Chapter 23: Snacks will kill your diet
There was a tearing sound, like fabric ripping in a hundred directions, but amplified with concert equipment. Pat's dragon claws and body stretched through the outer layer of scales as he swelled another three feet past his original size. He pulled off and discarded the empty dragon skin that lay on the ground, glittering in the sun.
Pat shrunk back to human form with a pleasant expression on his face.
"Oh that is just nice," he said with a self satisfied smirk. "That really just hit the spot," he said, patting his naked belly.
"Guys, I think these might be actual diamonds," Viv said, poking at the discarded scales with her fox claw. Her voice was a tad more nasally and pitched in her animal form – she chirped like a fox after all, but it still carried a bit of her witty objectivity.
She ducked around a bush to throw on sweat pants and a shirt. She peeled off the protector on her iPhone screen to see if it would scratch the surface. Sure enough it did.