[ WP ] One day , in High School , you unintentionally get into a fight and are stabbed in the process . As you lie dying on the floor with everyone around you , you notice that your hands and face are beginning to glow a fiery yellow . You seem to be `` regenerating . ''

And there I lied, stabbed in my chest. But what's this? I'm a dragon? No, dragons do not regenerate. One thing playing Northring taught me is that trolls regenerate, unless hit by fire. 
 
 The wound on my chest keeps swelling up. My entire chest keeps swelling up. I get up with my glowy hand and face, run through the crowd around me, to my locker. Since I smoke, I have a pair of matches. 
 
 My chest has burst through my shirt now. It's swelling really bad. I find my matches and set the few chest hairs I have on fire. My face and hands stop glowing, as I sigh in relief. It's over... 
 
 Everyone had followed me to see what would happen. A moment of silence. And the school bully Billy yells:'' IAmTheNight2014 grew boobies! IAmTheNight214 grew boobies!'' Everybody laughs. But I do n't care, I squeeze and caress them in front of everyone. Then I reach out with my mouth and lift them to barely lick the nipples. They stop laughing and show disgust. But as I said, I do n't care. It was a kind of thing I've always fantasized about. 
 
 BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP 
 
 I slam my hand on the alarm clock. Of course. Such a nonsensical thing could never happen. But it sure feels good to have wet dreams now and then.
