HOME | DD

Description
Chet was always in some phase, what he'd call an "interest phase." He didn't want to just say phase, because he thought it would imply everything else. Fetishes, dreams, pretending to be that favorited character/other for a little while. Well, now it came back around to the one and only world of Pokemon. Once again, he was into Charizard. Even though Charizard is loved and adored by everyone who ever lived through the 1990's and knew Pokemon from the day it was born, Chet was engaged in looking up all sorts of cool fan made art of Charizard. It even included finding some decent wallpapers for his cell phone and computer. His friends and folks weren't surprised. They were practically prepped for all the sorts of things Chet will want to have. Being someone who still lives upstairs and not in the basement at 16, he had his own room at least. Some old shirts or boxers were hung over the chair and bed in his tan colored room. It wasn't a pigsty, but somewhere in the middle of "Clean" and "Holy Crap Man, Clean Your Damn Room." Laying on his bed, tucked in under his cocoon of a comfy blanket, keeping him warm, he looked at the news. Local headlines read:

"Unpredicted meteor shower sighted in space to pass earth tonight. Seems like a stargazing tour is in order."

"Huh," Chet said to himself, "Oh wait! I can wish upon a star! Or...a meteor, if that can even work. Oh well, worth a shot."

Time passed, the sun was setting, dinner was made and eaten by Chet and his family, and the time of the meteor shower was near. Chet was doing all sorts of chores around the house at one, frantically, motivated to persuade his parents to let him stay out a little longer at dark in the backyard for the meteor shower. He succeeded in his efforts, jumping joyfully, and grabbed a lawn chair and some binoculars. He dashed outside, setting up the chair and sat down in it. Turns out, his parents just let him do whatever he wants so they don't have to listen to him inside the house. It was starting to annoy them.

After a little while of ten minutes, Chet saw something in the corner of his eye at the sky. Something was falling down the sky. No, two things. Three. Four. Six. It was the meteor shower. It was happening. He kept his fingers crossed to see a "shooting meteor," which could look just like any other. Looking back into the window, he could see his parents talking to each other. Although he couldn't make up what they were exactly saying through the glass, he could see his father shake his head, and his mother was facepalming embarrassed. Suddenly, Chet's excitement morphed into embarrassment and idiocy, feeling stupid for going through all these "phases" that occurs every now and then. He frowned and slouched back in his chair, looking up at the starry night sky. While the meteors were still passing by, Chet somewhat grinned at the sight of them, delighted at the sight of such an event to happen.

"Well...Still looks pretty cool" He said to himself, "Damn. If only I had a camera to record this. Oh well..." He put his arms behind his head, thinking about some things. "*sigh* I gotta let it go. As much as I want to, it's only something that won't ever happen. A goal without a plan. That's just a dream, a want." He realizes his dream won't come true, logically, and decides to go back inside.

As he packs the lawn chair back up, he doesn't see the meteor heading straight for his backyard. Chet whistles as he walks back towards the back porch door, until he dropped the binoculars. Turning around and picking them up, he could only see a giant space rock for a split second before it impacted on the ground, hitting him as well.

CRASH!!!

Smoke emits from the crash site, a deep hole into the ground, with a dragged path leading towards it. Slowly, his hands rise and grip onto the ground, pulling himself up with his shaky arms. He was covered in dust and dirt, looking like he just got hit by a meteorite. And, clearly, he has been. Dusting himself off and shaking his head off from the current dizziness he had, Chet tried to collect his thoughts together. Simultaneously, something was happening to the meteor. It had some distinctive yellow-orange-ish glow to its core, noticeable through various holes in the space rock. As Chet was climbing up and out, all of the glowing yellow-orange light absorbed into his body, draining all the color out. After a few seconds, it was just another dark grey, almost ebony black, rock on the ground, looking out of place.

As Chet's legs were slightly shaking, struggling to keep him balanced, his parents zoomed out the door and tended to him, looks of chaos and extreme shock on both of their faces.

"Oh my God! My poor baby! Are you alright!?" Chet's mother exclaimed to him, tears forming in her ducts.

"*cough cough,* I'm fine, Mom. I just...feel a little dizzy and all. Like...I just got slammed by a meteorite."

"Now's not the time for jokes, son. You could be seriously injured" Chet's father said.

"B-but...I'm not lying--"

"Come on, Chet" His mother interrupted, "You need some rest. We need to figure out what's going on with you, and we need to see if anything's broken."

"But--" Before Chet could say anything more, he was rushed to his bedroom. He was laid on his bed, tucked in under his thin layered blanket, pillows fluffed up, and was given some water on his little set of drawers that held his lamp. He was left alone in his room, his parents telling him to take a nap or something; they thought it would help. Chet tried to get up, but when he was sitting up, his vision blurred and darkened, ultimately ending up with him falling his head on the pillows and blacking out.

When Chet woke up from passing out in bed, he looked over to his little cabinet and his clock said, "12:32 A.M." He had no idea he'd be out that long, if he knew what the time was before he went out cold. He remembered the time was around 6 P.M. or somewhere around there. He'd been out for 6 hours. Taking a look at his hands ans arms, moving his fingers one by one and clenching his hands into fists, then out as hands, to fists, and so on. He didn't feel any different....or did he? Chet felt extremely thirsty, and a throat drier than the Sahara Desert. Panting and sticking his tongue out, he searched his counters and shelves for any water, new or somewhat old. Fortunately, he looked into his little cooler and found a cold Aquafina Bottle of water. Twisting the cap open, he chugged the entire bottle of water down, gulp by gulp, in one take. Letting out an "Ahhhhh!" of feeling refreshed, he couldn't help but start to sweat a little all over, feeling lukewarm.

"What's going on? Is it hot in here...or is it just me?"

Chet's sweat started to show in his armpits, his chest, forehead, and legs. Minute by minute, second by second, he started to feel a little bit warmer. And not only that, but his heart started to beat at a faster rate. All of this happening rapidly at once started to frighten Chet.

"What the? What's-what's happening to me?"

He could feel some tingling in his hands and fingernails, as well as something happening to his skin. Chet's fingernails were always cut short or chewed short, until they started to elongate and sharpen, some fingers coming closer and closer together. So adjacent next to each other that they started to fuse together to make bigger fingers, or what could now look like talons with big sharp, white claws. Chet's fingers went from five normal human fingers to three larger ones, unfamiliar to what Chet would soon become. His arms started to lose length and shorten a little, and his legs start to shorten as well. After moments of the shortening, Chet now had larger hand-claws, thick shorter legs, and feet with three big claws on his feet, resembling a similar change to his hands.

Chet noticed his skin harden into thick leather, then hardened scales, colored orange, on his entire body. It even spread to his face and head, which, somehow, had his hair still on it. Chet could feel his gut expand out a bit, only stopping after ten seconds. Bright yellow, almost apricot-ish, scales formed along his gut and under.

Chet couldn't bare keeping his clothes on anymore. He tried to take them off, but his torso and spine grew, shredding his clothes. Chet could feel a new part of him, a tail rapidly growing and being covered in the scales, orange on top, and the same bright yellowish color on the bottom. Chet was growing in height as his entire body grew, his tail moving left and right to get a test feel and some blood flowing through it.

Now Chet could feel something try to push out from his shoulder blades, bulging out. With a few cracks here and there, and two tiny appendages grew out. Following that, leathery skin started to stretch and form in a light blue or teal-ish color, forming recognizable wings of an iconic character. But it wasn't just any character. Chet's neck extended and grew longer and longer, his spine re-configuring itself to the lower corner of his skull, making the position of his head look more draconic. However, his head was the only thing left somewhat human....at least for now.

Chet was shouting out in shock, awe, and fear as the whole transformation went on unexpectedly, but now he couldn't talk at all. He felt like someone was grabbing his vocal chords and crumbling them up into a paper ball, and he also felt two orange horns protrude and grow out the back of his head. His hair fell off completely, and his head shifted more and more like one of the most favorited Pokemon ever in the Pokemon series: Charizard. Chet's eyes changed, his irises slanting and narrowing more and more, the color changing blue, just like Charizard's. His teeth fell out of his changing mouth and muzzle/snout, replaced by four sharp fangs. His nose was two little nostrils above the edge of his mouth. His head was now like a Charizard's, completely removing all familiarity of being a human. Finally, Chet felt an ignition of fire come from his tail, jolting him alert and more awake than ever.

One last thing, his vocal chords. Trying to make a sound, only making cracking mumbles, Chet sounded more like either a donkey or a teenager with a constant cracking voice. That was, until he felt his vocal chords reform and stretch like taffy, making his voice much, much deeper. His petty whines became bestial, draconic growls and snarls. Feeling something quickly rumble in his chest, he widened his eyes, spread his wings as far as they could go, grip his clawed hands tight, and let out an unbelievably loud and proud roar, releasing a streak of yellow and red fire. It was intense enough that his room shook, and the whole house probably shook as well.

"RAAAAAAWWWRZARD!!!" He exclaimed, his transformation complete. Chet was not Chet anymore. Chet is now a full on Charizard, head to toe, inside and out.

Now looking down at his hands and feet, as well as the rest of his newer body, Chet was speechless. His deeper breathing, the tail, the scales, the whole shebang. Everything was going to be different now. For him, for his friends, for his family--

"Oh Shit! My parents! What're...What are they gonna say when they see me like this? What am I gonna say to them? What CAN I say to them? I probably can't speak English now!" Chet said in his head. He let out some small grumbles as he thought these things, looking worried and concerned. The newly turned Charizard looked at his shredded clothes, and now at the burnt spot on the ceiling, leaving a hole. He started to take steps on the wooden floor, it creaking heavily with each step due to his gained weight from the transformation. He stopped at the hearing of footsteps speeding their way to his room up the stairs, thanks to his enhanced sense of hearing. Looking around for a place to hide, the worried Charizard then had no other choice but to try and cover himself with his wings and arms. It really didn't cover as much as he'd like to, honestly. As Chet's parents burst through the door, both of them scream and fall back against the hall in the hallway at the sight of this freakishly lifelike orange dragon in their son's room. They both try to hold onto each other, being scared shitless as if they'd seen a ghost. In reality, this would be much, much more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

"Mom! Dad! It's me! Chet! Your son! Please, calm down!" was what Chet said and understood in his head, but to his parents, he sounded almost angry and threatening to them, adding even more sheer terror from him.

"That's it! I've had enough of this!" Chet's father yelled out as he ran to the master bedroom, pulling out a black case of some kind. Meanwhile, his mother tried to kick away her feet at Chet, standing, or more like sitting, her ground and marking the boundary line.

"Stay back you monster! Back, I say!" She shouted, "D-don't come any closer!"

That's when Chet started to for a tear in his eye, starting to slowly retreat back into the corner, his back to the wall, sitting down with his tail in front of him. He couldn't believe what was happening, and such in rapid pace too. He began to sob and weep, tears falling to the floor, whining a little here and there. His mother stopped kicking and got the craziest thought in her life: That monster was her beloved son.

She got up and slowly took a step closer toward the Charizard, laying a hand on his face, seeing something in its eyes. She couldn't really tell specifically what it was, but she felt that this dragon was really her son. Feeling convinced, she said, "C-Chet? Is...Is that you?"

Chet nodded and sniffled, trying to hold back more tears.

"Aww, my poor Chet. Come here, you. It's okay." She and Chet hugged each other, Chet curling his tail around them. His tail flame didn't harm or spread to his mother's clothes, touching and leaving them unscathed.

Chet began to weep a little more on his mother's shoulder.

"Shhhh. Shhh, it's okay. It's alright Chet. You don't need to be upset anymore. Okay?"

Chet nodded once more, smiling a little as his final tears escaped his ducts.

As for his father...Well, he came back. Only he was locked and loaded with a double-barreled shotgun, pointed right at Chet.

"Don't move honey! I've got this damn thing in my sight!"

"Ronald! No!" Chet's mother exclaimed as she tackled his father, the shot going off and shooting out one of the ceiling fan's lights.

The two parents struggled to get the gun, but Chet intervened and took it, breaking and ruining the weapon with his bare hands and teeth. Although it wasn't physically seen in his muscles, he clearly had more strength than he realized.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing, woman? Can't you see what I'm trying to do--"

"He's our son, Goddammit! You fucking drunk dumbass! You almost killed him!"

"That 'thing!?' our son? Have you lost your damn mind?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but trust me! Have I ever been wrong to you before?"

"Well, where to begin..."

"Not the time! *sigh,* I know it's hard to believe, but just give it a chance. Besides, he hasn't attacked us."

"Yet."

"He won't. Because he's our son."

"Right. Well, If he REALLY IS our son, then let him talk to us. Go on, 'Son,' show your old man some love."

Chet, now looking annoyed and somewhat pissed, he showed some love alright. He stuck his middle claw-finger up at him, flipping him off and growling lowly in the process. In the past, he's been seen and known to do that to him at times.

Chet's father immediately knew who the beast really was.

"Oh...Uhmm, well it's...It's good to uhh...see you, Chet."

Chet snarled at his father.

"Well, let's just try and figure out how we're going to deal with this..." his mother suggested.

===================================================================================================
Epilogue: Months pass and Chet has adapted to his new body, or rather his new life as a Charizard. He eats twice to almost three times as much, sleeps just at that amount, and gets some time outdoors everyday, taking it to the skies. Soaring high, Chet was never happy in his lifetime.

All because one simple wish came true.

Something with a plan is a goal. A goal without a plan is a wish.