Sheila Shifts 06 

Snaked

Sheila  lay flat on her bed, naked.

She pulled her arms in close against the sides of her body and wriggled for a couple of minutes – feeling the shape she was going to assume – and then pushed.

The skin on the insides of her thighs began to merge, gradually working its way down Sheila’s legs in waves with every grunt and strain she gave. Soon, her feet had joined together – that’s when the scales began to appear. They raced up Sheila’s legs, like a backwash to the wave of merging flesh, forming striking bands of black, red and gold, a mosaic being laid rapidly one scale at a time.

At Sheila’s waist, her hands had melted into her hips in the same fashion as her feet joining. Her arms disappeared into her torso, the effort of changing alternating between reshaping her body and covering it with scales, the movement matching her breathy sighs and gasps.

With her body thinning out into one long even scaly dream, her head, long since free of its loose dark locks, also narrowed, her eyes migrating to the sides of her skull.

She couldn’t help herself – she tasted the air with her just-formed forked tongue.

One final push and the change was complete, replacing the last of her skin with the final scales.

She lay flat and coiled on her bed.

Sheila was a snake.