Matthew woke one day to find that his skin had become scaly and that his back had a dome-shaped growth on it. The growth sounded hollow when knocked upon, like a shell. He struggled to get out of bed and, once in the bathroom, stared incredulously at his new appearance.
No amount of lotion would smooth out the rough, greenish-grey skin. He tried, with an entire bottle. When that failed, he stood, staring into the mirror, contemplating with the strange calmness that comes after a serious shock. He certainly couldn't go to school or to work like this. He doubted if he could go out in public at all. He couldn't even go to the doctor. He wondered whether his physician made house calls. He wondered whether he would give his physician a heart attack, when the doctor saw that the young man strongly resembled a tortoise.
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