Dec 18, 2019
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[Writesketch? More like Wightsketch!]
I looked at the time. It'd been October for a day. I thought deeper. If I wasn't going to enforce my shitpost on myself, who would? Certainly not anyone else. I grabbed the mask with the draconic visage off the table. The faux scales glittered purple. This would fix about half of the problems I had with lacking commitment to my ideas, because I'd committed just enough to this idea to make this mask.
Sighing and closing my eyes, I pressed the porcelain of the reverse side to my face. There was a moment of mild discomfort, followed by almost an eternity of excruciating pain, before I was finally just slightly numb. This wouldn't be the first time I experienced change. It probably won't be the last. I opened my eyes, and held my arm out where I could see it.
At first, it seemed no worse than my usual transformation range. Purple scales and black claws. Then I tried to turn my arm inward to see the underside. Wing attached to the arm. This wasn't something I was really used to. I was gonna have to check a reflection. That started with standing up, which meant realizing I was taller and more front heavy than I thought I'd be.
The mirror was only a short distance away, hidden by the sliding compartment on the wardrobe door. That distance, I could manage slowly. That distance I did manage slowly. I looked into the mirror, and found my appearance pleasing.
A 6'9" (six foot nine inch) metallic purple wyvern girl with a cute face, red eyes and armpit length white hair. Black horns offering an extra 9 inches of height. Flaps of skin and scale, arranged in an earlike fashion at the sides of my head. A chest region that certainly wasn't the biggest I've seen or had, but still in the high tiers of softness. Similarly generous hips, and a belly slightly on the slimmer side. Tail almost as long as I was tall.
"Cute." I muttered, to test the voice, and express how I felt I looked. "Cute!" I repeated louder. It described how I sounded to myself. Granted, cute describes no less than 70 types of appearance, voice, and other things, but it was my best word for this.
But, this was the first step. If I was going to get stuff done, I was gonna do it.