It started out like any other normal day. That is, if your version of "normal" is having a dragon god live on the same street as you. I was walking by the house when I saw the dragon wasn't there. I didn't think much of it, though. He was probably taking some little kid for a ride. I wouldn't blame the kid. It's not every day you see an actual, flesh and blood dragon.
Later that night, I was watching TV when I got a weird sensation. I stepped outside to get some fresh air, and then sand-colored scales began appearing on my right arm. "Scales?" I try to scratch them off, but they climb down to my hand and up to my shoulder.
When the scales reach the top of my shoulder, a wings rip out of the skin in my back. I scream in pain, which quickly turns into a roar as the scales spread up my neck and down my other arm.
Breathing heavily, I fall onto all fours as my legs and spine reshape for the new posture with loud, satisfying snaps. A tail with a scorpion barb at