It's too risky to lose yourself to this SPLENDID body and---- fuck it just cast the spell!
And you did, the room was devoured in light, and everything went dark for you.
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And you woke up. You felt the bed you always had, saw the ceiling that was always there, and smacked your lips as you shrugged off the grogginess of sleep. Then it hit you: was all that just happened just a dream? You are still groggy, but you decided to at least put your hand into view.
And out appeared a lion's paw.
That immediately woke you up. You became a scrambling mess but out of body memory you in front of a closet mirror to confirm what was going on.
You were still the Lion. The cartoonishly, anthromorphic Lion made of rubber, almost as if it was more of a living costume or suit. As before you check yourself again but you were in more of a panic because it felt like you couldn't shrug this off as a nightmare.