Collette rearranged her wings back against the bulk of her body. < I'm human most the time. I can borrow other forms for a while, make myself into something different, but I'm always human. I always turn back. >

She sounded contemplative, for a moment allowing herself to think about what it meant in ways she knew most couldn't understand. Al knew, these days; she'd surprised him when he was older. She'd sensed that, though she hadn't been trying.

You make it sound voluntary. I have to demorph before I hit two hours, or I'm stuck forever. Forever was a long time to choose to lose yourself, even if forever might last only a matter of minutes to nine thousand years.