Poodle

You are a approximately ninety-eight percent standard poodle and as your mother used to say, 'More woman than most of these bitches will get to be.' You miss your mother. You stand a head taller than most other dogs your age, and that isn't counting the magnificent white plumb of fur on top of your head which you keep healthy, brushed, and puffed. Much of your body is covered in exquisite white fur, actually. Not always groomed in that same fashion, but your tail is docked with two such expertly manicured puffs of fur, and your ankles and wrists are similarly blessed with round tufts of fur which you normally tie down with loose, thin scrunchies if you're wearing anything long sleeved or something other than your usual bell bottoms.

Your body was slender, if you look past the fur. You didn't have the largest breasts, which suited you just fine, but you had hips that bounced as you walked and an ass that made priests turn their heads to look. And a cock that, honest, has ruined quite a few of your relationships... You used to use cross-dressing techniques to keep your package hidden from view, but that could leave you sore at times and when you get too excited, or you get to the bedroom, your partner gets cold feed. It was the price of being so feminine you suppose. Even now your morning excitement was bouncing against your bellybutton as you thought back to those sensual, frustrating times.

You suppose you can't just stand there and pity yourself all morning, You need to bathe and start off with your day! You need to look for work or... something. Honestly part of you wanted to continue shopping and exploring Layleaux on your parent's dime, but you knew how much it would take for your parents to cut you off, and you didn't want to get any closer to that than you already were.