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So basically, what happened was a rather odd dream. Or rather a series of dreams. Inside them, I am some kind of creature. It's a little hard to place. But it's like something with fur, and scutes. Also pawpads. I know how odd it is. And oh yeah, I can also do stuff like breathe ice. I had a weird dream wherein I sneezed and froze my computer solid.

There was another dream wherein I was that creature once more, and I seemed to be signing my name somehow. It was quite literally just "Banen". No, not Banon, like that guy from Final Fantasy VI. Banen. I don't remember a last name of any kind. The only reason I remembered being named Banen was more because there was something that had my name written, and I knew it was mine.

The reason I tell this to you is because of what happened when I returned home to find something rather odd outside my window. It was a package. Now note one thing: I am on the second floor. So imagine my surprise when I walk home, and notice a small parcel outside my window on the roof. (I live in one of those places that has a roof covering the front porch below.) At first I wondered if might have been UPS. You know those guys.

The guys who have a tendency to sort of deliver packages to the wrong place if not destroying them outright. So I'm confused. I pulled open the screen and took the package out. UPS has been known to do stuff like toss packages out the window like they're playing some game of Paperboy in real life. They likely hurled it like a frisbee - it was one of those packages that is like an envelope that has some bubble-wrap on the inside. Like if say, you're transporting a disc of some kind or some bunch of papers.

Expecting it to be addressed to someone else, I noticed it actually had my name on it. I have no idea why this would be. I didn't order anything that would have been delivered in such an envelope-parcel or whatever the heck you wanted to call it. My name and address even seemed to be handwritten - I couldn't recognize the handwriting at all. Apparently it was something personal. Maybe I was being sent something that was supposed to be personal. Although there wasn't a return address on it. That should have raised all sorts of red flags.

Against all common sense, I ripped it open anyways. It was a little too small to be something like a bomb - and I doubted that I was any kind of target to be given anthrax spores. (Besides, who even still DID that?)

Inside seemed to be some kind of a DVD case. It wasn't labeled - all I could think of was that I had walked into some kind of a creepypasta or that maybe someone sent me some kind of a DVD that was full of some kind of disgusting porn or bootlegged movie. (You would be surprised how many bootleg copies of movies like "Song of the South" are on eBay.)

Figuring there probably wasn't anything inside except for an unlabeled disc, I opened it up anyways. The second I did, I seemed to get some kind of dust kicked into my face. This wasn't like the standard sort of stuff that makes you cough a little bit. It actually felt really cold against my face. I guess the best thing to compare it to was that video I saw on YouTube wherein someone pranked her boyfriend by putting Gold Bond inside the car's air conditioning vents, causing the powder to be blown right into his face.

I dropped the DVD case and coughed. The cold feeling spread all across my face. It even went up my nose and inside my mouth too. Boy did it taste awful.

Finally I managed to get it off of my face, although the cold feeling remained overall. My hands felt unnaturally warm against my face - and likewise, my face was quite cold. I walked over to the bathroom to wash this damn stuff off if it still remained.

However, I didn't even turn the sink on when I saw myself in the mirror. My face had darkened immensely - and I noticed my neck had followed suit. I held up my arm, seeing the person with the darker skin mirroring my motions exactly. My arm had even turned an almost black colour. I leaned closer to the mirror to get a closer look at my skin. At first I thought it was pitch black, but upon closer inspection, I could make out that there was some colour in it. (Or absense of it... whatever I don't know how that stuff works.) My skin seemed to have an odd indigo tinge to it.

Then, I felt something odd at my neck. Not all of it mind you - just the front, right under my face. You know, where your neckbeard is. (Why does facial hair grow there, anyways?) It seemed to turn a little shiny. I rubbed over this strange shiny spot on my neck, surprised at how smooth it felt. The strange cool sensation of my face seemed to have spread all the way down to my neck. Then, I felt a small detail. It was almost like a small fold had formed at certain areas of my skin. Okay, well, that's the only way to put it. A better way to put it was somewhat like reptilian scutes. (You know, those scales in the front... or chestplates.)

I stroked this out of curiosity, seeing the strange shiny sensation go down my shirt. Then, I started to feel my shirt against my skin in ways I hadn't before. I lifted my shirt, seeing the dark indigo scutes seem to form right across my abdomen entirely. My chest was now completely bald. Well no wonder I felt my shirt against my chest - I had chest hair ever since I hit puberty. I must have gotten so used to having it there, my shirt felt weird. Then again, having sensitive scutes forming on your chest tended to contribute a lot to these feelings.

Then came the itching. I erupted in a massive rash of itching. It started at my face, where that gold bond had touched. Then all of a sudden, it spread all across my body - with the exception of my front. This wasn't the kind of itching like a tickling. It was that odd kind of painful itching - the kind like if you had poison ivy. It wasn't so much a BURNING sensation as it was "OW! Good lord! What the hell is this?!". Maybe it was a little more like say, a bug bite.

I grunted and reached up to scratch my face. Much to my surprise - or perhaps not - I started to feel my facial hair returning. With a passion. These weren't barbs of individual hairs - this was a thick mat of hair. It spread all over my face - then I felt it on the sides and back of my neck. I blinked and gazed at myself in the mirror.

It was quite a contrast to the dark scutes on my front. I was covered entirely in hair right now - no, fur. It was far too thick to be just simple hair. But the weirdest thing of all? It was white. Like, pure white or off-white. I raised my arm and looked over it. The formerly dark hair had been replaced with a thick mat of fur. But then I glanced at the mirror.

The palm of my hand seemed to have remained this dark indigo colour. I opened and closed my hand a few times, turning it around to gaze at it. Not only was it my palm, but some of the skin on my fingers, including my fingerprints had remained dark. I looked over my other hand in a similar fashion - just like my right hand, I had a strange set of pads on my hand. No wait, paw pads. Out of bile curiosity, I looked down at my legs. Just like the rest of my body with a few exceptions, they had covered up in white fur. I don't know why I didn't pay attention to those - maybe I was just more annoyed at the random itching, followed by the development of fur.

Looking away from my changed legs, I brought up my feet out of bile curiosity. Good thing I was walking around barefoot - because well, now that term was being taken a in a different way. Alright, get your laughs out right now. Bear feet. Yeah. Dark paw pads on my feet, fur everywhere else... then a tingling at my toes as claws poked right on out. Bear feet. I set my foot back down to the ground as my fingers started to tingle. Within the moment, much smaller versions of my toe-claws burst out of my fingers, replacing my nails entirely. (Well, they're not like some of those fingernails that some people have - think of them as sort of thicker nails that are a little more pointed. Short enough to be hygenic but long enough to obviously be claws.)

Then my face started to change. I heard a loud painful crack from my lower face - around my mouth and nose. With several more cracks, it got bigger. Bigger still. I reached up to feel over my face.

And then smacked right into a much longer face. Some kind of much longer face. I finally opened my eyes to spot a white void in my vision, and a rather ursine looking face looking back at me. I stared crosseyed at it, then looked at the mirror. My nose had sank into my muzzle, seeming to merge with the top of this muzzle, being replaced with a black (or indigo) looking nose... not unlike a canine's.

No, an Ursine. Somehow I knew that was what it was. My ears seemed to wiggle. I stared at my reflection in shock, as they seemed to travel up my head. Almost like my head was made out of clay, and some kind of sculptor decided to move them up. They seemed to swim through my flesh like it was liquid, before finally resting up at the tops of my head. They twitched - much to my surprise. I was never able to wiggle my ears before, but now I could. Did I have the muscle to do it? Or was it because bear ears were... well bears?

Then again, how many bears had scutes running down their neck and their stomach. The next thing I felt was an immense sense of deja vu. I thought to my dreams of being this creature named Banen. Banen did indeed look like this - but there were a few things missing.

Namely the fact that I had a tail. Right as I thought about that, something poked out of my rear, right at the base of my spine and above my hip. (...okay I know human anatomy doesn't work that way but WORK WITH ME HERE!!! I'm trying to give you some kind of a mental image!) Rather than ripping my shorts and my underwear to shreds, it traveled down them - cramping up very tightly. I gritted my teeth in my changed mouth. It felt ex-TREME-LY uncomfortable. I finally yanked down my shorts as much as I could and yanked it out. Then I turned around to look at it in the mirror and over my shoulders. As it grew to its full length, I noticed that it seemed quite... cylindrical. Like a reptilian tail. But reptilian tails weren't covered in fur... or had a strange sensitive underside.

I commanded my new appendage to roll up, and recognized the indigo scutes had run on the underside of my tail. I was surprised at how... oddly calm I was. I mean, I had a freaking TAIL.

Except I still wasn't done quite yet. My clothes felt much tighter. Before I could remove them, they ripped right off, leaving only some vestigial pieces of cloth clinging to my body. The room seemed much smaller... did I grow in size overall? I blinked a little sheepishly. I was pretty much nude now - but if I had a thick coat of fur (...and scutes) I don't think I would have always needed clothes. Then, my jaw and gums started to tingle.

I opened my mouth just in time to see my mouth change. Surprisingly, my tongue turned a dark colour, mirroring the rest of my skin. Then my canines (All four of them) seemed to grow in size. Fangs. Several more teeth emerged, filling in the void that had been made when my muzzle turned ursine. But at the same time, it seemed a little wider than a standard ursine's. Maybe somewhat... draconic? Wait, why draconic?

I received my answer when I noticed two whiskers growing out of my face. They seemed to hang down from my muzzle, almost like some kind of barbels. You know, those little facial tentacles you see on some dragons in art. I reached up and gave them a small tug. They certainly weren't fleshy, like most dragons' barbels were - they were whiskers. I guess some dragons also had whiskers like this. I looked over myself in the mirror. Fully transformed, it seemed.

"...Wow." Was all I had to say. I thought back to that thing in my room. Making sure not to hit my head on the doorframe, I silently walked over where I had dropped that DVD case. It still was open just a little bit. I picked up the DVD case to see if there was something in there.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, there wasn't a disc in there at all. But there was a piece of paper. I immediately grabbed the paper and read over it.

"Dear Banen

Hey buddy, how're you? I figured you might have liked to have some of your dreams come true. Of course, if I were you. I'd be a little more careful with using your ice breath. You haven't exactly learned to control it yet. And I don't think you want to be turning someone into a popsicle.

There happens to be a set of instructions later on in this letter... Believe me, it's always nice to meet a new species such as yourself. I can introduce you to other hybrids - We've seen snake dragons, dog-dragons, cat-dragons, but never something like a bear dragon. Follow these instructions. And make sure that you happen to be in your room when you're reading these, as they assume you're in there where I frisbeed the package onto your roof. (Sorry I couldn't be around to watch the snowflakes fly - I left something on the boil.)

Got it? I hope to see you soon, Banen."

There wasn't any kind of signature. I think I had a feeling on who it was, noticing the map's instructions. But one other thing bothered me.

"Ice breath or whatever? I don't think I've ever had any kind of ice breath so far."

I took a deep breath and blew some air at my dart board. To my surprise, I noticed pieces of ice and snow (Well, ice) flying out of my mouth, landing on the dartboard and the wall around it.

"...Oh. Tempting fate... I really shouldn't be doing that..."

I looked right at the note again and looked over the instructions. I prayed that they weren't written by someone who used MapQuest to get to places.