Jon thought naga’s were the coolest fantasy creature and that had been his first choice of what to become. As he slept, his legs merged together and stretched to become a long tail. Smooth scales formed from the waist down, lighter on the underneath, darker and patterned on top. Retractable fangs grew in his mouth along with a venom sack, and his jaw altered slightly to allow him to open it wide like a snake.
Smiling he curled up, wrapping his new tail around him as his room shifted to better fit his new form. Of course, Jon couldn’t be the only naga in the world, so as he continued to sleep, magical energy rippled out from the stone, changing others in the town. Reality fluxed between everyone in town being nagas, to only a few, until it finally settled on which it’d be...
