Attack the son of a XXX!
You use the last of your energy to get halfway to your feet – and swing at your torturer with the gift he’s given you, your new deadly claws! They go through him like he’s made of nothing more than air, but he disappears back into the lamp, and your chest rises in satisfaction. You’ve beaten him!
…until you realize that while the spell seems to be done, you’re not turning back either. You fall back on all fours, but your arms and legs are still mostly human. Your tail is thick and scaley, scraping against the ground as you move, and worst of all, your mouth is gone. There’s nothing below your nose but an expanse of smooth skin.
You exhale through your nose, and carefully waddle along. You don’t move very fast like this, but you suppose if you keep moving, you might be able to find someone who can change you back. But which way do you go now?
Written by Elliott-Moose on 22 November 2016
