In a small, there lives a man name Jack with a rather odd set of circumstances. Every Autumn Jack ends up turning in a buck and this year is no different. On a beautiful day his changes will begin and end all while he's trying to finish writing a story. Let's see if he finishes on time.

This story is somewhat of a mix between a quick writing session and a desire to explore something a little more in-depth. As someone who is a fan of tf and a therian, I've always wondered what it would be like living in a community where one's interests or in this case, one's "condition" was not only accepted, but welcomed. Being a short afternoon write, this story doesn't delve too deeply into the concept by any means, but I did want to present the world around Jack as one that is incredibly understanding and supportive of his circumstances. I would love to someday find a community where I could just wear my collar without fear of being questioned or shown criticism. It's a hope I think many in the furry community share in their respective ways, and it's one that communities of all types have sought out.

As always, I hope you enjoy this story. I didn't even outline it so I hope the flow is alright.

And with that have a wonderful day and stay furry! 💙