-> @oneironott@vulpine.club @Oneironott@awoo.space

you know body it's really hard to get stuff done when you're SO SORE ALWAYS

And, I mean, it makes sense. It's hard for me to ever feel particularly -sexy- in this human body, even though I've at -least- gotten to the point where I can admit that I'm a pretty attractive human.

I was talking about this on twitter, but I talk about my tail and paws and such a lot both because I legitimately have a kink for such, and because it helps me feel really sexy and confident. Focusing on my phantom tail/paws/muzzle/etc helps me to feel sexy in ways I'm -not- used to. Times I've worn big paws and had a [physical] tail i.. walk, talk, act differently. more confident.

this is so sad alexa explain this meme to me

MY TAIL is really thick and it makes me feel really attractive
My footpaws are quite.. big and have really sensitive webbing and it also makes me feel really attractive ^.^’ and very sex when i splay them
Hngfffggggf
gosh

*points at tail* floordragger

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Hello, I'm Gay Nonhuman Sap and i like to write about positive transformation, finding yourself, and kinky furry stuff.

If you like my stuff or just want to support me I have a https://ko-fi.com/oneironott

I'm going to start doing these and other writing more, finally, so yay ^^

You feel a distinct pang of vindication even though you never needed it before.
Your partner seems just as fascinated and romanticized by watching you get in sync with yourself.
The rest was in the details, but you take a deep sigh and hold your partner skin to scales.

You remember having waved your phantom tail for only you to know, and quipped back "Yeah, you don't say."
But as you sway your tail this time, you are astonished to find it no different. The same part of you that had control over your phantom tail was swaying your actual, physical tail.

... However before they had even finished growing, you could actually feel yourself moving your tail. It was felt simultaneously ordinary and outstandingly perfect.
"That's the wonderful thing about your minds. They alter just fine to a huge amount of things!" The otters had gushed

They watch you as your mind starts to flow and grasp your emerging form. you knew from your appointments that there was nothing altering you to grasp it all as your wings grow more prominent and your tail grows and thickens...

Your frills start to form and grow out from your head. you reach to feel it and you notice your horns have started too. It felt almost overwhelmingly weird and tingly, but never hurt. You feel your partner's hand on your leg, and the other caressing your frills and snout

You watch as your hands began to change and shift in structure and shape. Along with it was the much more demanding feeling of your face shifting to form a snout. It didn't hurt, but was a sort of uncomfortable you had trouble placing.

Your scales felt like they'd always been there as they spread over your form. It seemed to justify all your years of struggle as every inch of your hide began to felt rejuvenated. Scales replaced skin and shifted in hue.
You were being fundamentally changed, and it felt sublime.

It was true. Behind the wonder and emotion was the distinct feeling of expectance.
It didn't feel special
It didn't feel fantastical or outstanding.
It felt positively, absolutely normal.

You can watch as the scales spread, seemingly forming out of your skin, which was fascinating in its' own right. You expect your partner to be right there with you, but their gaze is on you, drinking up your amazement and wonder.
"How does it feel?" they ask softly.
"...Right."

You sat there staring at that part of your body.
The same body you were born with.
The same body that you felt so out of place in.
The very body you spent so much time imagining and longing to feel scales on.

You reach out, and your fingers slowly run along your scales