As I got back home, I tossed my chef’s coat on the island as I threw my shoes and socks to the wayside as I walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet as I took out one of those cobalt glass bottles before untying the twine knot and pulled the string breaking/peeling the wax away from the neck as I undid the tie revealing the cork in it as I used my nail to pop it. I looked at the bottle before sniffing it and almost winced at the strongness, it was this almost nail polish like acridness mixed with an extreme floral overtone and an underlying cloying sweetness. The potion sloshed in the bottle the consistency of cough syrup and as I tipped it a little with my finger blocking the neck, the potion that was on my finger was a dark, dark purple color and sticky enough that it made strings span between my finger and the mouth of the bottle. Every cell of my being was telling me that this is not edible and it’s going to be extremely gross, but…I knew I had to drink it. I can handle drinking something like this for a few days if it means keeping myself and everyone else around me safe.
“Salut” I said to myself as I looked out the glass door towards the night sky, the moon a day or two from being full enough to start effecting me, so down the hatch. It might have been my bad habit in school, along with every person, that whenever there was a party of making the world’s strongest jungle juice with whatever we were able to sneak out of our parents liquor cabinets along with whatever juices, candy, fruit or other things we could find. The potion still made me gag at the first swallow, it had that sticky film across my mouth and throat that cough syrup does, but with this strange almost static feeling of numbness along my throat and mouth making my tongue go numb and pliant as I smacked my lips as I looked at it. it was a floral tasting as it smelt making me think for a moment I had just drank a bottle of perfume or something, but I knew I had to drink the entire bottle to get the proper effects, so I shook my head a little before taking the next drink of it.
I coughed at the next drink as the tingling numbness shifted to an almost caustic burning, like drinking grain alcohol almost by the feeling, but I cleared my throat before drinking the last of it, leaning my head back letting gravity do most of the work as I let the potion just fall down my throat because my throat was starting to reject wanting to drink it as I gripped the arm of the couch with my other hand before the last of the potion fell out of the bottle and down my throat. I gasped and coughed softly as I looked at the empty bottle before I shook my head as I tossed the bottle into the recycle can and almost let myself collapse on my bed and go to sleep, but there is no way I am getting in bed after work without bathing. So, I dragged my tired body into the bathroom as I got in the shower, the hot water feeling extremely comforting as it ran over my skin.
As I looked down at my arms and legs in the shower, the light let me see where my skin seemed to shift and twist as the thick, plate like scales of an alligator’s hide bloomed across the outside of my arms and legs, slowly moving inwards and covering more and more skin, my fingers did that same split as the fronts of my fingers painfully shifted into claws, but my body a bit more used to it, only a few drips of blood splatted against the white floor of the shower. I leaned my head back as the hot water washed over my face, my eyes closed as the heat sank deep into my body as I breathed through my sharpening teeth as I sighed deeply as my body seemed satiated for now at this point.
There was part of me that wanted to stay in the shower, the whole “this is my home now” feeling of being in the shower, but I was able to get myself out of the water before I ran my water-bill up to a triple digit or something. As I looked in the mirror as I dried myself off, the scales had entirely covered my arms and legs in this deep, dark almost black greenish tone that faded to an evergreen over the center of the diamond shaped scales that faded to my skin-tone along my front, down my spine they faded to black and thickened into almost spikes that followed my spine, there was a strange almost oily opalescent sheen to the scales…and a tail was now coiling off the small of my back, long enough to drag a few inches behind me, thick and muscled just like a regular alligator, thickly spiked and scaled, but because I’ve never had a tail, the muscles were weak and pliant because I had no idea how to move it at all. My hands were adorned with those huge claws as black as ink which was matched on my feet, my ears were more pinned back and their points sharper and further extended, pushing my hair back and off the sides of my head. I opened my mouth a little and saw that the inside of my mouth had bleached out to that creamy stark white of a gator’s mouth, even my tongue was white, but all of my teeth were thin, conical points and my eyes were white-less, just solid chartreuse with thin slitted pupils.
“Weird” I said quietly, it was…a little odd trying to talk with these teeth, but not impossible. “This is…going to take a lot of getting used to” I added as I turned my head and looked at how the scales had entirely coated the sides of my neck, sprawling across my jaw and peppering out across my cheekbones and temples.
Most people assume I’m Hispanic or something because of my complexion, but honestly I and my family, we just can’t pin down exactly what we are, my parents both did those heritage tests and we’ve got pretty much everything and anything, but the sheer miasma that is my genetics made most people think I am Hispanic because: warmer tanned skin, I’m average height, dark eyes, no facial hair and black curly hair, I don’t have full kinky curls like my mother that can be styled in a full afro, my hair at its curliest is akin to Sherley Temple spring-curls. I went through my usual night-time routine, I was taught to keep care of my skin and hair, so I cracked open my jar of coconut oil and just slathered my scales in it, from what the group has told me…scales need to be kept well, so oiling and keeping my scales hydrated was important. I also used a rat-tail comb to split my curls as I ran my fingers along them with a few various balms and things as I pulled all of them back and twisted them up and tied a scarf around my hairline and covered it all, so I could sleep and not get all the products on my things. Silk pillowcase is best for sleeping on when I treat my hair like this, I don’t do it every night, but few times a month. As much as I wanted to get my regular pajamas on, the stories the others told me about hulking out of their clothes lingered at the back of my mind, so…I let myself sprawl out across my bed, naked and oiled as I let myself get pulled into sleep.
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