> "And did you, Keith?" a scrawny boy asks. I look at him and gesture to the grey walls that surround us and the little metal trays that contain the last vestiges of whatever slop we had for lunch earlier. > > > > "No, James, I didn't."

I didn't understand this part, can someone please explain?

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I guess you could play as yourself at that point

That was beautiful!

Also r/dragonsfuckingcars...

Don't stumble into that one...

Holy shit did you really turn a mistake into a thicc plot? If so, it is an absolute terrific turn and an awesome plot. Cant wait to read more

Op username checks out

I admire my face in the mirror. I've seen it millions of times before, so why does it feel so off today? Is there a stress pimple trying to hide somewhere? Is my mind playing games on me? I've felt that I looked weird before, but not like this. Just what is it? I move my face around to study it more, to try and make that nagging feeling that something isn't right go away. I tilt my head upward ever so slightly. There, there it is! Something glimmering in the light, just below my chin. But, what is it? I run my finger over the red glimmer and feel a coarseness I've never felt before. It can't be a freckle, freckles don't feel this way. Is it... cancer?

I pull out my phone and frantically google whatever it could be, but no pictures match it. And I just scared myself and saw tumors and decay for nothing. Great. I decide to call my mom. Whatever it is, it probably has something to do with her god awful genetics. It rings twice before she answers.

"What is it sweetie? You never call me. How are you? You know I worry."

"Well, yeah. It's not great. Between work and everything..." I trail off. "Anyway, that's not why I called. There's a spot right under my chin and it's freaking me out. Do you have any idea what it could be?"

"Acne again? Or something else? You'll need to be more specific. I can't read minds." I scratch my head.

"Right. I'll just send a picture." I snap one and send and sit through about 5 minutes of silence before it delivers.

"Just got it. Let me see." She pauses. "Oh, sweetie... they told me it wouldn't happen this early. I thought I had time. I thought you'd be normal for longer." I freeze, panicking about it before cooling down and trying to play it off.

"Well, you know, I've never really been normal." I force a laugh. "What is it though? Does cancer run in our family?"

"No, no sweetie. It isn't cancer." I sigh in relief before she continues. "It's just a little, really itty bitty...um...curse." she laughs awkwardly.

"A what? How? When? Why?"

"Well, your great grandfather on my side...." Of course it was from her side of the family. I stand, lost in thought, ignoring her long winded story. "And so you're turing into a dragon."

"Oh, a dragon, that's not bad. It's not cancer. Wait WHAT!? REALLY?"

"Yes, but if you get true love's kiss, then you'll revert. What about that nice boy, William?"

"Mom, Will is my friend. My GAY friend. He likes men. Plus, not interested. Don't wanna touch people."

"But, honey-" I ignore her.

"Being a dragon sounds just fine. Don't gotta pay for gas. I can just fly wherever. Now food and a job will be tricky, but I could do circus shows? I guess? I'll figure it out later."

"Sweetie, you DON'T want to be a dragon. I can intruduce you to my friend's son. You can get true love's kiss, get married, give me grandkids-" I narrow my eyes.

"No thanks, bye Mom. Love you." I hang up and give myself another once over in the mirror. "A dragon, hmm? Wait till the DND boys hear about this!"

People don't understand how curses work.

Yes, Matti wanted to be a dragon... and now he was one in new york. Kaijus of course aren't too common so Matti ended up under lock and key somewhere in Area 77. They don't have much to etnertain them; just a big tv. don't have games for something that size and theirnot allowed out too often.

After all their massive.

coruse the funny thing is that it spreads. a lot of peopel with ancestry from Europe (the eastern dragons can take human form... they're just insufferable) began taking the shape of dragons. whether it's magic or ancestry or a curse no one is sure but it's... odd.

some are lucky to be able to communicate. others go feral, insane...

sadly, these days were not built for dragons.

If you request so, I can continue on here with the editing that has been granted but, +25 upvotes? Even with the typos and other flaws that I have and haven't noticed. I guess, I am doing something right then?

'Asking for you name is going to require us to trade info, doesn't it?' she asked 'Yes, but, you already know what I would ask from you' I replied and just look at the view 'My name is Jill Gilegan' Jill said 'Ruzen, nice to meet you ma'am' I said and turn my head to look at her then nod to her. She nods back looking a bit unsure.

She then continues browsing. I look at the sky and it is closing on evening. Wind is going to be very cold for her. 'I am not on a clock am I?' Jill asks sounding nervous 'Only on certain type of clock' I said 'What is that supposed to mean?' Jill asked sounding both nervous and confused.

'Take a look at the time on your phone' I said '18:11, what about it?' Jill asked calming down but, still confused 'Winds above the tree tops are going to be very cold, to the point of may cause hypothermia without proper clothing' I said 'That makes a lot of sense' Jill said understanding the danger.

'So, what do we do?' Jill asked as I smell the air and she notices my tongue quickly visiting air close of her. She just raised her eye brow at this as I memorize her scent, because I have a feeling she is going to visit me again later. 'Well, I am guessing you don't have a tent with you' I said and get up then stretch a bit.

'I don't, we are going to your den?' Jill said catching on quick 'Exactly, winds even here on the ground level are going to be a bit too much for human even with your clothing to handle. Consider this as kindness and a way to ask that you do not tell about me to anybody' I said and motion with my head for her to follow me.

She got up from the rock and we start traveling to my den following the river upstream we arrive to a den I burrowed. I enter and at the place I sleep at, I lie down. I open my right side wing a little and take position to allow Jill to sleep against me 'Come on, you might want to eat something before we sleep' I said.

'What do you eat?' Jill asked walked under my right wing and sat down on my front right leg and under my wing 'Mostly wild animals, one bear is enough for three days' I said 'Wow, you are so warm' Jill said amazed by my body heat 'I mean, isn't that normal for my size?' I asked 'Right, it makes sense' Jill said and relaxes.

She then started eating her meal and drinks some water from a bottle both of which were in her backpack 'What exactly are you interested on anyway?' Jill asked 'Finally you ask, history is what I love hear about' I said 'You...' Jill said agitated a bit but, catches herself 'Is asking so difficult?' I asked from her.

'Considering how you barter... Yes' Jill said bottling her agitation 'Fair answer, just use some common sense before asking' I said 'Fair enough... I am exhausted...' Jill said sounding a bit tired 'So many feelings in such little time and I am guessing walking for at least three hours will do that you' I said.

'That is very accurate, I was hoping I could make it back home after hour and a half rest but, then I saw you' Jill said opening up a bit 'Wondering around the woods that late is not wise, miss Jill. Very unwise' I said 'Well, with the presence of a dragon, I am quite sure wild animals aren't even anywhere close by' Jill said.

'Not many, few and quite distance from one and another, however, it doesn't mean that they wouldn't move through the area as quickly as possible and who knows at what kind of condition the animal is' I said 'You are right... Thank you' Jill said 'Consider this kindness and a way of asking you to not tell anybody about me' I said.

'It is a promise...' Jill said as she finally succumbed sleep due to exhaustion and after a while I fall asleep too. You are lucky lady Jill, you very likely would have had horrible follow up day if it wasn't for my kindness and caring of those who I used to be.

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Was curious if it was a plot device. Rad!

Tactical comment for coming back.

Amazing write up so far!

Oh. I see.

Have you ever heard of the so called “scalies” and “furries”

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cant wait

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Please tag me

People fantasize about this? Elaborate.

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[Poem]

Three keys quite different from each other

Varied in size, shape, and hue

One of gold, second of silver, third of copper

Longing to perform their duty

A plum colored door awaits for a purpose

Its hinges desperate for friction

But what will each key reveal

For that is the question

The gilded key is heavy in hand

Embellished in intricate designs

Turned to the left to expose a wintry land

Piercing frigid air

Key of slate, lightweight and smooth

Opens to darkness, black as night

An all consuming void, impending doom

It seeks out to devour the light

The copper key is certain of its cause

As it pivots to the right

It opens with confidence, not giving pause

Warmth radiates from within

As if everything good has been contained

Nothing seen or felt like it before

Key of lesser metal, worth just as much

If not more