Well, this is the story of me, Melvyn Watson. I know, Melvyn, what where my parents thinking?
There I was, 17 years old, sitting at home alone on the computer. I'd just put "boobs" into google, and then the world went all swirly, and a scaley clawed hand grabbed me by the neck. Next thing I knew, I'm sitting in the middle of a pentacle, I was surrounded by dragons...DRAGONS!, all wearing wizard robes, while various candles and measures of incense burned away around me.
As I was to find out, the dragons (who were roughly humanoid on their back legs, if you ignored the wings) had been trying to summon a mighty warrior from the planes of the gods, and, well, they got me. They were not pleased.
I was bundled up under the arm of one dragon, and carried off to meet their queen. It seams they didnt know what to do with me, a pact with the planes of magic had been made, so they couldnt just get rid of me, but at the same time, I was obviously next to useless for their needs.
They wanted a warrior, somebody tougher than them, to lead them against their enemy, and I was barely a fifth their physical strength, half their agility, about one tenth their stamina, and I didnt have natural armor, had no claws, and I couldnt fly.
Before long I was in the Queens hall, where I was unceremoniously dumped on the floor.
With a little effort, I raised myself to my feet, I stood defiant for a few seconds while I looked around me, and then seeing the inquisitive look on the queens snout, I performed a full bow, like a french musketeer. I wish I had a hat.
That done, I straitened up, met the queens gaze, and said one word.
"Greetings".

Cut a long story short, she fell in love with me.
She learned how to take human form, and after solving a minor gender mix up, she turned out to be rather cute.

Now the dragons where in a war with the demons. This was the dragons world, but demons had invaded, and their numbers where growing, hence the reasoning for the dragons summons. The problem was, the dragons had been peaceful for thousands of years, even though they had natural prowess, their combat skills were lacking, and even their magickal skills had waned, which is probably why the summoning got me, instead of a great warrior.
I would spend my days in the great hall, listening to battle reports, and at nights I had my own rooms. I even learned to eat Smooshie, an animal like a chicken-pig. I convinced the dragons to let me cook my portions.
One day I ventured to help with one of the battle plans. They all looked at me like I was a moron.
"NO", I said, "your force is going to be attacked on each side, cut your army into 2 units, hide one in the forest, and march both towards one enemy, then when the enemy attack, use your hidden force to attack the enemies flank, after winning that, turn and do the same to the other incoming demon army. Make sure their are no demon survivors of the first battle".
The 2 battles where won, with minimal losses. The queen even kissed me on the cheek.
A few days later, and I got into an argument with one of the generals, and the general challenged me to a fist fight.
I had to protest, I mean come on, no matter how unskilled the dragons where, their natural prowess was enough to rip me to pieces in a flat second.
The Queen laughed, and turned the general human "for three minutes", she said.
With Three years karate and two years of kickboxing under my belt, it was an easy win.

Well, next day, I was assigned to teaching fighting techniques to the rank and file dragon army.

Days and weeks passed, and while the dragons where doing better, they where still being outgunned and outnumbered. The demons knew their magick, they opened portals daily, and daily their numbers grew. the retreat had been slowed, but not halted. Bit by bit, my new friends fell.
Then came the assassination. The retreat had been forced back to the capital city, now full to bursting with dragon refugees. A demon had sneaked in via the air, he materialized and fired an arrow through the queens chest. Fourteen dragons tore him to shreds, but the damage had been done.
The dragon queen lay on the floor of the great hall, and I knelt down and cradled her in my arms. At first I went to pull the arrow, but seeing the gush of blood and the wince of pain on her face, I stopped and cupped the wound instead.
"Any excuse to feel my breast", said the queen.
"That too", I gave a sad half-grin, and looked into her eyes "You are beautiful, and you are loved".
"Thank you", she whispered "do not forget us", and as her last breath filled my lungs with draconic power, her dying will opened the portal to my home world.

Violence was erupting all around us, demons where marauding through the streets, and the dragons where all but finished. Spells from the demons were beginning to crash the walls of the great hall. The dragons general grabbed me and hurled me over to the portal.
"Go Melvyn, remember the queens words"
"Come with me, bring as many as you can" I yelled".
"No can do Melvyn, the portal must be closed from this side".
With that, he threw me through the portal, and the whole world changed.

I opened my eyes, I was sitting at the computer, the words "boobs" had just been typed onto google. With deliberate care, I deleted the 5 letters, then stood up. No time had passed, but I remembered the weeks I had spent with the dragons.

It was a slight effort of will, and 2 massive draconic wings sprouted from my back, I could feel my muscles becoming red-meat, stronger, faster, tougher. My skin grew scales, and my claws extended on a whim, like a cats claws made of steel. I could feel the fire in my belly, and knew I could breath it if I wished to.
I also knew that the more I stayed in this form, the more food I was going to need, my appetite would be huge.

Damnit, I so wanted a fried Smooshie.

I have yet to pick a codename, all the best superheroes have one, and I spend my time hunting demons.

Any suggestions?