the past was coming back to life.
As we all know we live in the dominant power on Earth
the Anchorite States of America.
Our Founding Fathers more then 8 centuries earlier had a vision where
people would commune/get-in-touch with the Universal Cosmic Force,that
force that shapes what we are and how we think.
For most of those centuries connecting with the Force had been more
dream than reality,but in recent decades Anchorite scientists had started researching quantum physics and its connection to the Force
and the Transmogrification Ray that healed cuts and bruises in a matter of minutes
had been the first practical application of that research.
Now a decade earlier,when you'd been a hot headed radical student protester,you had joined in student protests against the
marriage between the Anchorite Armed Forces and science and industry
to develop new weapons based on the transmogrification.
So that fateful night a surveillance team from the AAF's
had planted mini-cams about town to keep an eye on you.
So when they saw Michael give you the knockout drops and drag
this 90 pound weakling off to the lab containing a transmogrifier,they'd
flipped on the record switch on the video surveillance.
The two AAF spooks got a close up view on their monitor of your
change from 90 pound male human weakling to something a little more
bulky,then after you'd bashed down the lab door and staggered out onto
the parking lot right beside their car,the two AAF spooks had got out of the car and were arguing about how to kidnap this mutating screaming mound of flesh and scales and take it to a secret AAF for further study/and/or dissection.
Then Croyden and Michael had let the transmogrifier blast away at you
at full power.
The senior AAF spook had wisely kept his distance from this monster but
the younger and more foolish kid had wrapped his arms around your blubbery neck when the ray struck you and set off a major rearrangement in just-what-you-were.
-something 6 feet tall that looked and felt like a mushy pear
that the kid could manage
-then a 7 foot tall pear that was starting to grow a longer neck and a tail
-then a ten foot tall pear sprouting green scales and was hauling the kid
high off the ground as he foolishly hung on to your lengthening thickening neck
-when your budding wings poked as the kid as they emerged from the huge hump of muscle forming on your back and chest,the AAF spook kid
finally looked down and could see he was dangling 13 feet of the
parking lot and their was no sign you had any intentions of stopping
getting bigger .
So he let go,rolled on the ground and he and the older spook
dashed for the relative safety of the car.
Behind them,they could hear Croyden cackling with glee as the ray kept
feeding you the energy you needed to
So you'd fiished rearranging and your primal dragoness thoughts had consisted of three things,hunting,mating and marking potential mates.
Specifically the AAF kid,since you'd suddenly taken a liking to that one tiny human and annoyance at a lot of other stuff.
So after flattening their car with your tail,you'd straddled the car and marked your potential mate with the fluids from new organs whose functions were all instinctual knowledge.
After you'd flown off the two spooks had managed to crawl out of their
wrecked car through the smashed open trunk.
So a decade after,there was the knock on the door to your apartment
and when you openned it,there stood 5 AAF agents,including the
now older kid spook.