The Anthro Girl: Chapter One
Note: This is not a story with anthropomorphic characters; rather, this is a real-life story about a furry who recruits her friend Jonathan the fandom. Please be patient, as it will come in many chapters and will probably be very long. It isn't action-packed or super dramatic, but it has some charming comedic qualities.
Enjoy!
P.S. There's quite a bit of description at the beginning; you can skip that if you only care about the story. The furry part of the story doesn't come until chapter three, so once again, be patient!
Chapter 1
Katy Haugh was the most eccentric friend you could ask for. Her style was unique, but not for the sake of being different. She dressed and behaved how she wanted, and she threw all self-consciousness out the window. When other girls were straightening their hair, Katy was cutting it short and wavy. When other girls were purchasing designer clothes, Katy was making accessories out of old beer caps and zippers. Boys would listen to Katy without any ulterior motive; she was just a good girl with no hang-ups.
There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Katy was beautiful. Her hair was one of her most appealing features; it was short and red with soft pointy tips, but it had a refined look to it, like the appearance of a polished oak desk. Her skin was pale, but it was accented perfectly by her thin lips and rich red lipstick.
Katy had the uncanny ability to find clothes at dirt-cheap prices. She wasn't a shop-o-holic, but she found a certain thrill in buying clothes from thrift stores. In the summer, Katy's attire consisted of a brightly-colored polo shirt and a tie, along with a short (but never too short) skirt and flip-flops. Some days she would wear a sun dress, which garnered her countless admirers.
In colder weather, Katy would wear a synthetic fur coat and a scarf; the coats were always long, reaching about knee-length. You could never see the clothes underneath, but you could always see her long boots on the bottom.
Katy, despite her unmatched appearance, was not vain. She didn't mind looking sloppy in the mornings, and she loved putting her pajamas on around 6:00 PM so she could remain comfortable for the rest of the night.
Katy did have one flaw, though: she was unfathomably dense in the field of male-female relationships. When a guy flirted with her, she assumed he was just being nice. When a guy would ask her out, she would think he just wants to go outside. This, as a result, meant Katy never dated.
Winter was just beginning, and I was sitting in the library when Katy approached me holding a pair of long-sleeved driving gloves.
"This is the solution," she declared.
"The solution for..?"
"I'm glad you asked, Jonathan! You know how when you go skiing, snow sticks to your wrists? If you wear these, that won't happen! Unless, of course, you're a horrible skier."
"Why are you really here?" I asked.
Katy wanted me to spend the night at her house over the weekend. Usually such a request would be suspicious, but it was a casual event for us. Agreeing, Katy stood and left excitedly.
I was excited for another reason. Every moment spent at Katy's house brought me closer to discovering the contents of the closet. The closet was a small ten by ten room which Katy had begun to lock October of her Freshman year. I, having known her for five years, had seen Katy's room many times, but never the inside of the closet.
The weekend came and I showed up at Katy's house as planned. Although Katy's mother was single, her house was enormous. Katy's mother was an orthodontist, and with just the two of them living together, there was an abundance of empty living space which they constantly tried to fill.
Katy's rom, as opposed to the elegant appearance of the house, was a sanctum so horrid few could bear the sight of it. Piles of dirty clothes layered the floor, mingling with the stench of three-day-old pizza. On her bed was a large wine stain; Katy wasn't an alcoholic, but she did have a tempur-pedic mattress on which she attempted to balance a glass of wine while jumping.
Then there was, of course, the closet. It had a tall, dark red facade and was shut tight with a padlock and chains; it seemed suspicious right from the get-go, and next to her bright orange lamp and blue carpet, stood out to a near-frightening degree.
I remember the first time I saw the closet in such a state; it was my freshman year and I was visiting Katy's house for the first time in months. Upon seeing it, I assumed it was a joke and asked her why it was locked.
She turned to me with a dark look and whispered grimly, "Don't open the closet, Jonathan. You will never be the same."
Of course she was joking as she laughed shortly after, but it bothered me since.
However, thinking about it, I realized I had never asked her to open it. I decided to give it a shot; "Katy, could you show me what's inside the closet?"
"What's in it for me?" she replied happily, swiveling in the spinning chair in front of her desk.
"You've been hiding it for two years now; if you just show me what's inside, I'll do anything you want."
Katy planted her feet firmly on the ground, stopping the chair's movement. "Anything?" she repeated, her back turned to me. She turned her head slowly--almost menacingly--and looked me straight in the eye. "Do you really mean that?"
I nodded.
Katy grinned, and at that moment I began to regret my decision.