Ten years I had been living in this compound, and it wasn't bad. I was well taken care of, and I had begun to like it here. I had a nice living space with everything I needed, I was happy and in good health. Everything was as normal as it could get. I spent much of my time reading and writing books and music for myself, and at my workbench repairing and building things.
I woke up and after a few minutes, saw that I wasn't in my rooms. I looked around and started to worry. What were they going to do to me? I just wanted to go to my room, to my books, and finish tuning my piano. My trail of thought was broken when someone opened the door.
It was a tall man in a lab coat, his face tanned, with thin eyebrows. I saw he was pushing a cart with some boxes and tiny doctor tools on it. He came towards me, and pressed a button on the wall. Bands around my neck and limbs, that I hadn't yet noticed were on me, stuck to the table I was on and held on like glue, preventing any significant movement. I began to panic, I was trapped!
"Don't worry little girly, this won't hurt one bit, for me." I did not like his sense of humor, and his comment scared me. I began sobbing, tears forming in my eyes and starting to fall down my face.
Mr. Labcoat opened a box, took out a syringe that definitely should not have fit in the box, and licked it. After a moment of deep thought, and stroking his bare chin, the weirdo opened another case, pulled out a vial of deep purple fluid, and filled the syringe with it. Wasting no time, the syringe was then put into my arm, and the liquid went into me. My mouth open in a silent scream of agony, my body stiff, I barely noticed when the labcoat man called a guard to carry me into my living space and shut the door.
The pain stopped, and it was over, and I sighed in relief, relaxing my sore muscles. I heard a sharp tearing noise, and a pair of massive wings, batlike but not quite right for a bat, exploded out of my back covered in blood. A very long and flexible reptilian tail came not long after. Some more changes that forced themselves into existence as I lay sobbing were my hands and feet changing into talons, a few of my teeth itching, and my eyes burning for a few seconds before my eyesight became vastly improved.
I eventually stopped crying, stood up, walked into the shower of my living space, and cleaned myself, being extra gentle cleaning my wings. Turning off the water and drying myself, I walked to a large mirror and studied my body. The biggest changes were the wings and tail of a dragon, those were obvious, but I was now noticing some smaller details.
I had four fangs, two on my lower jaw, and two on my upper jaw that rested on my lower lip when my mouth was closed. My hands and feet had become talons, maybe those were like a dragon also? I had deep black scales completely covering my wings and tail, and blending into my skin where they met the human parts of me, and the scales on my talons covered my forearms and stopped right below my elbows.
Thinking about my wings, I spotted the bottle of moisturizing oil on the bedside table, and I saw a note stuck to it.
"Rub this into your scales, it helps the scales to not flake or crack." the note read.
Grabbing the bottle and a soft cloth, and sitting down in front of the mirror, I began to use the cloth to rub the oil into my scales. When I got to my wings and tail, I was surprised. My tail was able to wrap around my legs several times, and my wings spanned nearly ten feet! My tail was easy to rub oil into, and it was flexible enough to wrap around things, so I used my tail to oil my wings while they were stretched out, which was when I noticed that the sensitive undersides of my wings had scattered purple scales, like little stars, the same color as my violet eyes.
Hopefully I find a mate who likes purple. Where had that thought come from? I justified that I must have been sleepy, so I curled up in my bed and dreamt of onyx eyes and giant wings, holding me safe and tight.