Draco lay on his bedroom floor soaked in sweat, his legs flopping about. Wait. Those weren't his legs. Where the hell were his legs?! He had a tail! he tried to sit up, but the new muscles in his.....fin? They were really weak and his skin felt really dry and paper-like. He tried to cry out for help, but his throat felt like sandpaper. he could feel his mothers presence, but did not call for her, knowing it would be useless. he tried to crawl to his bathroom, desperate for a glass of water, but the sliding movement only made his skin flare in agony and through his dry, cracked throat he let out a gargling scream....