Gorgon Stone - TG with Medusa
I yawned, scraping a clawed finger against one of the snakes in my hair. It hissed in response, but I ignored it, bumping it up as I shifted. I let the scales sink into my skin, the tusks disappearing into my mouth as the snakes straightened themselves down my back. It had taken a month to get them to cooperate with the spell, I remembered, idly lifting a limp one as its appearance changed to strands of hair. They were the only things I couldn't physically change, the vestments of my position as a gorgon. But I liked making them look normal, sometimes, despite all my proclamations about not needing to fit in. It made the humans more fun to mess with.
I let the "hair" fall, arranging myself on the couch when the man came in. After a moments hesitation I shifted my clothing, remembering that my sisters weren't there to tease me anyway. The clothes shifted for a moment, thick cloth turning sheer across my breasts as the man's eyes adjusted to the dim lights. I gazed at him while he did so