Peter's hands turned green first, his fingers looking like baby cucombers. He was licking the last of the bitter, fudgy brownie off one finger when he noticed its color. He yanked both of his hands away...yep. Green.
The tips expanded, growing round and flat. The webbing at the base of his fingers thinned and spread up slowly, like thick, sludgy syrup. His green skin began glittering in the incandescent bulbs of Mary's room.
Peter screamed and turned to the door...but Mary was standing there, door safely locked, arms crossed over her breasts. She smiled as if she were ALL cat, tummy full of someone's pet bird, and her eyes were as tough as steel-gray girders.
Peter's tennis-shoes began to buldge, and green,leingthening frog-feet suddenly slid out of the loose-tied laces. As soon as they were out of the confinement of his sneekers, his socks exploded into shreadded tatters. Thick webbing surged up to the tips of his toes, and the green skin continued climbing up his legs. His ankles shifted, then his knees, sticking out at right ankles like broken pencils. His hips began to shift.
His pants became uncomfortable, and his frog-hands fumbled with his belt, his buttons and his fly. Then they slid off completely as his hips altered themselves completely. He sank down into a frog-crouch, legs beefing up with frog-muscles.
His hair began falling out, his ears and nose sank into his skin like melting ice-cubes, turning green all the while. His eyes glowed like new-minted pennys and began moving back on his head. At first, Mary thought he was smiling as his mouth expanded into the froggy lear of the hungry amphibian. And, because Peter was still screaming, Mary watched his teeth fall out of his gums and his tongue expand itself into the thick, sticky-wet muscle so glorified by slow-motion nature shows.
His shirt shreaded as his neck faded into his chest, his chest expanded. And as a final suprise, the half-absorbed tail of an ex-tadpole poked itself out from above his pants.
And as he croaked--and still screamed, his terrified, horribly human scream--Mary reacted in a way typical of Mary.
Mary LAUGHED.