Jill was feeling a little excited because she would be getting to choose instead of having it forced on her like the others. The choices were too much though. She couldn't think of anything special to turn into until she saw Josh stretching and spreading his wings out so that they almost touched opposite walls. Jill had always been an adventuresome person willing to try new things.
"I wish I was a dragonness."
The others looked at her with growing fascination as her skin became scaly and turned a frost blue. Giant bat wings burst from her back and small three fingered claws stood at the apex of the wing. Her eyes became slitted and her mouth grew into a muzzle and the others could see wicked looking fangs peeking out. Two long ivory horns, rose from her head and curved slightly. A long lizards tail burst out of her jeans and whipped wildly, flashing a wicked barb before settling down. Her legs expanded into haunches, ripping away what was left of her pants. Her hands and feet turned into claws and she found that she could move her feet just like her hands and probably would have fallen down if not for the balance her tail provided. Using one of her wing hands she tore off what was left of her shirt and saw that she had developed a underbelly, a vivid shade of gold, which hid her tits and groin and with a little experimentation she saw she could cover and uncover these areas with ease. Her forked tongue burst out of her lips and suddenly she could smell everything. A car that had passed by two hours ago, what Kenneth had had for dinner, the pheromones from Allison, and Josh's aftershave. She put her tongue back in and the smells disappeared. She stretched out her wings to their fullest and easily touched the wall, with room to spare. Using a wing claw she flicked off the lights causing the others to lose their awe and give a cry of indignation. Even in the dark though she could see the heat each generated but she must be cold blooded for she couldn't see her claw in front of her. She flipped the lights back on and everyone regained their look of admiration. She picked up the dice with one of her rear feet and passed them to Kenneth, who bowed to her before taking them from her claw. Apparently she had made a good choice, after all, to be loved is to be respected.