Thome 'sssubtle' changesss...

It's Friday morning. At the beginning of the week (and, man, what a week it's been), you noticed the so-called 'stiffness' and 'soreness' and assumed it was tiredness or physical exhaustion or... Whatever half-baked excuse you made. You're not sure if you were being wilfully ignorant, or wilfully stupid, really. Now, here you are, looking at... Well, it's still 'yourself', you guess, in the mirror. You think it's finished and, frankly, if it is, it's the surest sign you've seen yet that your new partner has a sense of humour. Or maybe it's ego, but let's go with humour.

You guess the feet should have been your first cause for concern. When the stiffness became a sort of... Boniness - your skin was a bit too loose, as though it wasn't attached properly to whatever was underneath - you could wilfully ignore that. It was less easy to ignore on Wednesday morning (or maybe it was Tuesday?) when you got out of bed and couldn't put your foot down any more. Overnight, your bones must have adjusted so that you could only walk properly on the balls of your feet, and you were pretty sure your ankles had extended a few inches further up your... Well, legs. It got more pronounced as the week went on, but the worst part was when the flesh started turning... Not quite yellow, but a really sickly colour. Actually, it was as though the flesh was turning greyish and even translucent in areas, which is when the colour yellow came into it.

You were almost afraid your feet were turning gangrenous or something, but even if that were the case, it wouldn't account for why your hands went through the same thing. The bones stayed much the same shape, thank goodness, but you were a bit concerned when your nails (fingers and toes, although the toes... Oh, man) hardened, blackened, and began to grow out like claws. You'd worked out what was going on by then, of course: the needle had pricked you with a little something to twist your genetic material. Only an idiot wouldn't have guessed that by then, being in your position. Although even the idiot would have had to be pretty creative to think up a better explanation for the tail.

Yeah, the tail. Of all the changes, the tail was probably the one you were most pleased to be getting, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a bit, ah... Inelegant in the early stages. Fleshy protrusion; hard to sit down; harder still to hide under your clothes. Less said, the better. Although once the flesh started thinning out and flaking off, it was the hardest thing in the world not to start picking at it. So, you started picking at it. Same with the skin you seemed due to shed on your hands and feet. Just picking at first, like satisfying an itch. But then peeling. Ripping. You couldn't take it too far before it became clear this wasn't going all the way, and you had to stop... But you took it pretty far. It was... Difficult to deal with, once you had a chance to see how far it had come.

You're dodging the question of your face, aren't you? Well, it's to be expected. Even looking at it now, it's... Uncanny, to say the least. It's still your old face, in many ways, which is part of the reason why it's so difficult to... Confront. Oh! Wait, your back! You'd almost forgotten!

See, the funny thing about your back is that you don't get to see it most days. To be honest, you hadn't even realised what had been going on until you went through the whole rip-and-tear thing. It was awkward, to say the least, when you were trying to have a go at the dead skin at the base of your tail, but when you got a good grip on it and peeled it back, and ended up going much further than anticipated, you almost jumped... Well, out of your skin, you suppose.

You guess you're still dancing around the big picture, really. Here you are, on day five of your... Transition. You managed to go into work on Monday, but since then, you've been calling in sick. Yesterday evening, your boss called up to insist that you make the journey in to see him today- apparently, he still needs convincing. Now you're in front of the mirror. What do you see? What are you now?

Well, you're not sure. You're surprised, and maybe a bit relieved, to say that you're not a Reptilian. Not even a Reptilian-hybrid, as far as you can tell without seeing one clearly, though... I don't know, maybe? Perhaps technically. What would you call this? You've got a term in mind, from your time on the internet, but you're pretty loathe to bring it out now. Guess it's the best you can do though.

Snakeboy? Yeah, that's the one. Snakeboi.

I mean, it's a loose description, but you'd say that's what the creamy-yellow scales make you think of. They're almost everywhere, now. Only your head and the front-facing side of your torso are uncovered. Well, you say uncovered... The head's it's own special dilemma, but you were certainly left with a softer, fleshier, hairless 'underbelly', so to speak. Maybe he finds Earth-snakes exotic, like humans? Or... Well... Maybe even a little bit more than humans... You can't deny that His changes are pretty extensive. Even your testicles have retreated such that now, below the slit concealing your smoother, redder, pointed, smaller (smaller?! Yeah, definitely! Shit!) cock, the scaly space between your thighs just goes on to form the underside of your tail, which is pretty flexible, and just about touches the floor. When you woke up this morning, you realised that between your legs, you could see the separate slit that your own asshole had become, unaided. That was a strange sort of moment.

'Snakeboi' doesn't sit right with you, since... Well, for all kinds of sentimental identity reasons, really, but it does seem to be undermined by the fact that you actually have limbs. You hands at least remain structurally human, only... Well, y'know. Scales. Claws. Those make you think 'lizard', personally, and the digitigrade legs add to that- it looks kind of like you have raptor feet, only you look a little bit too adorable to have the same intimidation-factor. It might mean that you're now able to run faster though, if you wanted to really quickly draw everyone's attention to the fact you're a freakish snake-man-raptor-boy abomination. Come to think of it, shouldn't you be taller now? Hang on a moment, let's see here... If anything, you're... Shit... Yeah, definitely. You're actually shorter overall. Not obviously so, but since you're now permanently on tip-toes, it's a darn-sight more obvious to you. Pretty sure you've lost weight, though. Definitely slimmer, aside from your hips, and your butt. Those have rounded out. You've got to admit, for a tall, slim, Reptilian extra-terrestrial, he's got good taste in curves.

That just leaves the head, doesn't it? It's been the slowest change, either because that's how the technology works, or because your owner- uh, you mean, 'He'; that is, the Reptilian you bought, with your savings- anticipated this would be the hardest thing to get used to. I mean, it would make sense if he thought that far ahead. You're sure you're an open book to him, being the primitive Earthling that you are. Anyway, you've had time to get used to it, you suppose... It's just that you feel as though you should be horrified by this. Or outraged, depressed, or something. It's your face though, man. Change is just a part of life. Just about the only thing that hasn't changed is your hair, but you guess that's a particular brand of human novelty worth thinking twice about before throwing away.

The resemblance to your old human face is sort of there, particularly from the front. It's subtler from that angle, but your face sticks further out now, in a rounded-sort of way. Like the snake. Nose has receded though, more noticeably. Finding your ear-holes is tricky. The fangs are a nice addition, particularly since they're retractable (now that's practicality). Perhaps the most obvious difference from the front is this sort of hood-thing, like a cobra's, which comes out at the temples, flares out, and disappears again somewhere around the base of your neck. The eyes, though. The eyes. Sapphire blue, and sure enough, there are the jet-black slits. They're not exactly starry infinity, but they're certainly something. It's going to be a problem if you go into work today. Same with the tongue. Oh yes; you've got a long, forked hisser of your own, now. Shame about the lisp. Although if anything, the tongue might be a bit wider and more flexible than you remember His being, which has you hopeful for might be in store for the future.

The thought brings a coy smirk to your mouth, and you feel a little tingly as your member peeks out a few centimetres from your genital slit. Although you feel a little bit silly doing so, you permit yourself an experimental twirl in front of the mirror, getting used to counter-balance of your tail, and seeing what the best way to bear yourself is in order to project the cutest, sexiest look from your new, serpentine physique. Liking what you see, you narrow your snake-eyes at the mirror and flick out your tongue in an attempt at a 'come-hither' expression. Damn... You do look good. You'd hope so too, after all the doubt and worry you've been put through.

You stop yourself wasting too much time, or arousing yourself too badly at your own reflection, though- you've still only just got out of bed, and you've got to get on with your morning. One unresolved question is still hanging in the air like a bad smell.