Wild Child

Like my parents I genuinely believed that my soul wasn’t human, even if my body was. I hated my human skin and longed to be able to shed it for the true me. At home, like my parents and siblings, I wore a fursuit which reflected how I identified, and it’d been longer than I could remember that I didn’t feel uncomfortable going around without it on. Presenting as human made my skin crawl and right now I wanted nothing more than to get home and flip into my true skin. It confounded me that anyone should care about our beliefs; we only wore our fur suits at home and on vacations at Therian-friendly retreats. I shook my head as I closed the garden gate and hurried inside. I rushed upstairs to my room and quickly took my fursuit out. As I handled it, two ideas came to me; I could use the stone to make everyone in town also be Therians, or I could wish that when I put the suit on it would merge with me and turn me into an anthro animal. But which to choose...