Even if you’ve managed to emerge from the water, you’ve lingered too long, one last attack connecting and sending you sprawling. A tail rips free from your shorts, the material turning to sludge that bends your legs into something more animalistic as you try to get the room to stop spinning.
Spikes break through forming scales, flecks of gold and seaweed merging into forming patterns as your mouth grows into a muzzle. It’s odd, the way you see now, but at least you still can, even if it’ll take a moment to regain your bearings…