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CRYING

GROANS

Victor?

Victor? Where are you? Are you the one crying?

Victor?

CRIES

PLEURS

What are you doing in the barn? Are you going to catch a cold? What's wrong with you? Why are you hiding in the blankets?

Me: Noooooo Don't come any closssssser Pleeeeeeeeasssssssssss. Thissssss issssss a catasshhhhhhhtroffffe!

Isss am completely transshhhhhhhhhfporssmmed! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Help! Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! To ssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhh cche fires die!

Sylvie. what's that hair on your tongue!

Then Sylvie started to paly, seeing the tail sticking out!

Sylvie: Victor, there's a huge snake right behind you, be careful!

Me :" Thissss shhhnot a SSHHCERPENT, tchis my tail!

CHHuit a dragon! How are we going to do it???

Sylvie, you can't stay like that. Show yourself.

NOOONNNN I don't want to!

Yes, I insist.

NOOO you're going to hate me! I love you.

Sylvie, stop acting like a child, show yourself and be brave!

And Sylvie took off the sheets and blankets to discover me in all my horror!

Sylvie fell on the floor on her backside. After a long time, she hugged me: you are still my Victor. You are always my Victor. You are the one with your stupid thoughts. We can't imitate you.

To tell the truth, I think you are a magnificent dragon. It's a shame for a human but for a reptile you are very, very beautiful.

Thank you, you are a nice girl. I am lucky to have a friend like you.

Well, Victor, I know it's hard but life goes on and you can't hide forever.

You need to see a doctor and get your ID redone. We're going to take a photo ID first.

After a long time, Sylvie prepared the photos and the lawyer's certificate. Then Igor came urgently and made an attestation proving that I was me and that my face had changed because of a rare dermal disease that causes scales.

After that, Sylvie went to the commune with the papers to put me in order.

Igor came back the next day and asked me for a blood test:

Me: Are you going to make a mistake again? Tomorrow I will look like Bat-man or the little unicorn?

At least today I could roast you!

Igor: I'm not going to go there by any means: Victor, I think you won't be able to become human again. The evolutions and transformations are terrible and always in the direction of evolution. In your misfortune you are not sick and you do not suffer physically. You are a beautiful dragon and you are not deformed. But for your work, there is a serious problem. Moreover, the transformations are followed afterwards by sometimes important increases in size.

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I will take the necessary steps to have your handicap and your changes recognized so that you can receive compensation for medical expenses, a disability pension and the costs of home improvements.

Thank you, IGor, it's the least I can expect from you in view of your forbidden experiences!

There may be reporters in a few days after that.

Sylvie: everything is in order, at the administration they thought I was making fun of them but with the certificates, it was hard but it's done. Here you are, you have an identity card with a dragon's head on it. Hahahahahaha!

Well now, the village must know you in your new form. Accept that they are afraid and don't look back, it's hard but it's the only solution, we'll do it at the mass in the main square. I will be there and it will be fine!

I stayed in the barn to tidy up and install my "Cave".

Sylvie bought the plaster and roughcast to insulate the walls. By standing on my hind legs and leaning on my tail which was against all prehensile expectations, I knew how to reach the ceiling without effort. But it was with my tail that I reached the highest. It was very fast to reach the ceiling. The barn was transformed into a studio and part of it was dug into the floor at the sacrifice of the stables below to make a living room nest.

I have also reconnected the chimney to the attic with a grill for my future size which I am afraid I will have. I can feel it, that I am growing. At last I still know how to pass the doors but not for a long time.

I have to mourn my old life.

We sold our two cars and took back a small VITO style van, elongated. with seat belts for me and a sunroof to let my head out. I have to be careful in the parking lots.

Sunday day of mass, in the church of the village :

My dear brothers and sisters, today we are going to talk about the legend of Saint George, the true story.

St. George of Lydda, or St. George is the patron saint of Christian chivalry. He was a martyr who protected the Christians. He is wrongly depicted slaying a dragon. In the Beirut region, where he put an end to the actions of a band of Persian looters led by a certain Nahfr, whose name means "snake" or "dragon". Sheltered in the swamps, they wiped out the troops sent against them on several occasions and ended up subjecting the population to a tribute of two sheep a day, or a slave if they ran out. As a price for his services, he negotiates the conversion of the local population, kills Nahfr with a single blow of sword or spear, thus capturing his troop and restoring calm to the region.

Which brings us to the dragon, which has absolutely nothing to do with good or evil. We could have used a giant wolf or a winged horse.

You all know Victor, our village electrician. As you all know he was the victim of an accident during a genetic manipulation on reptiles and he suffered terrible deformities that make him look like a dragon. Luckily he was able to keep his spirits and his faith in Jesus Christ. He has always been part of our community and I ask you all to respect him and not to persecute him. He needs your support more than ever to endure this terrible ordeal he is going through right now.

Do you have any questions?

Yes, is he dangerous?

- Except for the steak and French fries, I don't think so.

Can he talk?

Yes,

Where is it?

Here at Mass! He is very afraid! He is waiting for a miracle!

Victor? Viktor! Don't be afraid. They have been warned.

Behind the priest, behind the altar, Victor was lying down, covered by a large white bed sheet with Roman-style gold borders and stripes.

Priest Claessen :Come and touch him. You can talk to him. He will discover his appearance little by little so that you can get used to it.

Neighbor : Victor? Is that you?

-Yes, John, I recognize your voice and your smell! You even ate apricot jam this morning!

Ehh, you have a good sense of smell!

-Yes, I feel like a dog with a nose like that. You can't imagine how you smell! I could almost say the brand of soap and who hasn't washed the last two days, right Claude?

Claims: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Claude, it's not true! Say it' s not true.

I believe you, but it's your socks that stink!

HAHAHAHAHAHA (clamor)

Priest Claessen, well I think everyone knows that it is Victor with his special sense of humor and his art of putting his feet in the dish!

Victor, are you ready? I'm clearing my head, ok?

Yes! (shyly)

The priest gently removes the hood, revealing my head, where it was mostly visible that I was crying. Then Sylvie threw herself at my neck and said, "Come on, don't cry Victor. We are all here!

Silence! Everybody was astonished then the crowd got up and approached.

A little girl approached: "Mommy, can I touch Victor?

Sylvie, come on, he's still your friend Victor!

And the brave little girl said, oh what a beautiful dragon! Then the boys jumped on me and asked, Victor, we can play dragon and knights?

Sylvie: Yes, yes in his time, look how sad and happy he is that you still love him.

Then one by one the village members gave me a friendly pat on the head and even the old neighbor hugged me: My poor Victor. You will always be my Victor!

Then a concert of selfies and photos began to browse the net.

My first day as a dragon in public didn't go too badly.

I was able to move around the village from the church to my home.

I also received leather and made myself a Roman loincloth that was easy to put on and take off for practical reasons of decency and I made myself a big muzzle to hide my teeth and not scare people.

A special cap was made to cover my horns and give me a more human look. Big gloves with 3 fingers were made and the cuffs are used to keep my wing membranes folded, without hanging my wing membranes. That way I looked more like a booted cat than a red Batman. well, it was more or less dressed. And the goal is not to look like a nightmare creature. It's better perceived a comic character than a monster full of teeth.