The little mogwai fell in love with Billy immediately. Realizing the ways they could show their affection were severely limited while in this form, Greta slipped out from underneath Billy's arm with a sinister plan in mind.
The mogwai made its way to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards, finally returning to Billy's room with a Christmas tin of sugar cookies.
The next morning, Billy awoke to find a slimy green cocoon next to his bed. He saw no sign of Greta anywhere. Could this have anything to do with . . . ?
Billy anxiously called his mom into the room. They both examined the slimy pod. Mrs. Peltzer began asking questions about the mogwai.
"Did you get it wet?"
Billy shook his head.
Mrs. Peltzer's face turned fearful. She could sense bad things arising.
"Did you feed it after midnight?"
Billy shook his head again, but the empty cookie tin and the crumbs all over the floor around it next to the cocoon was giving him doubts.
Billy decided to take this to the only scientist he knew in town, biology teacher Roy Hanson. Mr. Hanson examined the pod at his classroom desk. He'd never seen anything quite like it before, but it reminded him of a caterpillar forming a cocoon and then metamorphosing into a butterfly.
Mr. Hanson agreed to hide it in his classroom and keep an eye on it and maybe even run some tests on it while Billy went to his job at the bank.
That night, the cocoon hatched. Greta crawled out, having transformed into something new. The gremlin found several test tubes filled with chemical concoctions nearby. One in particular caught Greta's eye, and the gremlin downed it. Immediately, Greta felt hit with waves of femininity like she'd never known before.
Breaking in to nearby lockers, Greta found a small make-up kit and a cheerleading uniform that was, miraculously and inexplicably, her exact size.
She eagerly went in to the ladies room and found a mirror to admire her transformation in. Her creamy fur had been replaced with vibrant lime- and lemon-colored scales. Her legs had stretched out long and slender with girlish curves. Her tits and hips and ass were curvy and feminine. Her reptilian eyes were violet and surrounded by long, thick, curved eyelashes. Her hair was long, shiny yellow-green, and silky.
The cheerleading uniform was clinging to her newfound figure like a tight glove.
She got herself all dolled up, applying some purple eye shadow and dark mascara to enhance her come-hither facial features. Finally, she slathered a more than generous amount of lipstick and lip gloss to her wide, full, pouty mouth.
She kissed her own reflection, leaving a perfect sticky print of her lips on the glass.
Now she was dressed to kill . . . Or rather dressed to kiss.
Greta was feeling horny in a way she never had before. Now all she needed was a "victim" to practice using her newly gained womanly wiles on.
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