Choose life. Choose a fursona. Choose a fursuit. Choose a fucking huge dose of estradiol. Choose being a puppygirl, wearing a collar, and posting about it on the internet. Choose the possibility of being disowned by your family over feeling alive for the first time in seven years and comparing tiddy size with the bestie on a lazy Thursday afternoon. Choose life.
@AFriendlyBeagle Pfffft, you don't just choose a fursona. Either the fursona chooses you, or the government will assign one to you you on your 18th birthday if one hasn't by then. /j
@varimbehphen @AFriendlyBeagle
the government hates me and forgot to assign me one
@AFriendlyBeagle squeek i'm more a mousegirl than a puppygirl tho