"...what'd you do?" You question nervously, still holding your arm in pain. "Injected you via needle," Ms.Tomlin
Responds, while whistling the theme to "Chips".
You start shivering, which is overly concerning.
Ms.Tomlin produces a cheeky smile, and turns to the class. "Anyone know what a ceratosaurus nasicornis is?"
There's an silence, before some portly kid speaks up. "uh, ain't that that red dinosaur in Jurassic park III?"
Many of the kids in the group look at the kid who decided to watch JPIII, even you, which isn't good because currently, you're gaining razor sharp claws.
(but that doesn't really matter, considering the kid who-)
Ms.Tomlin nods, though it looks like she is considering giving that kid who answered the boot. While Ms.Tomlin continues to give the poor kid a death stare, you look down at yourself, firstly in confusion, then in horror.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" (Very clever response, pal.)
Ms.Tomlin turns to look at you and your four-fingered
Hands with nice claws tipping the end of them each.
(Ooooh! Pretty pretty! I mean, not for you. But, oooooh!)
Ms.Tomlin smiles again, motioning with her hand.
"Class, you're going to be looking at a ceratosaur soon."
"WHAT?!" You exclaim, as your hands (er, claws? Hmm.)
Finish up completely, and the change proceeds up your arms in earnest, covering them in brown scales.
Within literal seconds, you've lost your hands, them being replaced by the claws and forearms of an animal.
You feel your shoes quickly becoming uncomfortable, and you quickly do your best to take them off your feet.
Which doesn't really work with your current hands,
Since they aren't really made for 50 dollar shoe removal.
Being forced to lose the shoes sucks, but having your
Feet changed from what your normally have to three-digited and clawed predatory feet ain't much better.
By this point, you've fallen over (klutz.) and you're having quite the trouble in trying to stand up.
As both of your legs are covered in brown scales, you manage to get back on your feet finally, grimacing from the pain that seems to be all throughout your body.
Ms.Tomlin ushers the class back, before taking out a secondary syringe. "This is taking too long. You mind?"
You glare at Ms.Tomlin. "Actually, YES, I DO mind, miss."
Ms.Tomlin gives a look of pity as she inserts the syringe
Into your right forearm. "This is how the class works."
"I didn't know that you'd be inserting drugs into people,"
You manage to say, gritting your teeth as your body
Begins to match the rest of your changed self, getting
Bigger and bulkier, along with being covered in scales.
You fall over (AGAIN?), writhing in pain as your T-shirt
You got from goodwill begins to tear apart, the remnants of the Five dollar shirt being scattered in a small area.
You cry out in pain as a counter balance to go with your
Front begins it's process of being a part of you.
The pain you're experiencing from the growing tail is like nothing you've ever gone through in your life.
(Well, except for the body. Or your legs. Or your arms.)
The tail continues it's growth, more pain shooting
Through your body, and you cry out again. (Wuss.)
Your tail's growth ends, which has completely destroyed what remained of your cheap pants from Burlington, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Then you realize your head and neck are still untouched, and you gasp in horror before you feel you neck, much like your body, become more bulkier to help support your head.
You wish you could grab your own head in pain, ignoring the fact that your useful hooman hands have been replaced by claws, which really sucks a LOT.
As your neck is covered in the same dull brown scales as the rest of yourself has been, you brace yourself for the final change to be placed upon yourself. (That sucks.)
You grit your teeth as the change progresses to your head, and it feels like you've been doused in flames.
Your head begins to shape in the manner of a ceratosaur, proceeding to get longer and bulkier, which really sucks.
You feel your mouth's dull Hooman teeth be replaced by razor sharp teeth, some of which stick out of your mouth, gleaming a bright white. (Nice dental plan.)
You want to curse everything at once, except you literally cannot with your current condition, so you end up letting out a roar, which sounds half forced, and also seems to terrify the class, save for Ms.Tomlin.
You shut your eyes tightly, hoping that this is all a practical joke. It might be, it just might be-oh. Nope, it's not. You have quite the nose horn there, pally.
The class stares at you, none of them saying a word.
You stagger BACK onto your new feet, panting slightly,
Just as Ms.Tomlin claps her hands in delight.
"Right, Then! Anyone else going to volunteer for this?"
There's a few murmurs in the group of students,
But you pay little attention to this, mainly because you can't get over what happened to your poor self.
Also, oddly enough, you feel hungry. Stupidly hungry.
Maybe you can get munchies from the group.
Maybe the group can give someone for a snack.
Mayyyyyybe...