The Making of a Gargoyle

After a while she split the form in two, then hastily caught the tail before it hit the ground.
She obviously knew her moulding.
Not only that, she cared deeply for the result, and me.
Had I known the result of slipping, maybe I would have backed out, or understood why.
Now I just sat there, waiting.
As it was, I simply sat where I was instructed to, while she walked around me.
When she stand behind me, she take a step forwards, before moving the tail towards me.
The tail slowly starts to move, reaching for me.
An instant later, I feel how it hit my back.
It's a tingling sensation, it tickles a bit for a long moment.
When the tickling sensation is over, there is an entirely new sensation, I feel something.
This is a part of me, I never felt, because I never had a tail before, now I do.
I feel a string, I'm excited, aroused beyond expectations.
Not that I had expected this.
Can't say if she knew, or had expected.
I remain still.
Sitting in the chair, just as instructed.
Thus I fail to notice where she went off.
Not that it matters that she was making the mould of my wings.
So long as my wings was completed for my use.
I'm busy with my new sensations.
Considering, you'd just have to understand.
Once my wings were completed, she split the form, just like with the form for my tail.
This far, I still was but the same girl, even if covered with the red latex,
and endowed with a tail.
My tail is several feet long, the same red as me.
Now I have a forked tail.
Suddenly my thoughts froze in place.
This is when my wings hit my back.
I was no longer the same girl as I had been before.
Now I'm a Gargoyle.
Fear not, I'm not that kind of gargoyle you read about in scary stories by Poe.
That famous Edgar Allen Poe.