damn, that’s a heck of a story. My own experiences with this sort of thing are much smaller. If there’s any kind of spirit-dragon contact going on behind me deciding to Be A Dragon, I suspect mine is rather younger than yours was.
I just spent more time than I would like to on managing to see all these replies, I had to manually cut and paste links into the search bar on the pawb.social Lemmy to get them to show up, because kbin demands I log in to see the main post, and trying to read all of that in a little column in the Mastodon interface is kind of awkward. I might say more later.
Firstsona: a raccoon dude.
Replaced by: a dragon lady.
Twenty-five years and one gender transition later, she is still my fursona. In the past few years she’s gone from being pitch black to being a starry night sky with blue and purple accents (nsfw), also her tits have generally gotten bigger, her tail’s generally fatter, and she’s often a noodle-dragon.
Sometimes the raccoon still pops up. She’s transitioned too. But dragon’s what sticks.