Feeling an odd pressure in his hands, Johnny suddenly squeezed the bottle hard enough for it to shatter completely. Shards of glass rained down to the ground, though oddly, none of them stuck into his palm. Looking closer, he saw the reason.
The skin there was starting to discolor as it toughened, a dark greenish hue with rough scales emerging. With a gentle cracking, the bones underneath grew and restructured, his pinky and ring finger fused into one thick digit just before his pointer and middle did the very same. From the tips of these plump green digits, thick black claws pushed outward. The scales ran down his wrist but seemed to stop there.
"Whoa." he said, flexing the strong fingers. He touched his face with them, and found that all of their sensation was still there, dispite the thick nature of his new scales. He grinned a bit at just how sexy they looked, the caress of his left hand trailed down the back of his own neck now "Mmmm..."
Looking at the shards of glass and spilled liquid on the ground, he began to feel wistful for it, desiring more Dinosaur features to match his powerful hands...