Diving Towards Pethood

After that breakfast conversation, things started to look up for me. Of course, just because you let me keep living in your apartment, doesn't mean the rest of my life could stay the same. Less than a week later, I was officially a college dropout.

What a wild thing to say about myself. I can't imagine telling high-school me that I dropped out of college before the first semester was even over. All my plans for my future thrown away, and thrown away happily. I was ecstatic to be a dropout! I could finally put all my effort into my true calling, becoming my future master's pet. It's not like I couldn't program for fun on the side, but my new job was finding a master and convincing him I was the best dog girl in the world.

I wondered what type of person my new master would be? I was wondering if maybe I'd aim for someone else who was a programmer, or if I'd go for someone in an entirely different field. Did I want an extroverted master who would take me out of the house every day, or did I want to relax at home with my master and cuddle him as often as possible? Should I look for a strict but caring master who knew what I needed to do at all times, or did I want a little more freedom? All of these thoughts about my future master made me feel tingly inside. I had fallen in love with the word Master so quickly. I could not wait to submit to my new owner and finally be able to call someone Master every single day.

That's a pretty radical change from just a few short conversations, huh? Going from almost denying that I was a petgirl at all, to diving head over heels into the world of petgirl submission. I wore my ears and collar at all times now, even when I was going out to eat or to the park. Hanging out with other petgirls went from making me envious to being an opportunity to learn more about how to be a pet. I asked so many question about what their master's liked, the best ways to help their master, what their favorite part of being their masters' pet was. It's not like I could help loving my newfound petgirl status, though. This is what my body was made for. It's how the estroxin hormone made my brain think, the **** that my body could not stop craving.

You choosing to let me have this job of finding a master, instead of going to college, meant that I had no rent money. I can't believe you'd let me do that to you! Since I didn't have any scholarship money anymore, you took over my half of the rent, just so I could focus on becoming a pet. I will be eternally grateful that you did that for me, big brother. That's not to mention that you were still taking classes! I don't know how you even found the time for it. Thank you.

All of these changes were normal for a petgirl, I think. There was one other major change in me after our fateful conversations, though. A change that I really didn't want, but could do nothing to prevent.