When Brennan arrived home, he just let himself drop on the couch, he wasn't in the mood to
do anything or read something, instead he was just sitting there thinking about his day. As
he stared blankly at nothing, some of things Jack had said to him made him wonder as to
whether he was actually enjoying the job or not. As he was thinking about it, flying crossed
his mind, and actually it didn't sound like such a bad idea at all. But first he had to take off
his work clothes, so he took his work boots off by the door, and then went up to his room to
undress from the rest.
Soon, wearing only a towel around his waist to cover his embarrassment, he went out into
the garden. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate. When he opened them, they
were orange dragon eyes. Because Brennan wasn't wearing anything, he didn't have to
worry about tight clothes ripping or restraining him. His skin dried out and turned golden yellow. Claws began to form on his hands and feet. But his hand were becoming feet as
well, and as Brennan's knees clicked backwards, he was down on all fours. His towel fell off
him as his tail and wings formed from his buttocks and spine. He grew much as the
transformation sped up, and he lost his hair as his head contorted. A dragon muzzle pushed
out, and horns formed on the top of his head where his hair was. His teeth sharpened as his
jaw changed, and his back became spiky. All four legs elongated, and his body continued to
grow until he was about two and a half times his normal size.
After two good minutes of transformation, Brennan was now a feral golden dragon. He
wasted no time taking to the skies above.
