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JakeFox 2) Furversion

OK, Jakeyboy, get a grip. Where was that busty nurse? I yelled up a storm, and the docs came rushing in with more Thorazine. They had a bit of trouble swabbing alcohol on my new furbutt! I started giggling about it, that wasn't like me. Not the original me anyway. Do foxes giggle? I started yelling again, "I'm not a fox, I'm human!" The nurse and docs said I still looked human, just ... furry.

I woke up with a Thorazine hangover and an urge to pounce on little mice, lizards, snakes, and birds. *What the frak?* No more furry bondage websites, I was freaking. But I remembered something about 'furventions' where people who like humanlike animals get together to talk. Some of 'em even make costumes and run around dressed like dogs, cats, ponies or dragons!

Were they gonna be surprised when I showed up! Most realistic costume ever. Easy first prize. Where was that, Austin Texas somewhere? But I was missing something. I had hands, feet, a human face. And no tail! I was gonna make a stink about them using frakkin' fox DNA despite the IRS-ese forms, and use Dad's lawyers. They knew about Thomas Halloran, oh yeah.

Maybe it was the Thorazine, or the fox DNA, or just serious weirdness going on. But I made a fateful decision. Remember I said I wanted to get away from the crowd at Halloran High? The BioSyn docs said they'd get Federal funds for experimental surgery and bill it as 'reconstructive' -- to heal my hobby rocket burns.

Hoo boy, was it ever experimental! And I'm sure you figured out, it was also reconstructive. Also highly illegal, that's what convinced me to go for it! Eighteen years old, Dad was cutting me loose, last chance to severely dig his craw.

I decided to let them turn me into a human fox!

Stuff started happening real fast, I lost track. Even now I can't remember past the final freak-out form-signing. Whatever the frak drug trip they had me on, I was poked, prodded, yanked; cut into, cut open, and cut onto. I just remember I thought it was the next day but a whole month had gone by!

Even my heart had stopped on the operating table, technically I was dead for three and a half minutes. They kept sticking things in me and on me, then started me back up, like a frakkin' computer reboot! Legally, Jake Halloran was no more. I became JakeFox ...

I drifted in and out of consciousness. The recovery room bed had the sides up. I was -- dreaming? remembering? -- running around on all fours in a forest somewhere. I found my girlfriend Mina, except she was a fox too, a vixen. With human boobs. I tied her between two trees and spanked her. We both enjoyed the spanking!

I didn't want to go 'whole fox', but my new ears and eyes were making my brain shift. Now I could read really fast and remember. I went through some Internet Wiki about foxes, how American Red Foxes lost out in the breeding game to European Reds. Kinda like what we did to Native Americans.

I read about taxonomy, the scientific classification started by Carolus Linnaeus. Animals, Plants, Fungi, Bacteria and other stuff. Animals have cells with a nucleus, some have a central nerve cord, some protect it with bone. Some have jaws. Mammals make milk to feed babies, some eat meat. Cats, Dogs, Hyenas, Bears, Otters.

I told people at BioSyn about furventions. They said they already knew! They'd been sending advert teams around the USA for years, around the world for months. They'd mixed DNA from different foxes with Jake Halloran's to make me.

I became a BioSyn poster boy for furpeople.

I look human but with fur. BioSyn already had a russet foxhead that fit mine closely like a mask. My fur goes up my neck under it, and I can see to the sides and turn it. Furventions have a 'no heads' room where people take the costume head off to cool down. Ha! My own fur is warm enough but it's real if not natural.

I also had human, er, guy parts. Canids include dogs, wolves, foxes. Roll a todd, a guy fox, over and you'll see thick fur and a sheath. Go ahead, I'll wait. I *wanted* to look foxy now, and shorts just looked odd on the fur. So another BioSyn replacement operation, local anesthetic. Now I was furry all over from my feet to my neck. And I had a brand new tail, to wave around and smack people with!

I still have human feet, hands and head though. Real four-leg animals have different leg bones, they're shorter in proportion to the body. What looks like a knee bent wrong is really an ankle, the real knee is hidden by body fur. And the foot arch is stretched so they walk with heels in the air, the legs bent to be the same length as the front arms. When they run, the legs stretch forward to the arms, grab the ground, and thrust all the way back behind the pelvis.

I went with the BioSyn team to a furvention in Austin Texas USA. They already had several rooms for us. I got a big shock when I saw most of the team were hybrids like me! Other people had wanted to be furry! Just like frakkin' Noah's Ark, a boy and girl tiger, lion, leopard, jaguar, cheetah, cougar, serval, caracal, house cat. Dingo, jackal, wolf, fox, husky. Arctic, temperate, tropical, desert versions. Bear, wolverine, otter, beaver, weasel, ferret, mongoose, raccoon, mink, rabbit, gerbil, rat, mouse. Several busloads went to BioSyn's own hotel. Bunk beds so the guys and gals couldn't ... well ...

Flash BioSyn passes through Security. Organized chaos, crowds. Some were just people, gawking like we were circus freaks. Lots of people in fursuits, pretending. Ha Ha Ha. We were real furrs. The BioSyn humans went ahead with Bruno and Brunnehilde, the two Polar Bears, frakkin' big plowing through the crowd. They looked like they would eat anyone who got in their way, but the secret is, they've got the sweetest fursonalities.

The fursuiters even needed help walking up and down stairs because their fake heads were so big they couldn't see! And dummies didn't know or care, just pulled on them for fun. Like freaks. Pull on arms, legs, even tails! The fake ones are just belted or buttoned on, they come off in your paw. Ruins the whole image. Someone yanks MY tail, I look around and smack 'em with it! They get real surprised when it moves just like a real one. It IS real, you stupid jerks!

Anyway, I bunked with Lena the foxgirl, Tomas and Tomasina the wolves, Henry and Henrietta the huskies. I thought BioSyn ran outta good names, but the wolves were a couple before, as were the huskies. We all used our real names. The fursuiters needed help, like I said, and we got lots of compliments on our ease with the fur. They thought we were just experienced people in suits! There was a fur parade of sorts, suiters just showing off, and we joined. The BioSyn Group went a few feet back, letting them get off on costumes and thinking they were furry.

BioSyn hotel rooms are made for us real furries. A big shower room, we're all adults, no one cares about showing off with the fur. We take turns shampooing each other's bodies, sharing the nozzles. Fox, wolf, husky couples. Then the fur dryers, warm air all over feels good. And the six of us are friendly, we even move the three bunkbeds so we can, uh, be friendlier. Remember the old 'necktie on the doorknob means Do Not Disturb' trick?

Living with fur isn't all that hard, it's not as thick all over as real dogs. We sweat when we're hot, the fur is warm but it still cools us, we don't have to pant. Take a shower, wash all over so no wet dog smell, jump in the pool. Oh yeah, that feels good! Fur traps air, so you float; you have to rub yourself underwater to release air so you can dive and swim under. Yes, we wear swimsuits; we don't think we have to, but we do it for the humans. Sometimes.

The guy parts are mostly hidden, by sheath and fur. The gal parts have fur covering, even the well-endowed ones, though they swing nicely. It's only when we get, er, very friendly that the parts, uh, show. So we wear shorts after we cut a fly in the back for the tail. And of course long clothes and coats if it's cold in winter, the fur is just the first layer to keep us warm.

Actually, now that BioSyn makes R3 and R4 whole bodies that interact with humans, some clothing stores have furry departments. Started at discount places, ask the manager, wink. Having part of the garment undertail and waistband overtail helps hold it up. Some people, rich enough to buy their own R4 servants, get upscale clothing for them. I wouldn't know, I lost Dad's money when I stopped being Jake Halloran.

I make money the old-fashioned way, I earn it. People pay us furries for talk shows and lectures. You know, 'My Son Went Furry And Now I Can't Talk To Him!' Hell, we're still human inside. Sorta. Going furry does change your life outlook, all the 'cover yourself!' customs just seem foolish. And you can go on late-nite TV without worrying about clothes. Not just if they look good, but if you wear them. Remember the parts are covered in fur.

I gave BioSyn all the money I got from Dad. In return I got fur, a new life away from Halloran High, new friends, and a new home. With my own kind. Yeah, I deal with humans OK even now; some are real jerks, but they were jerks when I was human, too. I finished high school in Butte, just a few miles from BioSyn. That's a choice; they just seem like family now, not Thomas and June Halloran.

I'm JakeFox, and this has been my story. My life. Deal with it.