Today was the day. The big day as he called it. Today was the day Britt was becoming a dragon. The surgery was already scheduled a while ago, and the paper work was official. He had one more day to spend with his friends before he was off to the dragon community. Only the higher class got to stay in the city, and by high class I mean world officials. The others had another city to stay in, bigger, less flammable. It was in place to keep disaster from breaking out, and with more and more people making the transfer every day, the city was much needed. Originally, the procedure started for scientific purposes, and then, after a while, became available to the public. It costed money though. Well, if you wanted to keep the amenities of a house. You could change for just about hundred dollars if you gave up everything, and some people did. Britt was not one of those people, he came from money, and a family of transformed dragons. They had been gone for a while though, for Britt had been skeptical before, but now he was ready.

"Hey Britt what's up, heard you were going to do the transformation today." Britt's friend, Griaule said to him.

Britt fidgeted uncomfortably "Yeah, haha."

"Hey don't worry, going in tomorrow, I'll probably see you tomorrow if it goes right." Griaule let out a puff of air.

"I'm just nervous."

"I'm excited! I've always wanted to do this! Going for the basic though, gonna be the bluest, you think I could stay with you?"

Britt swallowed, "Yeah, sure."

"Hey, it'll go fine, don't worry, the success rate is over ninety percent."

"Haha, yeah."

"Whelp, I have to go, I'll talk to you in a couple days and hey, give me another call when you're in eh? See you."

"Bye." Britt gingerly pulled his phone away from his ear and lay down on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling.

"What am I doing? A dragon. A frickity dragon." He said to himself. "Why do people even do this? I mean, it's not like it's fun. Or is it? I don't know. Maybe it is. Come to think of it, I don't mind it that much. It could be fun. And at what other time would it be appropriate to walk around in the nude? Sounds like fun. I wonder what they smell like though and can they sing? Do they even speak english?" He paused for a moment, then continued. "I wonder how they do it? They said surgery, so it can't be mutation. Though I wouldn't be surprised, there's so much run-off from the power plants here. Maybe its extra stuff? No that can't be people come out the size of small houses. That's funny though, the bigger ones are richer. What an analogy." Britt's dog approached the bed and whined at him. "Oh yeah, sorry Gizmo, let me feed you." He went to Gizmo's dog bowl and started piling food into it. "You know this is the last time I will be feeding you. Wow." He pet Gizmo's head. "I'm really going to miss you." A feeling of woe accumulated in his stomach and he he took a deep breath. "Yours" He pointed to the full dog bowl and Gizmo commenced to eat. He was a big dog, a greyhound, and his fur was golden brown. The look in his eyes was solemn most of the time, as if he knew what was coming. And his last meal was slowly eaten, as opposed to scarfed down like before. Brett let him out and stayed inside. He didn't care where he went this time, but when he came back in Britt rushed to give him as many treats as possible.

The time was ten A.M and he would be seeing the surgeons at noon. He mustn't tell his mother, it needs to be a surprise.

"I don't want to go Gizmo." He pet the dog on his head, tears welling up in his eyes. He lay back down on his bed and waited for the sweet release of sleep to come upon him. Maybe this was all just a dream.

Britt awoke with a start, his head jolted to look at his clock. 11:50. He jumped out of bed and ran out the door, neglecting to take his clothes off. Before the procedure, you have to take your clothes off to have enough time for the blood vessels in the body to contract so you bleed less during the procedure. On the way there, Britt ditched the clothing from his body without missing a beat. He almost fell when he was taking off his pants. People were laughing as he scrambled up hill to the very top at the edge of the dragon's city and the human's city, where the transformation happened. The sun was high in the sky and was beating down on the earth. Not a cloud to be seen anywhere. Britt looked up at the sun just in case what he saw afterwards would be any different. He almost stopped when he looked at his watch. 11:55. He ran faster, his breath barely scraping past his throat. Almost there, almost there, there. 11:59. Early. But he regretted it. He wanted to go back. He didn't want to do this. He was in the waiting room, and the receptionist greeted him. He gave a weak thank-you and sat down in one of the chairs. The floor was carpet and the walls were sky blue. The room smelled like air conditioning, always a welcome smell, and some faint music played. There was a hallway whose beginning was marked by a closed and locked door. A doctor in a white lab coat came in through the door with a clipboard cradled in his hand. He looked down at it, then around the room to Britt.

"Ah, Mr. Apalala, nice to see you, come right in."

"H-h-hi?" Britt nervously stood up, the doctor put his arm around him. "

"Don't worry sir, I have seen this work done hundred of times. You'll be fine."

Britt nodded. The doctor leaded him to a room with a large table in it. The table was metal and had lights and equipment surrounding it. Britt pointed to the table warily.

"I-is that where I go?"

"Yessir, now just lay down on the table and we'll get started." The doctor grinned, and Britt placed himself on the table. He shifted around a bit before stabilizing.

"Okay Mr. Apalala now." He slid an IV into Britt's arm. Britt's heart stopped pounding and he fell unconscious to the sound of the doctor's voice.

Britt woke up in a different room. The room was substantially bigger and had many doctors bustling about. They looked smaller than normal and Britt's vision was slightly tunneled. He brought his arms beside him to prop himself up. His eyelids were heavy and he looked at his feet. Clawed, green, yellow. He moved his head to look at his hands, clawed as well. He shuddered. "Excuse me." His voice was much deeper than before, and louder. The bustling doctors looked up from what they were doing at Britt, one of them came over to him. "Hello Mr., uh, Aioli?" Britt slowly shook his head, "Apalala, yes right, Mr. Apalala, sorry, come with me." Britt moaned. "Don't worry sir your lethargy will wear off in a moment."

"Oh, good." Britt started to roll off the table. He awkwardly put one foot on the ground, and then the other, and took one ginger step after another towards the door. Well, more of an arch really, that was open at the far end of the room. It was bordered in grey rocks and was too bright right now for Britt to see anything. The doctor led Britt with his voice and Britt noticed how big he was. He was about five or six times taller than the man, but the man showed no fear, just doing his job calmly. Britt was fairly amused, and a bit sad, and a bit scared, but he forgot about all that when he stepped through the arch. The landscape was beautiful, for there was a distant, snow-capped mountain in the distance, with a cleverly disguised village right in front of him. Well, a series of houses. There were some caves in the distance, and all kinds of dragons were flying about, eager to do something. Britt wasn't quite sure what they were doing.

The dragons shared a slightly similar skeletal structure with humans, as in, two legs, two arms, (wings costed extra). The feet were flat, broad and ended in four claws, the legs were a little stumpy. The belly was huge and was most of the dragon, and it came up to the wide shoulders, which were sloping and lead to long arms with spread hands, each ending in five clawed fingers. The neck was long, and the head was long like a typical dragon, all while being bi-colored. The palm of the hands and the sole of the foot were one color, travelling along the underside of the dragon, all the way to the chin. Brett was green and yellow, yellow being the bottom color. There were other styles of course, more expensive, but Brett liked this one the best, the one directly up from a large lizard-like thing. The other styles seemed more regal, more magnificent and elegant, akin to Chinese dragons and water dragons, and sometimes drakes. The one he had seemed like a joke compared to the others. With the most expensive being anthropomorphic and allowed inside of the human city. But that's reserved for the extremely wealthy.

"Holy hell, is this real?"

"Yes Mr. Apalala, I can assure you that this is quite real. Now, I must go greet the other clients, your new home is 199 Downing road, which is just down the street and to the left. I hope you enjoy your new body! Good luck!"

"Wait!" Britt's voice was surprisingly loud. "Oh, uh, sorry sir, I mean, wait." He said in the calmest voice he could muster.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Where are my parents?"

The doctor shrugged.