A moment of thinking the matter led Dave to make his big decision, on a clean sheet, he picked up the Gold Pen and wrote on it:
‘I am an Anthropomorphic Lizard of the size and shape that I am visualising in my mind. What I am wearing will adjust to accommodate my new body.’
Moments later, he felt something happening to him, fast. Looking at his hands, he saw the pale skin turn hard, green, scaled with thick black claws pushing through the ends. Dave could feel this running up his arms, with a similar sensation working its way up his legs, past his crotch, along his torso and up his neck.
His face pushed out hard, and Dave gasped as he saw his nose widen and flatten, before melting into what had to be his new upper snout, sharp teeth replacing the old group of incisors, canines, pre-molars and molars that used to occupy it and were in fact needing some work on them. He could’ve sworn he heard a crunch as his head pushed down a bit as his eyes moved away slightly, though still aiming forwards enough for good binocular vision. Finally, the seat backrest was forced away from him as a new appendage sprouted from the base of his spine, barely giving him the time to stand using the desk for support.
Once it had stopped, Dave could take the time to look at himself. Clearly far taller than he used to be, possibly seven foot tall now, heavy muscle. Turning to see behind himself, he noticed the thick tail, moving under his command. A hand between his legs alerting him to the fact that his penis was still there, but larger and thicker than before. Opening the fly to pull it out, he noted the finer scales along it, and a complete lack of hair, nor was the any on his head when he checked with his other hand.
Slipping into the side toilet room his new office granted him, not much more than a toilet, sink and mirror with a towel on the side. He looked at his new face, eyes with red irises and vertical slit pupils.
“Whoa.” He couldn’t help but hiss out, surprised at how different his own voice sounded to him. “It really workss.” The hiss at the end catching him off guard. Opening his snout and showing his tongue revealed it to be long, a little thin and a deep purple colour.
Slipping out again, Dave managed to sit back down with a little effort, propping up his head with his elbows on the desk. His gaze lowered itself to meet the Pen.
“Sso, you work then?” He said to himself as he picked it up again, the possibilities it gave him racing through his mind as idea after idea came to him. “Now what will I do next?”