"Ohhh, I be likin' DAT one, Tori!" Bree said, pointing at the tattooed Latina tomboy in the Lycanthropy Aisle. "She spicy!"
"She does look like a girl who wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life as an anthro dragon," Tori remarked. "Let's go talk to her."
"See anything ya likin'?" Bree asked the Latina as she and Tori stepped toward.
"Not yet," the tattooed girl answered in a slightly accented voice. "Hola, I'm Gabriela Santiago, but everyone calls me Gabi, even mi mamá y papá."
"I be Breeyonna Dukes," said Bree, holding out a mocha-colored hand for Gabi to shake, "but all my homies call me Bree."
"I'M tempted to call you Tiny," Gabi chuckled, noting Bree's short and skinny physique. "It suits you."
"Heh, true dat," Bree laughed. "An' dis be my homegirl Tori LaPorte." Bree gestured to Tori. "We here to make ya a once-in-a-lifetime offer. You single?"
"Is this why you walked up to me in the nude?" Gabi laughed.
"No, it's not quite like that!" Tori hastily explained, blushing in spite of her new Cambodian complexion as she remembered her nakedness. "We just put on our new cocks recently, and we never really got dressed after we finished playing around with them."
"Well, you single?" Bree repeated the question.
"I actually am, Tiny," Gabi answered, running a tattooed hand over her dark brown mohawk. "I had a girlfriend, but we broke up over my need for teriantropía. She never understood why I would want to be a mujer-bestia."
"A what?" asked Bree.
"It means 'beastwoman', Tiny," Gabi smiled indulgently. "My ex thought it was crazy and weird, and she had a panic attack when we discovered this shop. She said she'd leave me if I went through with changing myself. Well, I decided that anyone who wants to control my decisions that hard doesn't actually love me, so I dumped that rotten puta. So, are you asking me out, Tiny?"
"Sho' am!" Bree smiled. "Ya see, I need a girlfriend fo' my change to work right, an' you lookin' mighty fine to me, girl."
"I think I'd be open to that, Tiny," Gabi smiled. "You ARE awfully cute. So, what's your transformation?"
"Lemme put it dis way," Bree said. "Whutchu wanna turn yo'self into? Sumptin' badass?"
"Exactly!" Gabi agreed enthusiastically. "I want my werebeast species to be a COOL animal! Something like a lion or a tiger or a wolf or a bear or..."
"Or a dragon?" Bree said, a mischievous smile on her face.
Gabi's eyebrows shot up. "I'm listening."
Bree held up the anthro Chinese dragon costume. "Dis gonna be my body soon. Thing is, it do come with cool supapowas, like weather control an' flyin' an' changin' back into a human wheneva I wanna, but dey only activate when I get me a mate an' she make me cum. I hopin' dat where you come in. Ya gotta be an anthro dragon yo'self fo' da blessin' to count, jus' so ya know."
Gabi smiled, glancing at the dragon tattoo coiling around her right arm. "So I get a girlfriend AND a superpowered dragongirl form? I fail to see any downside to this!"
"There are some," Tori chimed in. "Celestial dragons pair for life, and their bond is sacred. By decree of the Chinese gods, you can't cheat or break up with your mate, or you'll lose your powers... which means wearing your anthro dragon form at all times, even around people you'll really wanna hide it from. Also, the Jade Emperor might send you emissaries in your dreams to ask you to perform tasks for the Celestial Bureaucracy."
"I'm good with that," Gabi smiled. "When I get into a relationship, I'm in it for the long haul. As for the other part, being a superpowered agent of the Chinese gods sounds seriously cool! So let's go get me a magic costume of my own." She excitedly rubbed her hands together, causing her toned muscles to ripple beneath her tattooed skin.