The cold had seeped deep into my bones by bath time. Shivering, I lit a fire beneath my oversized cauldron hanging from a metal hook driven deep into the brick above my hearth. Deep enough to hold my weight.
I started to melt the moment I settled into the bubbling water. My skin began to slough off. Floating around on the water’s surface like eerie bits of soup.
Revealing myself for the lizard-person I was.
I would have to reapply a new human skin, but that would come later. For now, basking in hot luxury, I hissed a contented sigh.
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