My vision slowly comes back in a blur as I reluctantly sit up from the strange occurrence. Honestly, how on earth could a rock cracking cause me to black out? This just made no sense and I was going try to get to the bottom of this. I rub my head as I rise to my feet, unaware of the sting in my left arm just below my shoulder.

      I run a couple of fingers along the crack of the strange stone to the point where it had paused, and a sudden shriek escapes my lungs when a what seems like an eye with an iris of turquoise and silted pupil appears in the crack, and causes me to stumble all the back to the pond, falling into the shallow shore.

      "Well that's just great." I grumble standing up in soaked clothes and the water seeping into my shoes. I decide to remove my now heavy of water hoodie and wade out of the pond to hang it on a branch on the apple tree to leave it to dry. I give quick thought of examining the stone again, but honestly, I'm sort of scared on it now. So, instead I make my way to my bag to grab one of the extra sets of clothes I packed, but that's when I finally notice why there was so much pain in my arm.

      Gasping, I pull back my sleeve to reveal a beautiful sky blue silhouette of a dragon (picture on top of page) what seems like it's inked into my arm.

      "How did that get there?" I mumble, dropping what I had grabbed and make my way back over to the pond to it get a better look at this new tatto. A sudden chill runs down my spine as I trace the edge of the dragon, and I discover something crazy. I squint my eyes and and lower my head closer to my arm when I catch the sight of faint lines appearing on the tatto in my reflection in the water. As I continue to watch these lines form in a curved overlapping pattern, I graze my hand over what I believed was ink on my skin, but what I do feel caused my eyes widen. It's cold, has the same texture as the lines give off in appearance, and I'm positive that what I'm feeling right now was for sure not skin anymore. I do recognize this texture from when herpetologist came to school and I got to hold the rep...tiles... he brought.

      THERE IS SCALES FORMING ON MY SKIN!!!

      So far these blue scales are luckily contained to the the silhouette for now, but I jinx my perdicament by letting out a sigh of relief while picking at a scale finding it to be stuck to me and it's not coming off any time soon. A sharp pain starts up in my shoulder blades, as it grew more intense as I'm basically forced to bend over as the pain grows to its most intense point where I scream out at these emense feelings in agony. My scream shortly turns an inhuman roar as huge, hollow, spines to wings, clearly not in any shape of a known animal, burst out of my back and shredding straight through my white t-shirt. I snag a quick glimpse back at these new appendages with my hands slapped over my mouth, terrified of the sound that I somehow made, to watch them become cloaked in white scales as a double sided membrane forms between the spines and connecting them together with thin flexible white scales on the outside and glimmering golden scales on the inside. It's definitely a strange sensation to say the least when I'm able to feel nerves to these new limbs connecting to my brain so I now have control over them. And despite the pain and doubts I had before... I feel wonderful! This is probably the best day of my life!

      Moving one of my newly grown wings to in front of me, I come to the conclusion that these were wings only worthy to belong to a powerful dragon. The simple rule of thumb of putting two and two together allows me realize what's happening to me, which causes a smile of pure joy to form and spread across my face.

       I'm tempted to test out my new wings, but my time of joy is tamped with when my hands become stiff and grow even more so, to the point where I can no longer move them and my fingers are now locked in a position as if I was going type on a keyboard other than my ring and pinky fingers which are stuck together as if they were glued. The next part is kinda odd, the joints at the base of my fingers begin to fade into a light solid gold, round and smooth out as it travels to convert the rest. The two fingers that are stuck began to do the same, but only that parts on the outside turns gold, because they begin to push into each other, and the pressure builds up to an uncomfortable level. I bite my lip with my eyes shut tightly when I feel a crack in my former hands. Then tension in them diminishes and I can feel and move them again, so I open my eyes to four sharp, long claws attached to each palm right in my face.

      I smile contently, now perfectly fine with my changes and sit down, eagerly waiting for what could and would come next. Its a good decision on my part to sit down, because my shoes quickly become very uncomfortable. Removing my shoes is a whole other story, when you only have eight claws for hands that is, doing simple task such as that is a lot harder than it looks. I do manage to remove my shoes in time, but I can't salvage my socks. I find out that my feet has shared a similar fate to my hands when three claws that were identical to the ones I already have, only slightly shorter, tear right through those now useless to me garments. I decide to make this next part of my transformation run a little more smoothly by tearing away what is left of my socks with my front claws to reveal white scaled covered, toeless, feet. Sighing with a hint of excitement, I sit back, relax and let everything unfold. A few pops occur in the bones of my feet that grow out about a centimeter longer as they took on a digitigrade pose. I coo in utter bliss as white scales crawl along my legs to begin their conversion, in turn tickling my skin as it did so. Small jolts of pain are sent through my nerves as my legs crack and change shape into those of a quadrupedal. While they lengthen about thirty centimeters, a small, curved, claw that matches the rest, push out of my feet where my heels used to be.

      The whole section does cause my jeans to tear apart and segments are trapped on separate parts of my legs, but I'm too happy at the moment to really worry or care about that.

      Pressure begins to build up at the base of my spine, and I'm very excited for this next change, but grimace at the now uncomfortable amount of stored pressure that makes it seem like I could burst at any moment. Then relief comes in one of the most painful ways imaginable, as I have already dug my claws into the wet floor of the pond to pull myself up slightly to reduce the pain. I accidentally bellow out a another loud roar as a huge, powerful, and long tail thrust out of my backside, pushing what remains of my jeans out of the way with ease and is quickly over run by more white scales. Though despite doing my best, my efforts to keep upright are not successful, as the sudden force from my tail growth forces me to topple over onto my side. This is the first time my new scales have been exposed to the sensation of touch since gaining them, luckily they still work the same way as human skin, and if anything is different I have to say that they are even more sensitive than before. I'm able to quickly maintain control of  my tail when a sharp spade emerged from the tip that shared the gold shade as the rest of my gold parts, giving a resemblance to a leaf.

      I continue to smile contently, looking at my new tail that sways behind me instinctively with joy once I regain my sitting position. A little unsure what would be next for me, but I don't care, I'm having the best time of my life. But my question was soon answered when my upper chest grows rather tight. Not stiff like my former hands, I can feel the scales on my lower half begin to spread again, though they avoid my stomach. The reason as to why was easily explain, because thicker, stronger and much larger golden scales that form a V across my grow where my chest has tightened and make their way down to fill the empty space on my front, even covering the bottom of my tail. And with each set of scales that travel across my belly, that spot would bulge out with a large amount of muscle to provide a bit of bulk and balance. At the same time as my chest being covered, my heart begins to beat at a much faster rate, and with each pump, a freezing sensation courses through my veins. When my heart rate finally drops, a cool breath slips past my lips and I come to the realization that I have become cold blooded, and thus less of a need for environmental heat.

      I lift my wings less than a few centimeters to watch my white scales move along, and maybe only ten seconds have passed before the entirety of my arms to be transform into scale covered limbs that gain just under an extra sixty centimeters in length. I giggle cheerfully as I feel soft pads form underneath the scales on all four of my palms officially making them into paws.

      I decide to pass the time by playing with the water as my spine snaps confirming my permanent stay as a quadrupedal. Once again, I really don't care, and besides, personally those are my favorite type of dragons anyways.

      Of course, the best is saved for last.

      I let my eyes fall softly shut as the scales grow all around my neck and they seem to extend my neck to quite an impressive height, about a meter to be exact. My head is pushed forward so my neck is now connected to the back of my head, and moving my hair out of the way causing it to fall out. The rest swiftly disconnects from my skull as my scalp is replaced by scales, and that's the only real thing that makes me sad about this whole transformation, due to how much time and effort I would put into making my hair look decent every day. My nose and mouth suddenly snap as they jut out of my face, quickly followed by my jaw, then my nose sinks into my new snout, but my nostrils flare up at the tip of it. My eye sockets are forced to the side of my head to giving me a wider range of vision and to make room for my muzzle, then reconstructing to a larger size and it's shape is narrowed. In my mouth, my teeth sharpen with a few of the fangs hanging out over my jaw, and my tongue grows out to fit my muzzle, gaining a fork cut at the tip. My ears lengthen and narrow as they folded back against my reformed head, and two twin, gold colored, curved back horns grow on top of my head, two stubby horns emerge from where my chin used to be, then a final short one pops out of where my new one is.

      The last change was gaining one last extension, as my spine from the tip of my muzzle to the tip of my tail, cracks open for sharp, flat, curved in a wave pattern scales to be forced out.

      Letting out another mighty roar, this one of pure joy and pride, my transformation draws to a close.

      The questions in my head increase by the second, and to save myself the headache, I decide not to question it. After all, somehow, I just turned into a fudging dragon-and a pretty sick one at that! Who am I to complain?

      Maybe this is just a dream... I think as I climb out of the pond, But it sure doesn't feel like it. I reason, remembering the excruciating pain I experienced during my transformation. As droplets of water roll of my gleaming white scales, I note that they seem to be waterproof, rather than absorbing water like most others things would. I want to reach out and touch the scales to see if they're oily or something, but seeing as I now have claws for fingers, that won't be happening any time soon. Which brings up another question:

     Will I turn back into a human eventually?

     I hope not. Who knows what kind of powers I have now, along with flying and tough scales. As a human, what did I have that's better than this? The only thing I can think of that I'll actually miss is my hair, but weighing that against my new appearance, it's livable. Flexing my wings, I pace around and start to get adjusted to my new body. It's only a few seconds later, while I'm walking near the apple tree, that there's a soft crunch and something shatters under my foot. Lifting it up and craning my head down to investigate, I see pieces of what looks like came from those rock thingys. Squinting, I notice the inside of it seems to be a little moist.

     Suddenly there's a tiny squeal-the sound a young velociraptor might make-and my head shoots up, all my muscles tensing. And right then, when my gaze lands on the small creature gazing up at me with two big turquoise eyes, that I realize what the strange round rocks are. Because they are, in fact, not stones. They're eggs.

      Dragon eggs.

Hey guys! Little Lachy as finally achieved dragon hood, now is he up to the task of handling fatherhood? So this chapter was done a little differently where I wrote 3/4 of the chapter and @DarkDisco7 did the last couple of paragraphs. That's all I can think of for now and thanks for the support.

Till next time;

Stay strong my cookie lovers!

~Dolphin