You look through the aisle dedicated to shampoos. Like all the other aisles, it ids also dedicated to fantasy themes. There are no usual brands, or known brands whatsoever, in fact. Most appeal to the interest of customers by displaying female elves with incredible luscious locks, even if these are mere pictures. There are also pictures of centaurs or unicorns, among others you do not recognize. Fantasy isn't really your thing. You've never been interested in it and have merely looked at it as something befitting geeks and nerds. You prefer attempting to belong in the more popular crowd, the sort that are shown by Abercrombie & Fitch ads. And you're doing a good job as you and your friends are just below the "in group". Wait... This store caters to nerds so maybe you should get out and away? But you need a shampoo bottle. And one has the picture of a woman draped in veils like a maiden from Arabian Nights, showing off dark curly hair and demurely hidden breasts. Her lower boduy is that of a snake and her eyes reflect all the temptations in the world. The setting is a desert and the shampoo indeed resembles yellow and white sand. The bottle is in fact shaped like a magic lamp on top. The price is decent and the scent actually nice, smelling of spices, patchouli, citrus fruits and incense. Maybe you can just try it out. If no one sees you here... And who knows, it might help you in your quest to popularity? You do wish to become a temptress for guys, after all. They decide who's popular by who excites their lower instincts the most. As if they didn't like it. Ha! The shampoo is called "Desert Scales" and after purchase you decide to try it that very evening, as you soak in the bathtub, the bathroom for you only.
Your doubts related to the shampoo soon fade away. It was cheap but not a lower brand for dweeb girls either. The scent hasn't vanished away as soon as it was out of the bottle. On the contrary, it embalms the entire room. It is divine! You really have the impression of being in a lush palace in the middle of a oasis, pampered by oriental delicacies of all sorts. After indulging in the shampoo, you wrap yourself in the delicious moment and you sink below the water, enjoying every second and wishing it'd never end. Your wish is about to come true, though, and fast. Suddenly, the skin and bones from your waist down start to ache tremendously. You emerge from the soapy water, aghast as you watch your dark brown hair darken fully and your shoulders and arms get tough and scaly. Worse, your legs elongate and fuse together, muscles becoming one and your bones arranging themselves and growing out. Your skin darkens too, becoming g not pale but caramel-like in tone. Your eyes become a deep chocolate brown. Your hips and breasts expand and your face becomes fuller, as if bursting with health, youth and vigour. You see from the mirror that you have changed into a gorgeous Arabic woman with a deep red snake tale, very reminiscent of the image on the shampoo bottle. You blink, astounded. You then clutch your head, hissing thorough fangs and a forked tongue. New imperatives, urges and instincts are now imprinted upon your brain and it is hard to resist them. What shall you do? What should you do?