Mycel stretched his arms as the teacher stood up. The book kid's demonstration was pretty much over, and it was about time he walked up and showed his. As the teacher addressed him, Mycel stood up with a wide grin.
"With [b]pleasure.[/b]"
He flexed his right arm and stretched out his hand out to the students and the teacher.
"Now, don't be so surprised."
He said with an eager grin as his right hand changed color. It turned from human flesh into yellow and green mold, slowly from the fingertips to the wrist. His grin changed into a malicious smirk, and smacked a section of the hand off his arm. The lump of mold fell to the gym floor. Mycel casually picked it up and placed it on his hand before smudging it back on the right arm. The mold grew back into a part of his hand. He flexed the restored hand and stretched his arms out.
"There."