You don’t notice the slime in the box until you dig through it, quickly wrenching your hands back. Some of it splashes out with the movement, but you almost think you’ve made it out okay until the blue starts to spread. In a panic, you try to shake it off, but it’s no use, the slime spreading into webbing between your fingers which in turn seem to almost grow in length. You can’t see the blue spreading across part of your head, but you can feel it, one ear lengthening followed by your other.
The blue seems to lighten as it spreads from your arms down, slime turning to patches of scales across your flesh. Something- horns- breaks through your hair as the webbing connects to your sides, changing your arms into something you could call wing-like in shape.
You try to bite back the squeak that escapes when a tail breaks through your shorts, the lone piece of clothing falling to the floor. Despite there not being anyone else there you curl your wings close in an attempt to cover yourself, followed by a far too long tail curling around now digitigrade legs. It feels too open and bright in the room you find yourself in, but perhaps the boxes could form some shade…