She uses two fingers to squeak at one of your ears, and you giggle as your vacant, reptilian eyes turn into softer, shiny cat eyes with little swirls for irises.
"No, kitten. You've always been my happy rubber kitty."
You purr and nuzzle her leg causing loud squeaks, happy.

"Didn't I used to be like, a big strong dragon or something?"
Mistress flicks her hand, the tapestries of draconic history in the room being rolled up and replaced by sheets of latex.
She runs her hand across your head a little harder, and you purr so hard, ooh that feels good...

Sometimes I want a pussy, sometimes I want a penis, sometimes I want neither and other times I want a secret third option.