinal column could possibly feel natural, that is.)

I moved both wings a little, trying to stretch them out a bit. That's when I realized that there was a problem. My shirt stopped ShortCircuit's wings from fully extending.

'Hmm,' I thought, then relayed my realization to ShortCircuit mentally.

"Cut shirt," she replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I reluctantly consented; it was an old shirt anyway.

And it already had a few cuts and some blood on it from when I'd jumped over Movieverse Arcee and her chef-knife. (Yes; I wiped my leg-blood on my shirt. Oh well! I'm not a neat freak. At all.)

So, I asked Freefel to go back inside the house to get a pair of scissors. She did so, and came back outside with them a moment later, reporting, "I think Arcee's calming down. She only threatened once to kill me in my sleep. Progress!"

I sighed wearily, then showed my sister where to begin cutting the back of my shirt. Soon, I had two long slits cut in the fabric, from my shoulder blades to lower spine.

I gave ShortCircuit's wings an experimental twitch, then slowly unfurled them…

Oh! Oh, they were stunning! They looked like silvery blue-jay wings, but larger than an eagle's: 14 feet across from tip to tip!

Although both wings were almost 7 feet long, they didn't feel nearly as heavy or awkward as I had expected. They felt strong and powerful and graceful.

Metallic feathers gleamed with white and blue-gray highlights in the sun, sharp and beautiful. The light glinted off the shining, ruffled surfaces like diamonds, like waves, like a row of polished swords.

'ShortCircuit,' I whisper-thought in awe, 'They're amazing.' I felt a flash of pride and joyful surprise from the Decepticon femme as she replied, "Thank you."

I glanced at Freefel and the mini-TFs, who were gaping in astonishment, and I laughed in sheer joy and exultation. This was incredible!

I stepped forward into the warm sunlight, wings outstretched in eagerness, and announced, "Let's fly!"

YAY! Alright, maybe that last bit was a little cheesy, but still! I get to fly! Wheeee!