Upon Wings of Change

The cold steel tray pressed against your newly scaled body, a stark contrast to the soft bed you were in just days ago. Panic clawed at your throat, a feeling you were quickly becoming accustomed to.

"Another successful metaform," a disembodied voice echoed from beyond the transparent wall of your enclosure. You flinched, the sound grating on your sensitive ears. You were a dragonet now, a creature of scales and wings, a far cry from the human you once were. Just outside, figures in strange suits moved, their faces obscured, observing you like a specimen.

A sudden tremor shook the room, followed by distant screams and the screech of tearing metal. The suited figures scrambled, their calm demeanor replaced by frantic urgency. One shouted, "The aliens! They're here!"

The lights flickered and died, plunging the lab into darkness. The sounds of chaos intensified – alien roars, energy blasts, and the horrifying cries of humans. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against your scaled chest. Freedom was within reach, but so was unimaginable danger.