Ah,but is it your own skin turning dry and scaly or something different,
far worse then a mere rearrangement of your atoms and DNA.
Realizing that all human life on Earth could be in danger if
what you're thinking is correct,you
waste no time flipping on the accoustic sub scanner Uncle Ralph gave you
( on permanent loan) three years
earlier and lay that altered head of yours on the scanning bed
and
clik clik clik
you hear the whine of the acoustic scanning gun as it
scans whats UNDER that snouty face of yours.
Then you lay that black scaly arm of yours on the scanning bed\
and repeat the scan on it.
So far all your body parts seem to be cooperating with your will,but that could change
as you recall a top secret research project Uncle Ralph conducted a few years ago.
Simply put,don't CHANGE a affected injured body part,
REPLACE it with something from one of the alien evil creatures
found on Dimension 666.
"Hell" in the Good Book and Dimension 666 for those scientists
who don't want to admit theres something to Hell.
So you go over to the Image Processor and are too shocked to even
swear.
The image of your head looks a bit confusing at first but
as you adjust the focus it clearly
shows a skull and flesh inside another skull and flesh.
Basically a head covered up by another head.
And knowing what you do about Uncle Ralphs research,the inner skull
is yours,but its not human,not
by a long shot.
Basically theres a dragon,complete with tail,vestigial wings and stuff
clothed in a outer suit of flesh and meat.
So you go fishing around for a scapel and make a cut the length of that dry scaly arm.
As the outer layer peels away it reveals a more gnarled,twisted black
scaled arm.
The real you.
You want to bind up the horrid thing in that
"demons skin" again,but instead in a manner of seconds it continues to peel
and fall away and you are revealed for what you now are
a smaller,but much more alien looking black scaled creature with more snout then face
bloody emerging horns a tail and those bats wings coming
out of your spiky back.
You can already tell your space between your legs is female
but you plop yourself
onto the scanning bed and do a scan of
your insides.
Two overies,egg sac,and housed in your heaving chest
stuff that looks like triple lungs,double hearts and something that looks like you've got a snake for a throat now inside of you.
Obviously before Majory MacGregor had worked at the Fair
she must have been a scientist working on
Dimension 666 stuff for the government.
You are so preoccupied with your own alieness
that you don't notice all the skin,hair,scale and stuff you'd shed wiggle
off into a corner of the room and put itself back together.
<Tap tap> you look up startled
and see the nude creature from Dimension 666
crouched down in front of you...