However, the dragon does not intend to have intercourse with you. He merely tested your lips and general figure to judge how well you'd do as a bait for princes and other would-be heroes. That is a relief, that the dragon isn't really interested in you in a sexual way. Alas, you still passed the test to attract knights with flying colors. You are to be a prize worthy of all the men around and put on display as such. You are a piece of eye candy! How revolting! You don't want men to have the hots for you! You are repulsed by the idea of being in an intercourse with another male. It makes you want to hurl and die of disgust.
For the dragon, though, it is most amusing and practical. He knows you are a convicted male criminal and seeing you squirm in your new form amuses him immensely. He keeps you all dolled up, bathed and perfumed, not to mention coiffed and plucked and groomed. You are all curves, luscious curves. Your lips are plump and your digits and feet dainty. Your feet are tiny, actually, and your more pronounced butt and boobs bouncy and perky. Your curly hair is all shiny locks and as golden as wheat. Your skin looks incredibly soft, even at a distance, and when your privacy is covered, it only makes the intruders want to know more, to rip the veils or skirts covering it. Sometimes the dragon exposes you very, very scantily clad, the gauzy veils merely covering what the knights wish to see, their sexual appetites thirsting mightily at the sight of your quivering flesh. They reek of an intense lusty desire. Yourself staring at your reflection know you'd rape yourself if you met a woman such as your current self. And you are bored, so bored, that shamefully you can obey the dragon by trying on jewellery, dresses and trudging through hours and hours of self-care. The dragon has even installed a piece of castle with lots of rooms ripped from an actual castle so you can live in it. Except it makes you even more feel like being a Barbie doll, complete with a playset! How humiliating! And this dragon likes to dress you up and demands you dance and simper and act all girly all for his own amusement! All the while knowing you used to be a guy! You try to warn the knights, princes and heroes coming to rescue you that you are a man - or rather used to be - alas they never listen, or cannot hear you. And the dragon gets a good meal, horse included. Each time the dragon leaves his lair to hunt, you know he'll give bring you back so-called presents, all so you can be even more of a girly princess. Each day is a torture, a torture without pain, and you wonder when it shall finally stop.