Mikey had always been an early riser, and on this particular morning he awoke feeling refreshed and energetic. He practically leapt out of bed, and started for the hall, eager to get downstairs and monopolize the PS2 for a precious few minutes before his mom made him start getting ready for school.
That was the plan, anyway. What actually happened was that he took a few awkward steps, realized something was wrong with his feet, and stumbled, face-planting into the carpet. It hurt, but Mikey was good at taking falls without injury. He lifted himself back to a sitting position, and immediately wondered when his hair had gotten long enough to fall into his eyes, and when it had ever been red. He lifted a hand to brush it away, but froze.
The skin on his hand was red. Not ruddy, nor I-got-rugburn-from-hitting-the-carpet red; actual, honest-to-God red skin. Slowly, Mikey began to realize what had happened; he must have changed during the night! But what had he become? He looked down at his legs. No wonder he'd tripped; his feet had gotten really long, and now they ended in hooves, which he'd been walking on. Mikey carefully stood up on his new hooves; his balance was shaky, but he could stand.
A tail swished around his legs, covered in bare red skin. What had he become? It was time to find out. Mikey turned to face the mirror, which revealed a young demon-creature in somewhat battered pajamas. This was freaky enough, but there was something about reflection that unsettled Mikey even more. Maybe it was just the hair, but his face...it didn't look like a boy's face. He clapped a hand to his crotch, then gasped.
Jon was stirred out of a peaceful slumber by a girly shriek. He nearly got up, but he could hear running footsteps in the hall, which meant that Mom was dealing with it. He buried his head deeper in the pillow, hoping to block out any further noise. Why couldn't Zoe be more quiet? He needed the sleep!
...wait. That wasn't Zoe. Zoe's voice was somewhat deeper, and much throatier. This had sounded much more like a youngr girl. Maybe it was just Mikey, but it certainly sounded like a girl. Where would a girl Mikey's age come from? How would she have gotten in the house? And why was she screaming? Maybe this did need looking into. Jon rolled onto his back,then wondered why it felt like he was twisting at the waist. He sat up, and immediately wished that he didn't have a mirror installed on the wall across from the foot of the bed.
Reflected there was a shapely blond girl, her unusually long lower body covered by the blanket until it reached the foot of the bed, where it promptly dropped to the floor, with only asmall area of green scales visible in the mirror.
A second scream joined the first.
