As you pull back from the odd sex book, you rub your finger where you had gotten the cut. Even though it healed, you feel like you should still feel some pain from it, something at least that showed you had been cut. This mansion was becoming stranger and stranger by the minute, and half of your mind insists that you should turn around and leave while you still have the choice.
However, the other half of your mind is begging you to keep walking through the mansion and check things out, and for some reason, you just have to follow that little urge.
Walking away from that room, you barely notice an itching sensation creeping up along your belly, emanating from your belly button and moving out in all directions. You scratch at it, but that only makes it worse. Reaching down to lift up your shirt, you see that you are growing scales. It's amazing, but they are the same jet black scales as the one in the dragon in the book.
Frantically, you pull on the scales, but that only makes them grow faster, further. Already the ones moving upwards have reached your chest, and as the scales move, they do something even stranger.
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