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lorenziniforce
@lorenziniforce

The dragon smiles, her sharp and piercing gaze joined by sharp, dangerous teeth - and yet she beamed not with malice nor condescension, but with warmth. "No need to keep that disguise on, friend." She says, as she takes a kettle off the stove - no doubt lit by her own flame - and pours the water within into the teapot, through a tea-strainer filled with the most wonderfully scented leaves. "When you have tea with me, you are safe to be yourself - to wear your own skin."

Disguise? You wonder what she means by this. What disguise? You come as you are - as you've always been.


"Oh my, you don't know?" The dragon, in her simple yet elegant house-dress and with her long, beautiful metallic-orange hair tied up in a neat bun, holds a claw up to her mouth as she gasps, her expression changing to one of genuine concern for you. "Oh my, oh my. I'm dreadfully sorry, We need to fix that right away, friend."

The dragon hurries to place the teapot and cups on the table in front of you, before scurrying off across the room, around a corner to a nook of books and storage-boxes.

"It is awful, just horrid to be stuck in a human disguise all the time! Believe you me - I used to be, too!"

Human disguise? You are human, though... However, deep down, part of you grumbles at that thought.

As you look at the corner around which she disappeared, you see her long tail poking around the edge, gently swaying to and fro as she searches the shelves. Something deep within you tries to sway yours in mimicry, like watching someone yawn... Hm? Where'd that thought come from?

The dragon returns holding a little book and a small box, shaking her head at your protests. "Oh, certainly not, cousin. I can tell, in the way you carry yourself. Forgive me, but you really do move with... a certain awkwardness. The hesitation of one not in their own skin."

The dragon opens the little book - the size of a pocket journal, yet covered in strange, beautiful writing and diagrams of formulae. She pours a cup of tea for you, then opens the box - revealing a dozen little baskets of carefully prepared powders, some of which seem to faintly sizzle. She takes a pinch each from three different ones, and mixes them one by one into your tea, as she mutters instructions to her self, looking at the book.

"Here we go, honey." She says as she hands you the cup. "A little draught for fixing form-stickiness. Drink up."

You take a sip, and your prison, the prison that held you for decades, melts away. Your fangs, your claws, your tail - suddenly they are here, when you'd only felt them before in denial-buried dreams. The world fills with color. You smell beautiful scents long denied to you - the faint woodsmoke of the dragon's flame, the ozone of the magic in the herbs - and let out a low, rumbling, happy growl.

The dragon grins. "Oh, you look good!" She beams, as she pours her own tea. You smile back, a smile full of fangs and a joy you'd never thought you'd ever know.

"It's lovely to meet you. Welcome home, cousin."

And you think, as you sip another sip of that delicious tea-

Yeah, It's lovely to finally meet myself, too.


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in reply to @lorenziniforce's post:

I'm also both trans and therian so I totally hear you!
The last 2 months or so have been hitting me like a brick with realizations about myself, which is kinda funny considering I think it's a similar timeframe to you becoming dragon :3c