Blaire Prologue

Blaire stretched in bed, trying to shake off the feeling he'd had since he'd blinked his bleary eyes up that morning. Usually, with his alarm clock off, he could spend hours trapped between awake and asleep. This being his last day before school, he'd been hoping to daydream away the hours one last time - and would have, too, if not for that tingle.

He reached across his shoulder to scratch his left side, only to freeze. His chest, for whatever reason, was oddly obstructed, not to mention plushy. And… felt really good… His eyes snapped open, at the unusual thought, as a blush crept up his neck. It only got worse when he realized what was causing the sensation - a pair of fully functional female breasts. Which, after all, were only fitting what with his new found thin waist, round butt, and ruffled hair that reached both. She carefully reached down between her legs, only to let loose a terrified scream at the alien sensations that greeted her there. Though she was certain she'd felt something hard down there, whatever it was, it was quite clear that she definitely was no longer a him.

The door swung open, her mother bustling into the room. Even after all these years, with an eighteen year old son-turned-daughter, she didn't look any more than twenty, with ruffled black hair that looked so much like her new daughters, and glimmering green eyes that drew almost as much attention as her ample curves - more, from anyone who didn't want a tongue lashing. Right now, though, Blaire didn't have any time to think on that, as she stumbled over her words. "Mom, I know this doesn't make any sense, but it's me, you gotta believe me, it's-"

Her ramble of words were suddenly cut off but a bone crushing hug, as she experienced the new, strange, experience of having her mom's breasts squashed against her own. "Ooooh, you've got BREASTS!" her mother squeed, squeezing her tighter. "And they're so big - We get those from your grandmother, you know."

"Mom… you're…. squishing me!"

"Sorry, sorry," she grinned. "It's just…. Ooooh, you're so CUTE!" she said, squishing her all over again.

"Mom! Why… aren't you… freaking out! I'm a girl!"

"Well, duh!" she snorted. "And it took you long enough - I EXPECTED you to turn three years ago - you are one late bloomer, young lady!"

Blaire blushed, feeling like she should apologize or something. "But.. But mom! Why am I-"

"A girl?" she smiled. "Now, come on - it's not that bad… I've bet you already started exploring?"

"mooooooooooom!"

"Oh, hush! You have a perfectly normal amount of libido for a teenage girl. Just don't bring any boys home while your father's home."

"But moooooooom! I'm a guy!"

"Not anymore, you're not," she grinned, poking Blair in the thigh, and causing her look down, blushing - only to break off the blush in confusion with a blink. Her thighs were covered in red scales.

"Um… mom… why do I have scales?"

"Because I'm a dragon, silly," she laughed.

Blaire just blinked, for a moment. "Mom?"

"Well, why did you think you turned female? Mind you, it would have been much easier on all of us if you'd been born female, but your father was just so happy to have a boy, I just let it be… of course, now that my DNA's active, you're all the way you should be."

"I'm… I'm…?"

"Half dragon," she told him. "And I've been using human form, so I'm afraid you barely count as that."

"But… scales… me… College! I'm supposed to start college tomorrow!"

"Yes, and it's ALL taken care of. Your grandfather's been fixing things like this for eons, you know - there's a reason we didn't want you going to the same school as all your classmates."

"But… but I can't go to school like this!"

"Well, of course you can't, honey!" she cried, hugging her daughter again. "You're going to need some dresses, and skirts, and panties, and bras - you can try on some of my clothes, too, of course - ooh! And you just HAVE to try a thong."

"But mooooom!" she whined, "I don't wanna be a girl!"

"But, honey!"

"moooom!"

"Fiiiine," she sighed, looking pitiful. "But I can't turn you back, anyway."

"But-"

"BUT! There's a way to turn you back TEMPORARILY. But your'e still going to school like this."

"But-"

"No buts! It won't last more than a few hours. And I've waited eighteen years for you."

"Will you just tell me the way, mom?"

She grinned at her daughter, giving yet another squeezing hug before her daughter could dodge. "Now, come on. I've got you a couple companions to take you on your way."

"Companions?"

"Well, duh. You didn't think your mom didn't see this coming, did you? Besides, your friends have been waiting years for this - they've already got their own items."

"Friends!?"

"What? You didn't think you were the ONLY one, did you?" she teased, sashaying out "I'll have some clothes for you in a jiffy, hon!"

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A few minutes latere, Blaire was walking downstairs, her skirt uncomfortably tight, her thong horridly alien, and her push up bra being horribly unnecessary. She didn't know where she was supposed to be going, but she did know one thing - ANYWHERE had to be better than spending her last day at home.