I enjoy my quivering rest for blissful minutes.

In a snap the experience is cleared away. I rock back onto my feet is if startled from a dream.

She transforms into a turquoise sheet of material like thick deep shag rugs. The experience of being enfolded and cuddled is not so sensual (like before). It leaves me in a dizzy giggling state, hardly able to stand. A tickle taken almost too far.

In a whisper, she says "Your turn!"

I am now the enfolding being to her feminine form. I repeat some of her wide sweeping motions, but stay in a slower and gentler pace. This being has scales and not skin of flesh. Light rubbing to relax the flesh under scales is my goal.

Patience is rewarded.

By being gentle and coaxing (and keeping in mind her actual form is dragon shaped); she slowly grows the form into her dragon shape.

I avoid the snout, eyes, mouth and wings. Areas where I have no idea of sensitivity.

She appears pensively thoughtful "Are you really human? I will be cross if you lie."