thinking about: post-tf sensory overload. Lying there, drawing ragged breaths into new lungs, trying to reckon with new and changed senses, new limbs and your new body. Slowly reacclimating to the world, perhaps with a companion present - such as the one who turned you, for example - comforting you as you open new eyes, smell new scents. Panic and fear subsiding to be replaced with a rising joy and wonder. A cathartic clarity in the wake of undergoing an incredibly intense transformative experience.
thinking about that one tumblr post about deaf people getting implants to hear, and realizing just how many things have sounds - a trickling creek, songbirds in the bushes, the rush of cars passing on a road, running your hand through the grass
and just imagine, say, a newly-winged creature post-tf, feeling the wind and air currents in new ways, more than just "oh it's a little breezy" but experiencing a symphony compared to what they used to feel
ohhhhhhh yeah,,, yeah this exactly... I need to feel the wind under my wings soooo badddd
