Lucas looked around to get an idea for upgrading his brothers picture. Soon his eyes landed on a book-cover featuring a dragon, which he loved. That was it, he would draw his brother with some dragon aspects. So Lucas took a dark and a light green crayon out, which fitted to the book-cover, and started with some big wings on his brothers back.
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You were down in the living room, reading on the couch. As Lucas didnīt want to eat right now you had decided you didnīt need to prepare anything right now. And as long as Lucas was drawing in his room, you could read in silence.
Suddenly you felt an itch on your back, which you tried to ignore. When it got stronger you started to rub your back on the couch, but it didnīt get any better. Sighing, you marked your page in the book before heading towards the bathroom. Maybe a quick shower would help.
You hadnīt taken more then a few steps from the couch when the itch turned to an uncomfortable pressure, as if something was growing and was denied space by your shirt. Then, just as you start to lift your shirt you were thrown forward as something broke free back there, shredding your shirt to pieces. As you turn your head you watch in a mix of fascination and shock as some dark green limbs grow bigger, soon nearly as long as your whole body, looking like impossible wide spread, long fingers. As soon as they stopped growing out it started to tickle down the whole new limbs, as a light green, nearly transparent skin started to stretch between the fingers, connecting them. That is when you realize that this were wings. Wings attached to your back.
As the membrane finished growing you tried to move the wings, and it was rather easy to do so, sending a gust of wind around you, which let the shreds of your shirt fly around the room. That's really cool, but why have I gotten wings? you think, still on your hands and knees as you carefully fold your wings onto your back.