Your skin writhes and shifts, slowly at first, like it’s a creature all its own. You’re amazed that it doesn’t hurt; far from it, it feels GOOD…
You look down at your arm, and see pockmarks appearing in your flesh. Before your eyes, they deepen, forming small craters in your skin. The sensation spreads
along your arms, your legs, and your face. You realize you won’t have a scrap of human skin left on you when this is over. Amazingly, you feel okay about it.
You become aware of a shifting beneath your skin, like something is jabbing through the epidermis. Your skin feels uncomfortably dry, and you scratch at it while it
cracks and peels.
“Oh, cool!” Lindsay says. “I’ve never seen you shed before!”
Lindsay must instinctively know what you’re turning into. Your attention diverts to your teal-skinned alien friend. “Gimme a hand…er…tentacle?” You correct
yourself when you see her arms have become a network of six tendrils each.
“Oh, yeah, no problem.” She rubs her tendrils along your skin, sloughing the dry, dead human flesh off like the skins of an onion. Beneath lay a fine network of wet
scales, shiny and black. You rub away the skin on your stomach, and see an thicker underbelly of deep red scales.
You soon realize that you have a problem. “Um, Cuss?” The barkeep struts over to you. “Listen, I know this is a lot to ask, but do you mind if I loosen my clothes
for a sec? Y’know how us Naganites shed and all.” Naganites? Is that what you’re becoming?
Cuss nods. “Don’t you fret, little lady. I’ll keep the snake wranglers away.” He winks. “Just do me a favor and pick up after yourself.”
You smile and nod, kicking away your sandals. As you examine your webbed toes, slightly longer and with o visible nails, you doubt you’ll need them anymore. As
subtly as possible, you unhook your bar and discard it. A few very pleasurable rubs are all that is needed to remove the dead skin from your breasts. You linger on
the hard scales that make up your nipples. Your attention turns to your privates, and you take your time removing the hair and skin, letting them fall down your
jeans leg. You notice that your slit has shifted a little to the side. As you clean yourself of your human exterior, you feel the beginnings of a second vagina forming
across from the original. Somehow, you know that male Naganites have twin phalli; of course, females of your species would have two wombs. How else could
you produce enough eggs to reproduce properly?
Lindsay’s tendrils finish the job, as your facial skin peels away. You gaze into the counter top, and are greeted with your new face. Your features haven’t changed
much, except for the shiny black scales. Your hair is gone, replaced by a center furrow of thicker scales, almost like a dinosaur’s crest. Your ears have similarly
disappeared, yet you are still able to hear. You feel all of your scales hardening, becoming a fine network of natural armor.
“Beautiful. Ssssimply delicioussss,” you whisper. You wonder where that lisp came from.
“Cool, black scales this time! Remember those yellow ones you had last week? Ugh.” You don’t, but Lindsay seemingly does. Has she become so inhuman that
she doesn’t remember you as anything but a…Naganite? How long will it be before you forget being human?
Cuss gives you four thumbs-up. “On you, that works.” He looks at your empty glass. I see you enjoyed your Smasher. Would the lady like another?”