.. if you're underage, stop reading (and howdid you get a hold of this in the first place), if you're offended bytransgender or transsexual ideas, sto... reading, and if you're unlikelyto enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading. Permission granted to re-post on any free site with attribution.This "spurt" of activity was both energizing and highly distractingfor me. My job demands much of my time, as does my wonderful partnerand lover, and I now remember why I cannot write as often or as. I let the Dragon expand past my face and neck and down my chest and my shoulders. I kept adding more skin, extending it across my breasts and down my arms. On my hands I drew claws dripping blood.Since more than half my body was involved, I went all the way, painting my whole body with gray-green scales that shifted and moved. I even did claws on my feet, but nobody but me knew that. This was the most I had ever done, and as soon as I had it all going I filed it away as a new selection that I. He told me allabout you, but he didn't say how pretty you are."Forcing down the humiliation of having my girlfriend seeing me as a fiveyear old girl, I nodded and asked her why she had been crying, althoughI knew the answer well enough.She said that her boyfriend had been run over by someone in a car andnow he was in heaven.Not saying anything else, I hugged her with true sympathy, catching aflash of amusement on Magestone's face as I did so.My heart went out to her. I only wished I could tell. Dad has a lot of enemies.Mother made potatoes, some kind of meat slab (I really don't know what is is. In my old village, Thet and I ate stew most of the time), and a cabbage soup. She made sure I had all my vegetables, and I'm guessing she did that because she never got to when I was little. The food was good, and we had milk to drink. When we were finished, we walked to the gardens, gathered some wood, and made a campfire. Everyone was asleep by this time, excluding us.Father and mother.