Drawn by  drawfoxstuff
gnashed her growing teeth; feeling the points sharpening as the pressure began to mount and flutter under her now green, scaly face. Her cheeks had started to sharpen and rise; her forehead beginning to flow into harder, tighter features. Her nose too changing, and the scents of the room alarmingly vivid. Raising her hands to large, golden eyes of the growing reptile within, she gave a start as she felt those familiar digits grow - her hands already changed as the once soft shapes beyond tightened and stretched: the nails hardening and inching forwards into black, cutting points. Her lips dry and already fluttering as muscle spasmed, she could do little in her protest as the transformation would continue; her hard cry lost as she soon ducked away - the sounds dwindling as the rasping and growling of the she-lizard would soon rise in their place...