As things started to heat up in Sara's bedroom, I turned away from her closed door and smiled fondly. "Lucky girl." I whispered under my breath, and suddenly I had a wicked idea. If Sara was indeed a closet furry, then surely she had a fursona! "I wish that Sara would slowly turn into her fursona as she and her toy play."
With an evil grin, I actually went downstairs this time... perhaps to play with Aunt Cathy now.