“Oh, Diana,” Max whispered into her neck, “lemme get you out of that blouse.”
Diana giggled. “Really? Is that all you want to take off?”
But Max didn’t answer, for he was distracted by Diana’s arm suddenly transforming into a tentacle.
“Um.” Diana covered her mouth with her other, still normal arm. “That doesn’t usually happen.”
Max released his grip on Diana and stared as her whole body transformed into a many-fanged, tentacular beast. “Know what, I’m just gonna leave,” he said, panic creeping in his voice.
“Yeah, you go do that,” said the Thing that used to be Diana.