The pink anthro dragoness winched my feral scaly hide into a empty cell they kept for dragons who'd
drunk spiked Fire Whisky,and there I lay for the next 3 days as the cursed potion in my system
was slowly metabolized away.
Then my body shrank and altered and I awoke to find I was Joey Russell the human teenage boy again.
The stabbing pain in my left hand told me the price I'd be paying for my humanity,3 of my fingers
on that hand were missing,now bagged as evidence for the detectives investigation into my late grisly
demise.
Officer Malone told me I now shared the same curse as dragons do,drink the potion,get sprinkled
with Holy Water or face a blessed crucifix and I'd be in need of a veterinarian rather then a
human doctor.
She shook my hand,and wished me luck in my new existence as a non-person...