You make it to what should be safety in these flooded halls, but your hesitation in climbing up costs you, a gooey fish crashing right into you. You squeal at the sticky warmth covering you, spattering into scales rapidly spreading across your body.
You try to leave the water, even if it’s useless now, a tail pushing its way out of your back, and pushing your only clothes down. Though perhaps they’d get destroyed anyway, with how your legs painlessly crack and squish into digitigrade, hand changing to webbed paws even as your face shifts into a muzzle.
Your new body twitches, fins fluttering like your new gills as you gape down at your watery reflection. Well. You can’t exactly… leave, now that you’re like this… Perhaps this won’t be so bad…?