This story is based loosely on an image of Gryf's. I would provide a link, but its not online at the moment. Do a Google image search for kymirror.JPG to see it in Google's cache
Besides that, what more can I say? Ummm, I wished I used that
kind of soap? :)
The human stripped from his clothes, letting them fall on a pool on the floor behind him. His naked body moved towards the shower stall, opening the glass door and stepping over the raised lip. His hands fumbled with the fixtures, flinching instinctively as the jet of cold water launched itself at his skin. He forced himself to remain in the stream, the water gradually warming and changing from a harsh assault to a gentle caress. It had been a long trip, longer than he had expected, but worth it. He had learnt many things, made numerous contacts which should hold true until he could return. He waited a moment, savouring the feeling of water on skin before reaching for the soap. It was a large cake, unused and ivory white, smelling faintly of flowers with the hint of something extra, almost secretive within it. Slowly, taking his time he began to lather himself up. First his left arm, holding it out of the spray before rubbing slowly across his chest and down the other arm. Stepping back slightly in the shower he allowed the water to trickle over his shoulders, watching as the rivulets of water cut through the soapy lather, exposing the darkening skin. Leaning down he repeated the process on his legs, feeling his flesh soften, allowing the layer below to push out slightly, the textured surface hinting at what was lurking below. He adjusted the taps slightly, feeling the temperature rise as steam bellowed up from the cubical. Moving to his head he massaged the soap into his scalp, feeling his hair begin to fall out, sliding down his back before disappearing down the hole in the centre of the floor. Some of the soap ran down over his face, making his eyes water and his jaws ache slightly. The whiskers that had covered his face for so long disappeared in small clumps and he felt the ache of his canines as they pushed further into his growing mouth. With his eyes closed, his hands were left to explore his body. His extending nails probed at his flesh, scratching at stubborn bits of skin which clung to the soft scales below. Large sections of his chest fusing together, forming the scutes, the size decreasing as the scales wrapped around his body. Something moved at his shoulder blades and he lent forward instinctively as two wing tips burst from his back, growing slowly in size as the webbing formed between the bones. A gentle click on the floor announced the lengthening of his toes into talons as he feet began to lengthen. A familiar growing sensation was next as the bone structure of his legs readjusted, sinews and muscles pulling him off his feet and onto his toes. The growing wings began to tingle as the blood started to flow. He teetered slightly unsteady on his toes before a reassuring ache at the base of his spine signalled the growth of his tail. It pushed out slowly, countering his balance as it lengthened down his body, the black tip curling reassuringly around his legs. With an almost audible rip the remaining skin on his head split, releasing the pressure of his reshaping head. He let out a hiss of relief while his mouth lengthened, drawing his nose along with it, into a delicately pointed snout. The new nostrils, immediately able to detect a plethora of scents in the confines of the increasingly small shower. His neck lengthened, lifting the larger head higher, while his ears extended, growing up the side of his head, breaking free of the pummelling of the water. The pain in his eyes decreased as he felt them glow, tentatively he opened them, their large golden orbs looking around the enclosure. It took a moment for him to readjust, the larger pupils detecting a wider range of colours. He lent forwards slightly, a shiver passing through his body as the soft fur behind his cheeks emerged, almost immediately spiking into clumps from the deluge from above. He stretched his fingers, testing long unused muscles, patiently waiting for the numerous twitches and spasms to finish working their magic across his body. Almost as an afterthought he looked down, noticing the last indication of his human existence almost hiding between his legs. Slowly and with some sensual sensations the scales around his groin engulfed the offending remnant, his body absorbing it back into its mass as scales spread across the area. Turning a little awkwardly in the now much reduced space the being turned the taps to the off position and opened the door. A billow of steam floated into the room before a black talon reached out, gesturing for a towel. It enclosed around the soft material and drew it in slowly, drying the small patch of fur before stepping out into the room. The sand under their talon felt wonderful after so many years confined the human form. The dragoness stretched her wings, flapping them to rid herself of the last of the water. Walking slowly from the small alcove she made her way back to the main lair thinking of her experiences. It was different this time to be a male, she contemplated. Many new experiences... and sensations. A fleeting smile spread across her muzzle, but it did have its drawbacks. The human world was a nice place to visit, she thought. But I wouldn't want to live there.