Welp, I hit 100 watchers yesterday, and as it was stated, due to it being hit on that Sunday, the winner would get a 5000 word count story. The winner in question is  Arrcrao

Thank you all for participating.

Thank you all for SMASHING the goal I had of 100 by end of today. However, there is still time left and not a lot of you have commented. So, I will give you guys until midnight. That would be about eight hours from now. So go comment on the original journal for what kind of story you want. Since the goal was reached, I will write 5000 words for you.

Comment here: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/9658858/

Hi there! Joy to see you all here. So, uh, I noticed I am at 97 watchers at the time of writing is! While I don't really have a budget to do a cool couples image with any of you beautiful people, I am instead going to open up a raffle for a short story piece! That's right! Anyone from my current list of watchers and all pre-100 who comment on THIS journal with the OC of mine that they like will be featured in a nicely sized story! We'll discuss content and story once all is said and done.

So yeah, comment below with the OC of mine that you want to be paired with the most. Hurry on up!

Welp. It happened. I know I didn't update this journal much, but that has to do with second puberty and mood swings. I have been on hormones for about six months, and most of the big changes that happen with the hormone therapy have reached their full effects, though not all of them. I was told that it was a good time to get the surgery done now if I stopped taking them for about a week, and, well, here I am.

Not having a penis anymore is somewhat liberating. Floppy appendages that get in the way as you walk? Goneso. Of course, now with the hormones back on the menu I should expect during the year a couple of other floppy bits on the chest, but that can be handled when it happens. So yeah, while I'm still not quite a female, I am pretty dang close, and it feels amazingly liberating. After all this time.

Today, the adventure starts. I had a doctor's appointment, and we went through just about all there was to go through. I now know the entire process, and I now have perscriptions for all that I need, which will be free thanks to my country's laws on being comfortable with your own gender.

Starting today, I will be dropping three pills a day. This will in a couple of months drop to two. And I will keep on with these for just about all of the year. I also got a gym membership, and will be getting to a healthier body state. First workout session went well, and lasted about four hours.

Current feels: Great! High morale and exceedingly positive.
Sexual stuff: Less interested in masturbating today, but I heard that will be normal for the first few days.

Posture training: I now will make a proper effort at sitting in a more feminine manner, which has so far been going well.

That is all. See you whenever I make another one of these.

Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I figured it was about time to properly explain some stuff about myself.

I'm male. I was born male. Raised male. Taught how to act, how to live my life, and how to think male. Something I have never enjoyed. As a child, I wished for years and years that I had been born female.

Well, in more recent years, with the advances in the field and the influx of people in similar positions to mine going through the transition, I have decided to do so as well. I will be approaching my doctor about this in January, as start of a new year resolution.

While I may never truly change gender, I intend on getting as close to it as possible. Working out, changing mannerisms, changing how I speak. Changing diets.

My father has shown his distaste in this aspiration. My mother, however, is being supportive. So is one of my sisters, and my older brother. My father said to at least wait until my grandparents die, for their own sake, but I figure my own feelings should come first.

So yes. I will now take on a female life.

Hi hi! I am posting this Journal to let anyone who is still for some reason hanging around that I am MOVING out to  Mareriona where I have already posted artwork made by yours truly. It's ass, don't worry, but it's my ass, and therefore I am happy about it. New character, new profile, clean slate. I have not been happier than I am now, after dropping the mantle of Keira. Hope to see you there, if not, then have a nice life.

Hey guys, Alex here. Note, Alex, and not Keira. Here's a big can of worms to open...

People who met me on F-List and found their way here through my handle, Keira Redwood, or maybe through Kerro Zill, you will likely be slightly disappointed at this journal. And to my friends from FurAffinity, artists I've previously commissioned and won art from before, you might also feel disappointed.

Keira isn't me anymore. It's a mental struggle I've had throughout the entire year. Allow me to elaborate.

When I was just a wee child, back in 2007 (Which feels way longer ago than it is) I joined a community for anthropomorphic animal fans. As such, I had to create my own, and I made Keira based on a recurring character from my short stories that I wrote so many of at the time. Particularly, The Redwood Forest, which was my first attempt at a horror story, and it won an award in a horror story contest for the best atmosphere, though it was very limited in actual fright. It was the kind of suspenseful story that keeps you at the edge of your seat. It was my first dabble into the genre that later became defining to my writing, and Keira its star...

When I first dabbled into the genre, it was due to something quite personal. Some that are close to me would probably know that I suffer from various mental illnesses, and my writing is heavily influenced by medication-induced nightmares and just my personal fears. I have Paranoid Personality Disorder, and Panic Disorder. Sometimes I get random panic attacks, and I have always fears of something, no matter what. This caused me to gain another disorder, which was depression. And writing was my outlet for dealing with depression. Keira is the culmination of my depression. Almost anything I wrote from 2007 to 2011 was about Keira in some way, and so much negativity remains in that character.

As such, now that I have found my way beyond my depression, and the medication for my paranoia and panic attacks don't cause as many nightmares, I have grown up from how I was back then. And with that, I think I have grown up from Keira. When I first commissioned someone I'd like to call a friend,  dourdoofus in remaking Keira from scratch, for her to become mine, I was still struggling with these issues. Every image I have of Keira in my gallery was from that time. And looking at her now, she just makes me sad. I try to take her into roleplay on F-List, and I need to log off. I hate thinking like her, now. The character itself is just not clicking with me anymore.

With that said, I am now in the market for new fursonas. I've sort of always been, what with Zasha, Thalia, Sarah even, at some point. Zill is a character from my book, and she remains that. There's a cameo in the book with a silver fox character that's meant to be Keira, so them sharing images is canon. But even now, seeing those shared images makes me want to cut Keira out of them.

So! Here's what'll happen in the future:

Keira will be gone. I will make a new FA account completely, and likely look to sell Keira, or just burn all I have of her to the ground. I don't feel comfortable keeping her.

New fursona under way. Unlike the average person, I will be tackling an insect for my Fursona, a bee. Thought into what her name is, is as of yet nonexistent, though I have a good idea of how she'll look.

More creative work from myself. My depression leaving is motivating me to do fun stuff, and try to bring life to something.

And that's it for now. I am at the moment entertaining bids for Keira, if anyone wants her. I certainly don't.


Yaaaaay, 23 years old.

Alright, ladies and gents. It's been a long time coming, but I've finally caved and ordered a drawing pad.

I am not a good artist by any stretch of the imagination, but I have set it as a goal of mine to become good by the end of next year. I've talked with many artists, and with the right tools and motivation, it takes little more than a couple of months of steady and daily practice to do just what I want to do, but I plan on doing much, MUCH more.

Goals for 2019:

Utilize the drawing tablet (whenever it comes) to the best of my ability, and create the characters I've always wanted to make.

Rather than posting my writing, make a webcomic.

Continue evolving my drawing prowess to hopefully at some point gaining a sort of following. No promises on that.

Part of my life goals is to leave my mark on the world in some way. I can die happy if I get Fall of Alevor on paper and published. But right now, I think it would suit a comicbook format. I am mostly learning to draw due to this dream.

I don't have much of a followerbase. Probably because I don't post things. But, to those that see this, know it isn't necessarily meant for you, as I just want it out there so I can write it into a potential story, because this one is still clear in my mind.

I wasn't myself. I was a female sergal, I think. At least I remember having a clitoral hood, and being all furry. My room wasn't the same, at first. It was all metallic, my bed far more comfortable, and I knew something was wrong when I stepped out of bed. Because I could stand on my own.

For those who don't know, I'm handicapped in real life. While I can stand and walk short distances, my entire right leg is paralyzed and I tend to fall over due to it without support.

I stepped over to the door, and opened it by pressing a button. And there I was, in a small space ship. Not quite the Falcon, but more like the Great Fox from Star Fox. You know, fairly big, but designed to house like five or six people with a robot. It was a slim corridor with rooms on both sides, four. I knew in me who was in each room, and I didn't bother waking them up. After leaving the corridor I came to a bigger room, straight ahead was the way to the cockpit, and I went to the right to the kitchen and grabbed some breakfast. While I was eating, however, I heard a noise. Turning around to see what it was, I suddenly felt constricted. Unable to move. Suddenly, the one constricted me became visible, it was a lizardperson, probably camouflaged. He spoke into some sort of microphone on a headset, something like "Target restrained, requesting evac."

This guy was rough. His hold was tight and it was definitely painful on some levels, due to his scales being all hard and rugged. I tried to scream, but he put his gross and wet lizard hand over my mouth and muffled it. I think it took like five minutes before I thought of just stomping his foot and elbowing him in the gut, but the guy didn't budge. No matter the resistance he was just like a statue. Some time passed with me just going HAM on this guy, and finally I heard a loud bang, his grip loosened, and I was just COVERED in icky lizard blood. My captain had come out of his room and shot the lizard's head off. He then took the body and threw it out the air lock, and I had a shower. I woke up when I came back into the kitchen to see him having coffee.

I have no idea where any of this came from. I don't watch sci-fi movies, or play sci-fi games, or even HAVE a Sergal character. But this was all real to me. What is life.