Part 2

I look back into the mirror and realize more scales have appeared, covering my face and forearms. In fact, I can see more forming into existence on my face. My teeth look a little sharper too, and my clothes feel tighter than ever. Now, in case you didn't know, 25% of the human population (current statistic as of rn) have a condition known as a phototropic sneeze. This is mostly harmless, and causes sneezes to be easily triggered by bright lights and that's a recipe for disaster sometimes. I look directly into the bathroom lights by accident, then sneeze out a friggin' inferno. I scream briefly but cover my mouth to make sure nobody heard, and feel the urge to sneeze again. I still think that if I cover my mouth before I flame sneeze again, my head will explode in a blast of fire and germs. So I take my hand off quickly and try to not burn down the bathroom as I sneeze again and again, knocking myself into walls from the recoil.

I hear banging on the door. It's my boss.

"It's been 10 minutes! I thought maybe something had happened and as such you would be allowed to stay in the bathroom a little longer, but this is ridiculous! Are you stalling for time?!"

"No of course not I-"

"Get out here this minute, I can hear the sink is on, I know you're practically done."

The sink? I turn around and scream internally. The sink is a singed white mass of rubble and porcelain, with water spraying out of a broken pipe.

"Ooooooh... that sink."

"Yeah, 'Oh'."

Before I can react he opens the door and sees the blackened walls, the smashed sink and melted plastic stall doors.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF ARSONIST?! I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"

"NO SIR PLEASE STOP! IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"

We get into a brief tussle as I attempt to wrestle the phone out of his hands.

"Get! Off! Me!"

He pushes me and I stumble, leaning precariously against the open window. My coworkers look on in shock.

"Hello? Police? I'd like to report arson and assault. My employee- GADZOOKS WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

I glance down and see a large bulge at the back of my pants, leading down the left leg. That wasn't there before. Suddenly my pants tear and a large tail flops to the floor. What the hell is happening to me?!

Screams of absolute horror begin to come from my coworkers.

Then I suddenly feel the urge to sneeze.

"HA-CHOOOOO!"

Flames shoot out of my mouth in a blast of fiery hell as I fly out the window from the sheer force of it. And now I'm falling to my death."OOOOH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I feel the parking lot crunch from the impact. I wait 5 seconds. Then 10. I don't feel the pain of falling 20 stories. I quickly look at myself and see now I'm covered in scales fully, and my massive wings and reptilian features.

"Oh my god. That witch turned me into a dragon."

Normally, someone else would go scream in terror then drown themselves in a volcano or something (which is most likely what that witch intended). But, being an aspiring fantasy writer, this was a dream come true.

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!"

I soar into the sky, passing the open window where I fell out. All my previous limitations are gone. I feel reborn, like I could do anything. I was given a fresh start, I'm not gonna waste it.

~~The End~~

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