Some people made it through their changes inconspicuously.  Leon is not one of them.

At six and a half feet tall and built like an underwear model and with a face to match, Leon is undeniably good-looking.  With a glance, his emerald eyes and chiseled jaw could launch a thousand traffic accidents.  Leon is young, though height and fitness of body make judging the exact number tricky - he could pass for anywhere from eighteen to thirty, with the onlooker second guessing themselves themselves from moment to moment.  And sure, Leon is a strikingly good looking man.  But that's not where his change is inconspicuous.

Jutting from his shoulders, Leon boasts a broad set of downy wings.  His feathers, ranging from finger-length to over a foot long are a bright, canary yellow.  Folded, they take up as much space as a medium-sized backpack, but spread to an elegant twenty feet.