Back up. Did you say petboy?

"I'd like that," Jersey admitted. "But did you say petboy?"

"I did!" came Dr. Schultz's upbeat answer. "They're very rare, so they're lucky any signed up for the program. My files indicate there's only one, a catboy named Felix. Would you like to see?"

Jersey thought about it for only a moment before nodding. Crossing the room, she joined her therapist at the desk to peer at her computer. With a couple of taps, Mary opened a folder labeled 'Personal Support Pets' and clicked one of the files inside. What opened was a document describing a nineteen year old boy, slender, dressed in an open blue shirt and a red collar with a gold bell on it. The boy had chin-length black hair, a pair of black cat ears with white tips, and large golden eyes. He seemed likeable to Jersey immediately. She had to meet him!

And so, a few days later a taxi dropped Jersey off at the provided address. Lifting herself into her wheelchair, the twenty-two year old looked up at the tall building. There wasn't anything spectacular about it, one of many glass towers in the old city center. Built for business, most of it was dedicated to office spaces. The Pets At Work initiative had simply rented one of the floors and converted it to suit their purposes; the Personal Support Pets project wasn't big enough to justify their own building.

Wheeling in, Jersey gave a polite nod in the receptionist's direction and made a beeline for the elevators. A short trip full of irritating elevator music later, there she was.

Bing!

The elevator doors slid open and Jersey found herself looking at... a nondescript hallway. Closed doors on the left and right, cheap carpet in the middle, halogen lights on the ceiling. The only object of note was a plaque on the wall, adorned with the PAW logo to let her know she was on the right floor.

With a sqeak of rubber on tile Jersey exited the elevator and started forward, assuming the doors were closed for a reason.

Before she had made it halfway down the hallway, a figure rounded the corner at its other end. "Hello!" the redheaded woman called out. "You must be Jersey Bullock. I'm Dr. Stacy Bohr, nice to meet you."

"That's me," Jersey responded, somewhat intimidated by the woman's energy. Still she rolled on, extending her hand to shake Stacy's when she reached her.

"Great! You're here to see Felix then? Your therapist has handled all the formalities for you and Felix knows you're coming, so if you want I can take you to his room right now."

Jersey accepted gratefully, relieved that she wasn't expected to stop for a longer conversation when she was already so nervous to meet this boy. Her relief turned into shock when Stacy lead her to one of the doors and opened it, revealing the petboy in question.

Felix was half-kneeling, posed on a thin mattress in the middle of the room. His legs were spread, one hand on the mattress behind him to ensure the unbuttoned shirt he was wearing hung wide open. Aside from his collar he had nothing on beneath it, not even undies! His entire frontside was bared to Jersey and Dr. Bohr, from his puffy little nipples to his flaccid penis. He was even looking seductively in the direction of the door!

Jersey turned red, her hands shooting up to cover her mouth. OMG! She couldn't suppress a gasp at the unexpected sight. She didn't know where to look, but she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes either!

The boy gasped as well, his mouth opening in a cute 'O', gold-tinged eyes going wide. Quickly, he pulled his shirt closed and tucked his legs in close to hug them shyly.

But then he brought his knees up, tipping backward to fall against a stuffed pillow. Jersey's eyes darted down to his exposed bum, cat tail curled under it, and her face turned even redder.

Seeing her reaction, the petboy giggled coquettishly, belying his apparent embarrassment. Jersey on the other hand was nearly hyperventilating. "What is happening!?"

Stacy shook her head. "I'm sorry, we told Felix to be dressed when you arrived. He just... he's not big on clothes, as you can see."

You can say that again! Jersey thought to herself. The file Dr. Schultz had shown her had mentioned the boy's aversion to clothing, stating that his heightened skin sensitivity made it uncomfortable for him to wear anything but loose, airy fabrics. But it hadn't said he'd be exposing himself to her!