As Laura flicked through the options she noticed one tab labeled "species," with a drop down list of all sorts of animal names, the tab itself featuring a "custom" option to let the user type a name in manually. Not only that, but below were various "hybridize" option boxes, with labels like "anthro," "taur," and "kenomimi" which, when checked, would expand a sub-menu with dozens more options.
The sheer volume of choices was overwhelming to Laura, who put the device down and tried to get her thoughts straight.
Her cramped, plain, white room probably wasn't helping her focus, but she didn’t have anywhere else she could work. She made good money off her commissions, and knew she’d be better off in here than letting her parents see just what sort of art she made. Their only exposure to the furry fandom had been a sensationalist hit piece in the local news, after a fursuiter at a nearby convention had been charged with indecent exposure. Never mind the guy had just had his tail ripped off. No, obviously he, and everyone like him, were clearly perverts. No other possible explanation
It wasn't even like she drew yiff or anything. She did a lot of nudes, "tasteful" or otherwise, sure, but she didn’t see herself as a pervert. Her parents, though…
Right, her art. She rested her arms on her cold, cheap metal desk and thought about what she wanted to do first. The model on the screen looked a lot like her, she realized. Long brown hair, plain brown eyes, freckled skin, and a physique she wasn’t proud of. Why not start by remaking the model into one of her fursonas? Any of them would be a lot more pleasant to look at, and she had several to choose from.
She set to work changing the options, never noticing she’d accidentally checked the "user unaware" box.
After a surprisingly quick couple of minutes, almost like the device had read her mind, and helped her find the perfect selections, her ideal body was clearly displayed.
She shook her head, her short, pink hair swishing around. No, thinking of this as an "ideal body" was pretty narcissistic. It was more that she was just very happy with how she looked. Her trim, athletic build had come to her easily. Her bright green eyes stood out against her speckled black and white fur. Her cute little nose and long rabbit ears gave her a charm all her own. None of it hidden by the cumbersome clothes her parents insisted on wearing. The only thing she wore was a red vest, and that was mostly for the pockets.
It was pretty cool that this tablet could basically make a perfect model of her. She wondered how well it might handle her fursonas, or the human version of herself that she used as an avatar for posting her art after she learned that using a photo of herself as an avatar online had been a bad idea. She loved the furry fandom, but she'd quickly learned that those photos got a lot of attention from the community. Most of it directed at her, rather than her art. So many requests to "show toe beans…"
She stopped, realizing she was getting sidetracked. The important thing was, this thing could make some incredibly realistic art, which would make doing commissions way easier.
She stood up and stretched, looking out the window and into the neighborhood. She saw kids playing in their yard, an elderly couple attending their garden, a guy mowing his lawn. Holding up the controller, she realized it could make a perfect model of each of them. Maybe one of them could be the basis of her next piece. Or maybe she could picture what her parents might look like if they were more like her… Or she could actually work on her latest commission.