Bobby sat down on his couch, his arms folded. He watched his T.V screen intently, waiting for his favorite show to come on. It was 11:59. He yawned, remembering his test in the morning. Screw it, Bobby thought. I need sleep. He begrudgingly pulled himself up off of the couch, and started to reach for the remote. Tomorrow was his 15th Birthday. Actually, in about 10 seconds it would be his birthday. Tick, tick...12:00. A tired grin spread across his face, and he began to hum the Happy Birthday song while pressing the power button. The screen became black, and so did the room. Bobby suddenly felt the skin on his left arm itch quite violently. He bit his lip, and began to scratch. It felt good, until he realized that his skin was flaking off under his nails. With a curse, Bobby scrambled to the light switch on the wall, and flicked it on. His eyes shot down to his arm, and he froze. His skin was falling off, and where it had already came off, Bobby could see green bumps. No, he realized with a hysterical giggle. Not bumps. Scales. His entire body began to itch, seemingly since he realized what was happening. He was shedding. Bobby began to cry. What the hell was happening to him?! He couldn't help but to scratch at his skin, and soon, a pile of it lay at his feet. It just felt so...good. His fingernails began to feel warm and buzzy, like when your foot falls asleep. Bobby lifted them to the light and saw that they were turning black and started to become pointed. Another hysterical giggle escaped his throat, and he took off his shoes and socks, since his toenails felt the same. Sure enough, they darkened and sharpened. Bobby's skin was now falling off in sheets, and the scales gleamed almost spitefully. His eyes twitched, and he began to notice a pressure right at the bottom of his spine. Bobby slowly took his shirt off, and almost vomited when skin slid off with it. His fingers slowly traveled to his tailbone, and he almost screamed when he felt a protruding bump, growing longer by the second. It burned as it moved around, seemingly on it's own accord. It was covered with green scales. Soon, as it became known to Bobby that it was indeed a tail, he could move it as easily as his own arm. Suddenly, his face ached. His gums ached. "I...I'm turning into a lizard." Bobby grinned crazily. He stuck his tongue out, and it suddenly split in two, and he could...smell with it. No, he could sense with it. It felt so natural to flick it out every few seconds. Bobby's teeth began to sharpen into fangs, all off them. He looked at himself in the mirror and grinned, his teeth gleaming. He had, by now, completely lost it. His eyes closed, but instead of his upper eyelid just coming down, his new bottom eyelid came up to meet it. His pupils narrowed into slits, and his tail lay comfortably around his feet. Bobby's toes started to burn. He looked down in alarm, but they were only growing longer. The itching stopped as the last of his skin fell off. He looked at himself in the mirror, and a cackle escaped his lips. "Happy Bithday to me, Happy Birthday to me..."