Itchy

Steve itched and itched until he could stand it no longer. He gave into the primal urge—the urge to scratch. He scratched everywhere. His arms, his legs, his back, his torso, his head, everywhere until he realized...he had scratched his entire skin off, but not in a grotesque way. No, he was a whole new person, a whole new creature! He had shiny blue scales that lined his bones like armor, and were smooth and cool like a pistol. And he was no longer itching! Hoorah for dino scales! Now he could rawr with the the kids in the playground.