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"So, where are we headed?" Andre said, turning to Jeremy once he grew bored of watching out the window, the outside view of trees whizzing by no longer holding his interest. His friend shot him a look of annoyance.

"I already told you." Jeremy sighed. "You've asked that question a dozen times since we left."

"A dozen?"

"Yes." Jeremy nodded. "I counted."

"Well there must be a reason I asked so many times then." Andre said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe it's because I have no idea where the hell we're going."

"We're on an adventure!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Even if we are in the middle of nowhere. Anyways, we needed a break from school, and you were starting to get anxious back at the house. So here we are."

"I'm fine." Andre said, huffing and crossing his arms defensively. "Classes don't bother me all that much."

"Maybe something else is then?"

"Like what?"

Jeremy shrugged. "I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

Andre grumbled under his breath, and flipped his disheveled black hair out of his face. "I already told you, I'm not talking about it."

"About her." Jeremy said, frowning at Andre, then returning his gaze back to the road. "C'mon, I'm not stupid dude. I know you're still upset about what happened."

"Yeah? Well, then there's nothing to talk about." Andre spat, going back to looking out the window.

"I think there's a lot."

Andre shook his head. "And it's none of your business. Just drop it."

"So you can go back to moping?" Jeremy flippantly raised a hand before returning it to the steering wheel. "Alright then."

There was silence for the next few minutes, neither of them looking or saying anything to the other. Finally, Andre sighed and turned to Jeremy again.

"Look dude, it's just...me and her are going through some rough times, you know?" Andre said.

"Rough times?" Jeremy said. "From what I heard, you two made quite the scene back at Mandini's. Sounded like you two were done."

"She's done."

"And you're not?"

Andre opened his mouth to respond, but quietly closed it after a moment.

"You see," Jeremy chuckled. "This is why we're on an adventure. You need to clear your head. She's had a hold on you for far too long."

Andre glared sullenly at Jeremy.

"What?" Jeremy shrugged. "I'm surprised you got away clean. It was too late for the last guy." His voice lowered to a whisper. "Apparently he had too much of her. Guy's insane now. Can barely form coherent sentences."

Andre huffed. "I don't think she had anything to do with it."

"Ye gods!" Jeremy said. "She's still got you in her clutches."

"Yeah." Andre replied. "Maybe because you won't shut up about her. Now where the hell are we going?"

"Thirteen," Jeremy muttered. "Unlucky." He turned his head to Andre and gave him a wide grin. "Where do you want to go?"

Andre thought for a moment. "Maybe the bathroom?"

Jeremy's shoulders slumped.

"What? We've been driving for a couple hours now, and I've only had this to sustain me." Andre said, raising up a large cup of soda. "You know this stuff just runs through me."

Jeremy shook his head, and looked up at the road, just in time to see a road sign fly by, reading "Layby, Exit 37:1.5 miles."

"Looks like you're in luck," Jeremy said. "But after this we're going somewhere cool. What do ya think? Wanna do some diving? Traverse the rapids? Explore the waterfalls?"

"Are you trying to make me piss my pants now? And seriously, any of those in this weather? Please," Andre said, looking up at the cloudy gray sky above. "Maybe we can stop at one of those clubs, the ones for truckers headed this way or something."

"So you can get drunk AND heartsick? Not on my watch."

"Hey, I can handle some other girls being around me while Amy and I are on a break."

"Oh sure," Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Like that hasn't caused half of your problems."

"Shut up! If Amy has trouble with me being around other girls, that's her problem."

"And you don't think that could have been why she left crying the last time you met her?" Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow.

Andre threw his hands up. "Not my fault that Brianna shared that picture of us at the theater."

"It was your hand holding the camera." Jeremy pointed out.

Andre sniffed. "Whatever."

A few minutes later, Jeremy pulled up into the rest area, backing his car into the parking space. Andre had popped his seat belt off and opened the car door before the latter had even turned off the vehicle, jumping out and running off to the bathroom.

"When you gotta go!" Jeremy called out to him, chuckling.

"SHUT UP!" Andre yelled back.

Andre hurriedly flung the door open and stepped inside the restroom, realizing that he hadn't even checked to make sure it was occupied first. Looking around, it was clearly empty, although the dim lightbulb overhead and the single open window propped open near the ceiling made the place feel rather downtrodden.He shook his head and entered one of the stalls. A moment later, he exited, feeling much better than before. He shivered slightly from the cold that pervaded even the enclosed quarters, but shook it off and turned to the sink to begin washing his hands. He absentmindedly rubbed soap into his hands, enjoying the feeling of warmth returning to his frigid extremities.

Then a clump of something black and stringy fell into the sink, and Andre leapt back in alarm. He hesitated before approaching it, studying it from a distance with soap still lathered in his hands. It took him a full minute to realize what it was--his hair.

"Huh?" Andre grunted, bringing a hand up to his head. He wished the bathroom had a mirror, so he could see what had happened, but he had no such luck. He grabbed for the erstwhile strand of hair, ceasing such a movement when he caught sight of his hand. His palm had something growing on it, like a piece of dry mold. He tried brushing it off, but stopped when he realized it felt more like an old scab that hurt whenever he tried to scrape at it. To his horror it seemed to be spreading across his hand, the same thing happening to the other as well. He quickly turned the water on as hot as it could go and began scrubbing hard, ignoring the burning heat of the water, which was amplified by the cold temperature of the bathroom.

Small bits of green began to fall into the sink, although Andre took no satisfaction from the sight as it hurt like hell removing even these little pieces of...whatever it was from his palms. It wasn't until another chunk of his hair fell out into the sink that he stopped, backing away and staring at his hands. His mouth fell open in horror as he saw that dark green spots were now popping out of the back of his hands, looking strangely like...scales?

One by one, more of the things grew across across his hands, and Andre felt the first vestiges of panic starting to affect him. The room felt like it was spinning, and the young man fell backwards against the wall, losing his balance and bringing a hand up to steady himself on the wall. A clacking sound reverberated around the room, and Andre could sense it coming from his hand. He looked over at his fingers, and gasped as he saw that he now had sharp claws forming over his nails, which clacked noisily against the wall. Andre's face contorted into one of conflicting emotions; he was scared, he was horrified, he was angry, but nothing he felt could overpower the sense of helplessness going through him as he slid down the wall, landing hard on the ground. A sharp pain ran up his tailbone, but he ignored it...at least, until it didn't go away.

A feeling of pressure right above his posterior began to go run through him, and he reached down to his back to touch the spot. His eyes widened when he felt a solid bump there, a tumor that grew even while he kept his hands upon it. Before he knew it, the growth was pushing out, forcing his hand off it. He twisted his head around to see exactly what it was, blinking when he saw the small nub of...could it be a tail pressing out? He blinked and then shook his head. It couldn't be a tail, because that just didn't make sense. Yet as he watched, the nub poked out from under his shirt, extending into a long, scale-covered appendage that couldn't be anything but a tail.

"A tail," he said. "I have a tail."

He laughed hysterically as he realized none of this made sense. He returned his gaze back to his arms, his jaw dropping at what he saw. His arms were nearly fully covered by scales, and worse they seemed smoother, almost more slender than before as if the green hide had eaten away his well-earned muscle and his hands...his hands...

Before he had a chance to further examine either arms or hands, Andre felt a twinge in his feet. He reached his hands down to his left shoe and struggled to unlace it with increasingly more clawlike fingers. Still, he managed to untie them and throw it off. He froze at what he saw--his sock that covered his foot were torn and ruined by the sudden protrusion of clawed toes. Even more shocking still were the same green colored scales that covered what skin he could see over his shoes, scales that were already spreading past his ankles and to his knees. He quickly tore off the sock and moved to his right foot, repeating the same process as before. When he removed his right shoe, he found it apparently further along in development than the left, though really both were at the same stage. In any case, it appeared that the scales were headed underneath his jeans, and Andre hurried to remove them, although he again struggled with his claws, taking off his belt and practically ripping off his pants, so desperate to see what was happening and yet afraid to at the same time.

His eyes bugged as he saw the scales running up from his knees onto his thighs, noticing that all trace of hair fell off wherever it went. This reminded him of his shedding hair from a minute ago, and he checked his head, only to feel nothing but hard skin covering his scalp. Andre opened his mouth to scream, but he couldn't bring forth the effort to do even that, and instead he began to hyperventilate, staring at both his arms and legs as the scales worked their way up to the rest of his body.

Andre's chest began to itch. He ignored it until it increased from a minor annoyance to just downright unpleasant, causing him to look down and pull open his shirt, despite already having a good idea of the cause of the itch. Sure enough, he saw more scales sprouting from his chest, and he nearly began trying to tear them off, with only the fear of his own sharp claws keeping him from doing so. The green patch of scales grew wider, and Andre sucked in his breath as his now oddly sensitive nipples were overcome by the growth of scales. Weirdly enough, however, they stayed. The same couldn't be said for his belly button, the disappearance of which by the multiplying scales made him flinch. Andre had always hated being touched there as a kid, but he wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.

Andre shivered as cold ran up from his chest to his throat. He gasped for breath and clawed at his neck as the scales grew over it. It was only when they had reached his chin that he could breathe regularly, but events weren't exactly better then. He was allowed only a moment of respite before his face painfully twisted and contorted into a new shape. He reached his claws to his lips just in time to feel the greater portion of his cranium push out and slope into a reptilian snout, nose absorbed and replaced by twin nostrils and skin superseded by a hide of green scales. His ears pressed flat into his head and melded into the skin, leaving behind small holes that allowed for similar hearing. The scales overcame the yet uncovered portions of his head as inside his mouth his teeth lengthened and sharpened while they also grew more numerous. He licked his altered molars, wincing slightly as his tongue was cut by their newfound keenness. He blinked his eyes and, though he didn't know it, they had remained human in form and function.

Andre removed his hands from his mouth and dropped them to his heads. He hung his head and whimpered in a voice that sounded far less like he had before, far less human. He was about ready to curl up on the floor when he suddenly felt something in his crotch, like someone was gripping his cock tightly. The sensation was cold, but not unpleasant. In fact, if Andre had to admit, it felt rather good, like someone was applying pressure to all the right nerves. The problem was, this was his dick he was talking about, and nothing should be rightfully gripping it at that moment. He reached down to pull off his boxers, hesitating for a moment when he saw his claws again, but his anxiety over what was going on won over, and he pulled them down.

His cock was nearly erect, but not fully. No, he saw it was fully erect, it just seemed...smaller. The same could be said for his testicles, which were pulled uncomfortably tight to his crotch. He squirmed at the painful squeezing as they pushed up closer still, and he tensed and gasped as he felt them press together. His breath came out rapid and panicked as he peered down over his new snout at the event, which he was just now noticing how it obscured his vision. He turned his head sideways, focusing on his penis, which seemed like it had reduced in size even more since only a few seconds ago. It seemed to be merging with his skin as well...though much differently than his scrotum, as it wasn't disappearing completely.

With a panicked yelp that sounded higher pitched that normal, he reached for his diminishing member and grabbed hold of it with his thumb and two closest fingers. He winced, for it was far more sensitive than before, but at least he had it. His eyes widened with surprise when it wriggled in his grip, shrinking so small that it managed to escape. He reached for it again, but he only managed to brush his fingers across a forming cleft at his crotch, twin folds of skin that readily swallowed his shrunken testicles and penis. He shivered with fear and arousal, the lips of his new womanhood slickening slightly from the pleasurable feeling of his testicles-turned-ovaries sliding up his freshly formed inner walls until they took their proper place in his womb. He experimentally prodded his folds with his claws and squealed when he touched a small nub, his clitoris and the only remainder of his once proud manhood. Just as Andre realized he was now a_she_, developments further up required her attention.

Her nipples suddenly ached horridly. She lifted one hand to her right nipple and watched as it darkened and thickened before her very eyes. She blinked in confusion and then her eyes widened as she realized the next logical development.

"No!" she yelped as the flesh under her nipples swelled out into two orbs that continued to inflate until she could barely cup her right breast with her hand. Without even thinking she squeezed the sphere and found the flesh soft and sensitive, the mere touch of it sending a flash of heat down to her crotch. Spurred on by this sexual stirring, she squeezed her breast again with one hand while simultaneously clawing at her feminine folds with the other. She shuddered in sexual bliss and continued her self-pleasuring, digging deeper and deeper into her womanhood. When she discovered that pressing a claw into her clitoris produced even more wondrous and pleasurable results, her reptilian muzzle fell wide open, allowing her drooling, long tongue to hang down between her breasts. While she masturbated, small alterations were made to her form. Her hips widened considerably whilst her shoulders narrowed, leaving her with a far curvier figure. She had to slightly reposition her hand as her thighs thickened. Her ass plumped up, allowing her to more comfortably rest against the bathroom's walls. Finally, as she neared closer to orgasm, her eyes shifted from round brown pupils to luminous, yellow feral slits.

"Oh!" Andre moaned, back arching and tail lashing as she came close, oh so close. "Oh, oh, ohh--!"

At that last exclamation, Andre climaxed, filling her mind with sexual bliss and sending her sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the cold ground squarely on her plush rump. She panted as she recovered, removing her hands from her erogenous areas and letting them rest on her wide hips. For a few minutes she remained in this position until slowly but surely her mind began to return, helped by the sobering cold. In her nakedness, the cold made her shiver and her nipples stiff and erect. She brought both her hands to these hard points and when she touched them, her reptilian eyes quickly shifted back to wide human ones. She looked down at the bouncing breasts, the clawed talons holding them, the smoothly scaled belly under them, and farther down to the curves of a feminine groin...

Andre screamed.

---

Outside, Jeremy was waiting in the car for Andre, growing impatient with his friend.

"What the hell is taking him so long?" he asked himself, before a sudden thought struck him. Andre hadn't had a girl in awhile, so of course he could be...busying himself. He chuckled and shook his head. "Well--"

Suddenly, Jeremy heard a high-pitched wail come from the bathroom, and he jumped up straight in his seat. He was sure there was no one else at the stop, so it had to be...

"Andre?" Jeremy said, opening his car door. "Andre, I'm coming!"

Jeremy jumped out of the car and sprinted towards the restroom, flinging the door open and stepping in. He looked wildly about until his gaze fell upon a nude and clearly female reptilian creature leaning against the bathroom wall, barely holding herself up on shaky legs. She jerked her head up to look at him with wide, familiar eyes.

Jeremy blinked in disbelief. "What the--?"