"David Robbins - Blade 13 - Vengeance Strike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

almost forgot to direct the transformation. He'd done that once, a decade
ago in Mongolia, and wound up as a formless mound of flesh. Thank God
the brain remained intact no matter what other changes took place.

So what should he be? Speed was of the essence. He must satisfy the
craving, revert, and get back before anyone realized he'd gone. What
would be best in a city of humans? The obvious occurred to him and he
chuckled.

A hooker would be ideal.

He opened the pores in his skin and let the chemicals seep out,
saturating his clothes, rendering the fabric mutable. Unfortunately,
prolonged exposure to air rendered the chemicals unstable after two or
three hours. He would be stuck with whatever style he was wearing at that
time unless he treated the clothing again.

His head started to elongate, his facial features shifting. The prickling
sensation in his lips and chest tickled. He wanted to giggle but suppressed
the inclination. If a human discovered him now, while he was helpless, he
might well be killed. Humans were incapable of understanding the
change; they tended to view his kind with utter horror.

Both his arms and legs extended several inches and became much
slimmer. The skin responded superbly to his every desire, flowing and
shifting like a thing alive.

A minute went by. Then two.

He felt his fingers taper outward and the nails grow an inch in a
second. His face acquired an oval cast. A wave of hair sprouted from his
head and flowed to his narrowing shoulders. The sweet scent of the
chemicals exuded by his body during the transformation tingled his
nostrils. It had been so long since the last time that he almost slipped into
a rapturous delirium.

At last the alterations were completed. Straightening, he blinked and
looked down at the lacy red dress barely covering his shapely figure. Going
female always gave him a creepy feeling; he'd much rather assume
masculine guises, but in this instance the drastic change was prudent. He
knew females of his kind who were equally reluctant to become males. It
had something to do with natural biological imperatives according to the
other ones he'd talked to.

He waited for the chemicals to dry and his skin to give off a human
scent before venturing to the alley mouth. Checking to make certain no
humans were nearby, he stepped out and turned to the left. He wished he
had access to a mirror. Every part seemed to be in its proper place but
accidents had been known to happen, such as the time Gorf had
transformed and wound up with an extra leg. Which proved that a brief