I admire my face in the mirror. I've seen it millions of times before, so why does it feel so off today? Is there a stress pimple trying to hide somewhere? Is my mind playing games on me? I've felt that I looked weird before, but not like this. Just what is it? I move my face around to study it more, to try and make that nagging feeling that something isn't right go away. I tilt my head upward ever so slightly. There, there it is! Something glimmering in the light, just below my chin. But, what is it? I run my finger over the red glimmer and feel a coarseness I've never felt before. It can't be a freckle, freckles don't feel this way. Is it... cancer?

I pull out my phone and frantically google whatever it could be, but no pictures match it. And I just scared myself and saw tumors and decay for nothing. Great. I decide to call my mom. Whatever it is, it probably has something to do with her god awful genetics. It rings twice before she answers.

"What is it sweetie? You never call me. How are you? You know I worry."

"Well, yeah. It's not great. Between work and everything..." I trail off. "Anyway, that's not why I called. There's a spot right under my chin and it's freaking me out. Do you have any idea what it could be?"

"Acne again? Or something else? You'll need to be more specific. I can't read minds." I scratch my head.

"Right. I'll just send a picture." I snap one and send and sit through about 5 minutes of silence before it delivers.

"Just got it. Let me see." She pauses. "Oh, sweetie... they told me it wouldn't happen this early. I thought I had time. I thought you'd be normal for longer." I freeze, panicking about it before cooling down and trying to play it off.

"Well, you know, I've never really been normal." I force a laugh. "What is it though? Does cancer run in our family?"

"No, no sweetie. It isn't cancer." I sigh in relief before she continues. "It's just a little, really itty bitty...um...curse." she laughs awkwardly.

"A what? How? When? Why?"

"Well, your great grandfather on my side...." Of course it was from her side of the family. I stand, lost in thought, ignoring her long winded story. "And so you're turing into a dragon."

"Oh, a dragon, that's not bad. It's not cancer. Wait WHAT!? REALLY?"

"Yes, but if you get true love's kiss, then you'll revert. What about that nice boy, William?"

"Mom, Will is my friend. My GAY friend. He likes men. Plus, not interested. Don't wanna touch people."

"But, honey-" I ignore her.

"Being a dragon sounds just fine. Don't gotta pay for gas. I can just fly wherever. Now food and a job will be tricky, but I could do circus shows? I guess? I'll figure it out later."

"Sweetie, you DON'T want to be a dragon. I can intruduce you to my friend's son. You can get true love's kiss, get married, give me grandkids-" I narrow my eyes.

"No thanks, bye Mom. Love you." I hang up and give myself another once over in the mirror. "A dragon, hmm? Wait till the DND boys hear about this!"