Strange as it was, Wanda couldn’t turn away. In the span of a minute, she had seen a real, live dragon, witnessed a live lesbian sex show, and watched her friend turn into a silver dragoness. She couldn’t have turned away if she wanted to.
Annie’s changes halted at last, and the multi-colored dragon dismounted her. They craned flexible necks to look at and kiss each other, and Wanda could make out characteristics of Annie’s Japanese heritage in her draconic features. It was definitely her.
The multi-colored dragon spoke to her. She couldn’t make out all the words, but he seemed to be talking about resting and being guarded. The other two girls, one of them a blond with red pupils, stopped what they were doing and talked with them for a few moments. The multi-colored dragon curled up into a sleeping ball as the dragon that had been…no, was…Annie rested on her haunches, standing vigilant guard over him. She talked with the other girls as she watched the sleeping dragon with what could only be described as love.
Wanda stayed in her observation spot, trying to reassemble her paradigm, and frantically pondering a course of action.
Fri May 3 19:48:45 2002