Well you've already been warned on the Mainland about the
kind of weird things going down at Pleasure Island
so when you feel the scales sprouting on your ' hide
the stretch and crackle of growing bones you realize
with dismay you're turning into a dragon.
Since dragons in the history books were generally big nasty brutish things with a low IQ you're not too
thrilled.
Then the intense pain around you're crotch begins and
it feels like a 6 inch wide pipe is being rammed in there
by invisible forces.
Not only are you turning into a minless brute
but you'll be trying to push basketballs through you're
own developing 'tunnel of love' for the next few centuries till
some guy called Bart drives a arrow into your black beating
heart .
So it was almost a mercy when the transforming smoke
intensified and you felt this mutating brutish female dragon
body of yours start to dissolve under the effects of the smoke
till for a time you were just a consciousness drifting in
a formless void.
That all came to a crashing crushing bending at your
knees halt when you rematerialized
and felt the Call of Nature.
Since you happened to be starting in front of a open stall
with a inviting toilet in it you stampeded in
sat yourself down on its seat and emptied your
dragoness bladder in the bowl.
That done you quickly checked around yourself,
In front of your eyes was your scaly green and brown snout
and you figured out the thing was about the length of one
of your 4 digited hands.
No wings OK
No tail OK
Obviously female parts between your legs
which were covered in a sort of camaflouge pattern
of green brown and black scales.
In the reflective mirror mounted on the inside of the stalls
door you saw yourself in the mirror
a nude dragoness ,who although she had 'odd' characteristics
from what you knew of anthro dragoness's
you were a anthro dragoness for sure,albeit minus wings
and tail.
Your horns appeared ridulously long and those teeth,though
set in a modest snout,looked
wickedly dangerous,those of a dragoness used to tearing
apart her prey.
In concern you looked at your hands and feet.
Though they weren't quite human,they weren't savage and brutish either.Clearly your new body had evolved from a more
primitive ancestor that had changed its fore and hind paws
to mimic the hands and feet of a primate.
And those finned ears were big,spiky and sensitive to the touch,
As you accidentally poked one with a filed down
'finger claw' the spasms of pain sent to your dragon brain caused
you to growl a beastial grow deep in your chest.
That was all fine and dandy but you had arrived in this
world in your 'birth day suit' with not even a bra in sight
to support your modest and unassuming breasts.
You were stuck in a pickle for a few minutes but then you heard
the Dragoness Ladies door slaw open as another dragoness
stampeded for the stall beside yours.Soon she was shucking a gown and draping it on the stall partition between the two of you.
As she thrummed happily as she heeded her Call of Nature you gently
snicked her gown with one of your
finger claws and drew it down towards you.
As you quietly slipped on her gown over your body
( yeah you had the wide hips and hourglass shape of a female )
you glanced down at the contents of the toilet bowl below
you,your
black urine with little gold specks floating in it.
The sight of those gold specks awakened a mild possessive urge
in you for those gold specks but you
pushed the urge down and concentrated on
getting this 1920s style Flappers Outfit to cover your stuff.
Then quietly you tip toed out of the stall
out of the Dragoness Ladies Washroom
and entered the Main Area.