I turned my head, but couldn’t see behind myself. Instead, I flicked my shoulders, and wings, long bat-like wings, extended out on either side of me... I also discovered that I now had a long, scaled tail.“Oh dear,” Bob moaned in his whiny voice. “I knew that you were a Dragon, and a female Dragon at that. Now you have assumed the body of a Warrior Dragon. We are so doomed!” he moaned in a near whisper, but I heard him easily.“Where are these Major Demons and my Familiar?” I demanded, and it came. Frankly, it seems extremely likely as I am so boyish. It’s only at ballet and in bed listening to slow jazz I feel extremely feminine. Oh, by the way, listening to slow jazz before bed makes probably anyone dream of, well, sex. [I move on to describe other secret fears].I’m not gay, why do I dream of some man a head taller than me dancing to slow jazz then settling down to a cozy warm bed. LORD PLEASE FORGIVE ME!I might have been a strange kid… However, I had to acknowledge as I grew older that. Her hands stroked my thighs, soft and warm, and they ever so slowly moved upwards to my pussy, which burned and pulsed with need. “What should I do with you now?” It was almost a growl. She bit my neck, directly on that soft, sensitive spot right next to my shoulder, and my breath hitched. “Anything!” I gasped. “Whatever you want!” “Good answer!” It was only a whisper, but it shook my whole body. My back arched when she finally touched my pussy again and started to rub slowly up and down. “Oh. He placed the wash cloth between her legs and began to gently wipe her. After he dried her, she felt so protected and taken care of. No man had ever done that for her before, and she was struck by how comforting it felt. When he had finished, he folded the washcloth up into a ball, and said, “Move over.” He set the washcloth on the floor, and folded the towel in half, and placed it over the wet spot. And that’s when he said it. “Isolde, I love you,” he said. “I love you too,” she said, without.