Is that what I think it is? Is that truly the light on the other side?! Omg the walls are caving in it’s truly happening! My mother is giving birth to me at long last! Looking down at the light, a massive hand reaches out and touches me up. “You're almost their honey!” My father yells. I can't believe it was my father's hand!

“Just let me know when it comes out!” My mother screams angrily. At the very least, that tone tells me who the man in the relationship is. As I was gradually pushed out, I became increasingly elated. Finally, the light breaks through and I see my...parents?!

What the hell is going on here? Why are their horns protrude from my father's head? Is that a branch coming from my mother's head? What are things coming out of their head?! I never actually looked at myself, now that I think about it.

My skin is scaly when I lift up my tiny clawed hands. My scales were a bluish-green color, but my skin was a pale green. I rub my head with my hands raised, not feeling any horns, but that's probably for the time being. I'm thinking they'll grow as I get older. My mother and father give me puzzled looks when I look up. Oh yea they saw a newly born baby checking itself out, aren't they? I sobbed loudly in an attempt to jolt them back to reality.

“Did you happen to see that, honey?” My mother inquired.

“Yea, it was almost as if he was seeing what he was looking at for the first time?” My father remarked.

“He had to be born a genius!!!” She claims having a grin on her face. “Give my brain child to me!!!” She shouts sternly.

“Yes, my son is the toughest baby on the planet! He'll be a force to be reckoned with, both physically and mentally!” My father said excitedly.

My mother smiles as she holds me in her arms, wiping away my fake tears. “Isn't he absolutely stunning, honey?” My mother asked.

“Do you mean he's attractive? Take a look at him, for example. Yes, he is a little heartthrob!!” My father says while tickling my stomach. I didn't respond, instead I grabbed his finger and moved it out of the way. I'm a man trapped in the body of a child. I will not be treated in this manner.

“Oh, and he's a fighter! Just like my Lovely!” He kisses my mother on the cheek and says.

I took a good look at them without freaking out as they berated me with compliments. My mother's chiseled jaw contrasted nicely with her light green screen skin. Her brown hair hung down to her shoulders. Her eyes shone with a bright blue light that matched her lips. Then there were the branches that came out of her head. There were multiple cyan branches that protruded from her head almost giving off a light glow. I could immediately recognize that she was a dryad.

So that explains why my skin is green, but what about the scales? My father picks me up and rocks me while my mother sleeps. My father has a brown complexion and long grayish brown hair that cascades down his back. His horns and neck were encrusted with jewels. My mother, on the other hand, had a lot of branches coming out of her head. My father's horns were only four in number. Two of them emerged from the front of his head, while the other two emerged from behind him.

He had a very big body almost in a bara/muscle genre kinda way. Not like I would actually know what that is in the first place. Quickly dismissing the thought I feel a rumble in my stomach. “Sweety wake up our child is hungry!” My father says shaking her. My mother rises up from the bed like a vampire in a room full of bleeding humans.

“My child is starving!” She yells with a big smile on her face. This can't possibly be happening, right? I'm not hungry in the least! "Just look at him, he's crying! Give him to me right away!" I’m not crying for that woman! Ahhh!!