Wasting no time you quickly disrobe and grab the leather loincloth, pulling it up around your waist before securing it a cloth sash, barely noticing a tightening between your legs as you do so.
Next you pull on the harness and arm cops, both lightweight leather. _"The better to help you run through the swamps and jungles."_ You think to yourself. Next you lean against the wall of the changing room as you start wrapping your _clawed_ feet with thick cloth binding before tying the wraps off and pulling leather sleeves around your lower legs to secure the binding further.
Satisfied, you do the same with your _scaley_ arms, shivering in pleasure and _whiping your tail about_.
Lastly you mark yourself with chalk, Ash, and dye, your _reptilian snout_ now patterned like a skull and your _scaley_ stomach patterned with ribcage like lines.
Unable to control yourself any longer you pull aside your loincloth to reveal your needy reptilian slit, engorged members already erect as you begin to stroke them. Your clawed hands gliding up and down with practiced ease, you feel your changes nearing completion as your mind finishes changing, your interest in females disappearing as you are assaulted with images of lizardmen breeding and being bred, filling each other up with enough semen to fertilize each other's eggs, having their stomach swell as their pregnancy advances, and finally laying clutch after clutch of eggs. Orgasming at that last thought, your newly minted identity solidifies. You are Razul, a lizardman scout hired by a team of adventures to help them find and defeat a necromancer hiding deep within your native jungle.
Adjusting your loincloth with one hand to cover your now semi-erect members and grabbing your weapons you head for the door, eager to continue your quest (and hopefully snag a "bonus payment" from Imeriel, the adventures' dark elf rogue.