It's an awkward fit.

You blink your eyes, coming to. You're laying down on a pile of cushions, curled up in a sort of fetal position. You put your hands to your sides, finding purchase on the harder floor beneath the upholstery. There's something on your back, like you're wearing a cape or something and - oh.

You're looking at a full-length mirror, and what's obviously staring back at you isn't human. How did you get to your new job and into costume and not remember any of this? You look like a damn good facsimile of a dragon-man-thing, complete with clawed hands and scaly skin covering... everything. Except a white linen... loincloth? Breechclout? And it IS concealing a very sizable bulge, as you noticed in the sketch. Why would a costume for what you presume is a fantasy-themed park for kids have such a... your jaw drops as you undo your loincloth, and a massive flaccid cock, practically halfway down to your knees, flops out.

Apparently this theme park definitely isn't for kids. But hold on a second... you get a grip on the ridiculous dong and realize... you can feel it. Like it was skin. Tearing at the outfit, looking for seams or a way to get it off, you just end up accidentally tweaking your neck. You fall over, not used to the imbalance caused by the wings projecting from your back.

Ok. Plan B. This is a dream. You make to curse your luck but then bite on your tongue. And your teeth are sharp. You stand up, wobbly on your feet. If this is a dream, your balance might be off, but you're massively strong, and that strength can correct for how unused you are to moving around like this.

CHILDREN, YOUR MOTHER AND I WANT TO SEE YOU IN THE THRONE ROOM. IT'S A MOMENTOUS DAY.

You're rocked by a loud booming voice that seems to be beamed straight into your brain. Memories come with it - a route to said throne room and the feeling that this is your father who's addressing you. This dream is wack. Let's figure out where some clothes are.