The Madame circled Nate, uttering her transformation spell in a language he didn't understand. He began to
feel cold and clammy. He started sweating as he watched the Madame work. He wiped it off, surprised to find it
thick and sticky.
"Madame, do I dare ask what you're doing to me?" asked Nate, feeling very worried.
"I'm turning you into a dragon, my dear," she replied.
"A...a dragon?" exclaimed Nate.
Madame Illusia stepped away as the sweating became more and more profuse. The sweating began to congeal and
build up over him. His limbs began to stick to his body as the mucus like secretions continued. Nate stumbled
and fell down onto the stage, still trying to free himself from the cocoon he was being wrapped in from head
to toe. The cocoon seemed to set up around him as Nate became increasingly calmer and sedate, allow the
transformation to begin.
The audience kept their eye on the cocoon on stage, with the infrequent churning and bubbling sounds, trying
to see the metamorphosis taking place inside.
"Well, it's going to take a while for him to transform completely, in the meantime, do we have another
volunteer?" asked the Madame.
Nate drifted in and out of consciousness, feeling a radiating soreness and dull pain over his body. Just
before he drifted off again, he noticed his hand. His nails were growing out into claws and scales were
growing over his hands. Holy crap, this is really happening, he thought.
Meanwhile, the audience couldn't help but notice the cocoon growing in size on stage. Nate was getting bigger.