Immersed in your magazine, you ignore the scales slowly creeping out from the green polish that is the same shade as the sea. These scales are colored gold, like sun. When the scales reached your elbow, however they began to progressively turn greenish. Shrinking just enough so that the small Asian woman seemed average size. A small pair of fins, spiny and deep blue, stick out of your back only to fold neatly against the chair. A panel in the wall rotated from showing a padded cage display an ebony panther to empty tank. Slightly taller than you used to be. Then Kim dexterously lifted you and dumped you in the tank. "I am sorry," she said "but the mistress needed a new exhibit. People got bored with the panther rather quickly, and I think those polishes cost a lot of money."