(Glad you liked my idea, Dragonman)
Tylin clutched her pillow, as she thought of the Dragon boy she was falling in love with from the Dragon realm. 'Zarkin...he's so...dreamy...but I'm not good enough for him.' She doubted herself, despite being the daughter of the (now permanently) goddess of all dragons. She heard claws rapping on her door before being pushed in, her mother coming in to comfort her.
"Tylin...remember 400 years ago?" Nazaric asked in her lovely motherly tone, one that helped Tylin feel at peace. "When you changed me? Yeah, I've never regretted it." Tylin replied genuinely, before clinging to the pillow more. "Mom, I really like Zarkin. But I just can't ask him out."
"Tylin, you're still the same person I met all those years ago. I saw your determination when you asked to become my child. You still have that determination as a dragoness. I know, deep down in my heart, that you can do it. Besides, all the dragons think you're a beautiful teen dragoness. I'm sure many would be running to you to ask you out!"
They both chuckled, as Tylin hugged her mother. Dragons, whether in feral or anthro form, never wore clothes, but after 400 years of seeing her parents naked all the time, it didn't matter. "Thanks, Mom." Tylin said as she released the hug. "I needed that." Nazaric smiled gently as she caressed her daughter's bright red scaled cheek. "You're welcome, Tylin, my beloved Demigoddess."