Making myself rich and beautiful was all well and good, but, even if nobody should have this kind of power, I didn't think there would be any harm in seeing what else it can do. After all, If changing the world one way was as easy as writing in this book, changing it back shouldn't be any harder than writing the way things used to be, right? Or maybe even just writing a "not" into a sentence I'd already written, like; “I, Katy Jones, am NOT a modestly wealthy college student with silky brunette hair..." Not that I felt like testing that theory on that particular sentence!
I wanted to try something really out there, bring to life a fantasy that was actually impossible. And well, let's be real, I had a LOT more impossible fantasies than "technically possible, but unlikely" ones, like becoming wealthy and beautiful. Traveling to a fairy kingdom, meeting mythical creatures, maybe even BECOMING mythical creatures... I'll admit, I'd picked up a bit of a transformation fetish when I was a teen, and that was a fantasy I made a point of keeping to myself, until now. Same with my interest in furries.
I wanted to feel what changing like that would be like, myself, but I'd just gotten my new and improved body, and I wasn't ready to drop it JUST yet. I put the tome in my backpack, and left my dorm, headed for the Gilbert Center. It was a small building on the campus, officially used to display the accolades earned by notable students of the college. But for the geekier students on campus, its open floor plan, long open hours, and lack of attention from most staff or other students, made it a popular meeting spot for tabletop RPGs, card and video game competitions, or just chilling out and talking. With the majority of the classes over for the day, there were sure to be a few people who'd be great subjects for a little prank with my newfound power.
Sure enough, once I stepped inside, I could immediately see two guys from my physics class, Richard Abner and Gary Jensen, at a folding table going head to head in one of the more obscure trading card games. Even without knowing the rules, I had a good guess that Gary was winning. The kid was a diligent researcher who'd find whatever it took to win, even in the little things. Then off to the side, on a worn-out sofa, sat Brenda Verdan and Natalie Christoph, alternating debating on which magical girls would win in a fight, and which shonen heroes who'd never spoken to each other would make the best yaoi pairing. In the corner was a guy who's name I'd never gotten, but who sat in front of me in pre-calc. He was busy writing away on a sketchpad, being careful with the angle he held it to make sure that nobody could get a clear look at what he was drawing. I think one time, in the lunch line, I'd caught a quick glimpse of a sketch of a fox anthro hugging a planet in his backpack, but I might have just been seeing what I wanted to see. And lastly, over by the drinking fountain, stood Flynn Cussler, my chemistry lab partner, who'd shared my interest in fantasy novels, and even recommended me a few. He was a pretty upbeat guy, always there to lend a hand if you asked, and never seemed to let a bad grade or a rough day get him down. Like me, before I'd changed, he was pretty unassuming looking. A little overweight, kinda short, dealing with rashes from eczema. He'd make a fun first subject.
"Hey Flynn," I called over to him. "What's up?"
He turned away from the fountain, wiping the water off his lip. "Oh, hey Katy. I'd just finished up my homework, so I thought I'd drop by here and see if anyone was up to anything interesting. Seems like everybody's already occupied, though." He shrugged. "What about you?"
Well, the fact that he recognized me meant that any change made by the tome would probably be seen as normal. Good. Might as well try this right out in the open, then.
"I was looking for someone to help me try a little... something." I pulled out the RealiTome, and got to writing. "Give me a second here..."
"Flynn Cussler is," I wrote, leaving an intentionally longer space between those three words and the next, to write down a "not" when I was done having fun, and return him to normal, "a strong, ruggedly handsome snake anthro, and my loyal, obedient, and well-paid servant." For a little fun, I added "All anthros can wear as much or as little clothing as they want, without complaint from humans."
I watched with baited breath after I lifted the pen, the pages flashing golden once more. Flynn shivered slightly, before a similar golden light enveloped him, and gradually changed him, as if the book somehow knew I'd want to watch.
I saw his belly shrinking down, while his upper body expanded, his shoulders growing broader, and his arms, thicker. All his body hair fell away, vanishing into nothingness, and in it's place grew hundreds of thousands of scales, in alternating bands of bright red and deep black. His fingernails shrank back into his hands, and in their place, little black claws, carefully filed down to be blunt, emerged.
A quick glance at the other students confirmed there was no reaction, which was good for him, and for me not looking suspicious, but a small part of me kind of wanted to see how they'd react to this, and how he'd react to them seeing him change. Ah well, you can't have everything.
His now-bald head became a little shorter, the extra mass seeming to get pushed forward into an angular, boxy snout. His ears seemed to disappear, while his tongue grew longer, and split in two at the tip, occasionally flicking out instinctively. His eyes, already wrapped in a band of black scales, turned the same red shade as the other half of his scales, his pupils narrowing to thin slits.
His clothing began to dissolve into the golden light around him, and his spine quickly grew longer and longer, stretching into a thick, powerful, six-foot snake tail, which his body easily balanced itself on. Which was good, as his legs and feet were quickly shrinking away to nothing.
What remained of his clothing unraveled and re-wove itself into a hip pack, the contents of his pockets flying into it, The pack somehow rested comfortably where the human-like upper-body met the more rounded lower body. And looking at it led my eyes right to his washboard abs, and up from there to his big pecs, no longer hidden by his shirt.
I somehow managed to stop myself from staring as the transformation ended, the golden light faded, and Flynn came to again.
He blinked, the transformation not getting rid of his eyelids, apparently. "What did you need help with, my mistress? Does it have something to do with that book?"
"Oh, this? It's... nothing. Don't worry about it. I was getting ahead of myself. I'll need help with some cleaning later this evening."
"Oh, okay, Mistress."
Oh, this was awesome! A real, live anthro! Nothing like Flynn had existed up to this point! With this book, I was starting to think that anything might actually be possible. I couldn't just put it down now! I had to play with it, just a little more.