I was coping better than I everhad for weeks. There was no doubt about it now - McLellan was right.There was a female side to me, and it was the bett...er side.I started to wonder how far I could go to draw this thing out of me. Idecided a little more dress up might be in order. It would be anexperiment.My mother had died only a few months before. She was hardly an oldwoman. Cancer is what killed her. I had a box of her more personalstuff in my hall cupboard. To be honest I had only given. Well he just laughed and said that he did, and that's when I looked him in the eye and said cheekily “What...you shave everywhere?”“Not quite” he said reaching down to grasp each side of his gym shorts pulling them down exposing pubic hair neatly trimmed at the root of his penis.“I like to maintain a little bit of man growth down there.”I blinked and bit my lip and stared straight ahead at his groin, I wondered whether he had intended to expose himself but was grateful that he had for I had. However, I didn’t approach any closer, as I knew touching a baby in a nest was a sure way to irritate its parents. I carefully looked around the small cavern and noticed three old nests. They were empty and much older than the one the baby was in. I guessed that at one time, there had been a larger family of dragonets, as I decided to call them, living here. The pile of bones definitely supported this argument. These nests, however, looked like they hadn’t been used for some time. Snorre had. “Like what you see, Vance?”“Y-yes, Bree.” I stutter as my eyes travel down her athletic eighteen year old body to her powder blue nylon athletic shorts that barely touch the top of her thighs.“Let’s go in the house and get comfortable.” Bree says, taking my hand and leading the way.Closing the door behind me, I follow Bree into the living room. She plops herself on the couch and I’m right there with her. She kicks off her shoes and places her feet on my lap.“Oohh Vance, I see that you need.