“A what?” asked James.
“What what?” replied Sam, not understanding what his friend was talking about.
“Your box is turning me into a naga, whatever they are.”
“Snake woman,” replied Sam.
“A snake woman,” said the voice in James’ head.
“You might want to strip,” winced Sam, looking away.
“Why?”
“You think a snake tail will fit in your pants?”
“Oh.” James quickly stripped his lower half, noticing to his horror that scales were already forming on his legs. Grimacing, he rubbed his chest and could’ve sworn it felt lumpy.
“Tell me when it’s over,” said Sam, still not looking.
