Prepared for a brave new world (Patreon)

You open your eyes still sleepy from the medication. The first thing you notice is the sterile room you was lying in, as well as the missing fixations on your arms and legs.

A calming music plays from a small speaker not far from your bed, and the air around your smelled kinda electrified and burned a bit in your lungs. With every breath, you also feel a sharp pain coming from a set of weird cuts on your ribcage... carefully you moved your fingers over them, to make sure you wasn't dreaming: Gills.

Slowly, you stood up and examined your hands and fingers. Your skin looked blueish and thick... covered in a rough skin that seemed to be made of tiny scales. The experiment had been a sucess: They made you a part of their team!

With a feeling of excitement, you slipped out of the bed and walked towards a mirror not far from the door to your left. The Nariok had promised to Include you in their latest scientific project, if you agreed to "adapt" to their standards - which basically meant you had to become one of them for the time of the project.

You looked at the strong, shark-woman in the mirror. The sharp teeth in your mouth still felt a little strange, together with the tail and gils you still had to learn to control. Other parts of your body seemed to already work excellent:

Your new, strong fingers grabbed the hem of your neckline, as you ripped the material open with ease: A wide grin flitted across your face as your hands glided over your new pair of firm breasts.

"Seems like everything worked out well," you whispered to yourself as your other hand slowly approached your crotch.

A shiver ran down your spine as you carefully ran your fingers over your pubic mound.

"I think we're going to have a great time!"