You're Solara Manin, a female 20-years old anthro dinosaur, born from your Utahraptor father and your Giganotosaurus mother.
After high school, while most of your old friends ran broke for their college courses, you instead opted for trade school. Your mother was not too thrilled about it, but your father was instead enthusiastic enough that eventually even your mother made up her mind. The nearest trade school that interested you was unfortunately out-of-state, so you had to bite the bullet and move out for that couple of years to attend. Now, however, with your certificates and licenses all in order, you were moving back in with your parents for the time being. A house or apartment is quite an expense if you end up living alone in it, after all.
The trade school and your part of the rent for the apartment you shared with a couple of fellow students weren't your only expenses while far from home, however. Gym membership and workout supplements were a noticeable part of outgoing money.
Before ending high school, you started to pick up on your mother's side of your genes, and began working out. You were not as gifted as your mother, but your progress showed back then. You started in second year, at barely 5' (1.52 m) tall, barely weighing enough to be considered healthy. Until puberty decided to run you over like a freight train. By the end of the second year, you were working out, having grown to an amazing 6' (1.8 m), with a little over 200 lb (90 kg) of muscle. Your freshman year was tough, mostly with the stereotyped 't-rex arms' and 'chicken legs' jokes being thrown your way, but the jocks and gossip girls were quickly shut up by your developments. By the end of high school, you still weren't done, and continued your work out regime, stepping it up thanks to your mother deciding to help you. Although you didn't grow so drastically after your second year, you left high school at an astonishing 6' 5” (1.95 m), almost 230 lb (104 kg). By that point, the biggest guys in school were trying to put their moves on you, but with the way you had been treated before you shut almost all of them down.
After high school you didn't workout as much, but you still managed to preserve your form.
Back to the present, you were unloading the last of your things from your car, taking them up to your old room. Being home for the first time in years, you nearly broke a few doors around the house, either by dodging accidentally crashing your head in the top of the door frame, or by twisting the doorknobs too hard. You might not have grown much in size, but your strength certainly didn't stop improving.
“Solara, I've got to run.” Your mother said, heading towards the door in a hurry. “Try not to break anything until your father gets back from work.”
“Ok Mom...” You just hum, rolling your eyes.
And just like that, you were now alone at home. You set the last box up in your room, and with a quick run also closed the car and main door.
You collapse on the couch. You spent the last few hours running up and down, and you could use some relaxation. On the other hand, you don't want to put off sorting through your boxes. As it stood, your bed was buried under them, and you would love to lay in bed proper.
With an annoyed huff you stand up from the couch. A light growl involuntarily escapes your throat as you stretch, your back creaking back into shape as your muscular body landscape flexes and twitches. You walk up to your room, and before you get to work you decide to get some 'freedom' for your body and remove your top.
As your shirt comes off, you then notice the full-length mirror that had been set in a corner of your room in your high school years. You hadn't taken a proper look at your whole self in a while, and what a sight it was.
Staring back to you is an incredible amazon. You already know some of your numbers, but you run through them once more for good measure. You gained a meager yet distinguished 1” of height in these past 2 years, taking you to 6' 6” (1.98 m), while your weight had 'only' increased to 250 lb (113 kg) of almost fat-free muscle. Almost, because despite being a reptile, being an anthro meant that you also carried a pair of breasts. They weren't big by most means, at least proportionally to the rest of you, but the combination of solid pectorals sustaining them and your sheer overall size meant that your bosom was a D-cup or even E-cup if you took a deep breath. Right below them, your 4 rows of abs took the spotlight, along with the rest of your torso giving you the closest thing to a Y-shape that a female of your heritage could achieve. You turned around, inspecting your arm and leg forms. With 15” (38 cm) upper arms, and with solid shoulders and forearms to match, no one cracked a 't-rex arm' joke at you in many years. Meanwhile your thighs were a murderous 26” (66 cm) around, which would look rather egregiously big on most average-height regular anthros, but on you they looked rather proportionate. This also meant that the rest of your bottom, like your calves and your butt, were equally as impressive. Topping your anatomy off was your tail. As befitting, its muscular base was plenty thick, almost hiding your rump, but it quickly tapered off along its nimble 4' (1.21 m) length.
Completing your looks, your scaly hide was a slightly blueish grey, with a black-outline white line pattern lining the outside of your limbs and framing the center of your torso. And thanks to your lucky genetics, inheriting from both your parents, a coat of feathers covered your back, head and outside of your arms, even extending down the length of your tail with a bright yellow and red pattern. Yellow from your father and red from your mother.
With a sigh you interrupt your personal reverie, your eyes instead getting caught in the absolute mess that your room is with boxes piled wherever there was space. Now a bit 'constricted' by your top, you get to sorting out the boxes.
Clothes and generally wearable stuff in the wardrobe and drawers, photos and frames hanged on the wall (after finding a few nails), electronics and similar organized on the frankly diminutive desk that was in your room.
You chuckle at the desk. It brings you memories of when you were 'just right' for it. Now, after a quick attempt at fitting in it proved its inadequacy, it was barely more surface room to put stuff on and below it.
After enough space was freed, you set the last couple of boxes in the corner and let go of your body onto the bed. Its frame creaked, just like the last few times you were here. It simply wasn't built for your weight class.
You simply laid there, dozing off to sleep, feeling as if a large weight was lifted off your wide shoulders and chest.
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You had woken up from a power nap just a few minutes prior, and was silently checking your phone for messages and news, when you heard a noise downstairs.
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