That urge in you throat makes a startling return feeling that primal rush surging within an intoxicating way, spurred on eagerly to strip from your human trappings and bask in the beauty of your feminine form. Your body quivers, lips shuddering, fingers hooking down your jeans and up your shirt anxious at how to remove them. You struggle between carefully stripping gingerly savoring the sensitive touch of slowly revealing your nudity, the other urge shaking your body feeling hands grasp eager to be rid of them as soon as possible.
Animals don't wear clothes. You feel pride with the knowledge if you ever were given the opportunity or forced upon you would revel in being given the skin you are better suited for. Shoes would be a problem for the shape of your animal feet, and pants would keep your tail stuffed while the tightness around your hindlegs would be unbearable.
Yet; that doesn't mean you feel total reluctance about it. After all; sometimes it felt sexy to indulge in your clothes, especially when you get to showcase and tease what's underneath to your mutual partner...perhaps even to yourself.
What more; there's the case about which animal you feel closer akin too tonight. Do you fall back on your familiars or tune into something more exotic? What beast do you feel like embracing?