Tongue Out, Tentacles In



(My internet was all fucked up yesterday and couldn't post, sorry)

The moon hung low over the old cobblestone alley when the change began.
Lila had always been a tease — bright red hair, freckles dancing across her nose, that wicked habit of sticking her tongue out whenever she caught someone staring. But tonight, something answered back.
A strange warmth spread through her body. Then came the first slick, powerful tentacle curling around her waist. Instead of screaming, she grinned, tongue still out in mocking defiance.
“Think you can take me?” she whispered, voice husky.
More tentacles followed, thick and glossy, wrapping around her thighs, sliding over her bare midriff, and twisting through her long crimson hair. Her white tube top and tiny black shorts clung to her as the transformation surged. Yet her bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
She wasn’t afraid.
She was becoming something deliciously dangerous.
And she couldn’t wait to see who’d dare come closer.