When I was ~13, I was convinced that I was a dragon in spirit. Started saying "gotta love dragons" to goddamn everyone. Told my sister, one day, that I was only attracted to dragons. Enthusiastically told my best friend about my ~*dragon spirit guide*~.
Then the hormones subsided. All that's left now are the occasional pangs of gigglecringe.
Shit I dunno, 2007 maybe? Around the time I started browsing a certain imageboard which will remain unnamed and noticed furry pictures. Now it's basically all I'm attracted to. Furries have ruined my life
I've been a furry since as long as i can remember, even having furry dreams as a kid. Even though i thought about furry stuff for a long while when i first heard about furries it was from triple A grade twats on a forum who put me off furries. But then in school we were doing a thing on aboriginal artwork and the word anthro came up a lot, "O SHIT das dem things i like", and from searching that it led me to good artwork and decent furries, then i realised i was a furry all along.
I kinda want to ask what a furbaby is...but I kind don't...
I always liked cartoons and movies and stuff whith anthros since I was a kid, I dunno. And then I hit puberty, it became a sexual thing, I thought I was just being a weird ass teenager, found the furry fandom, liked it, became an adult, and realized I'm just a gay perverted freak of nature. Yay, look at what a special snowflake I am mommy!
I knew I was a fur babby at the tender age of three. As I sat watching Winnie the Pooh smearing his face with sticky goodness from his honey jar I got my first fur babby boner. At that time, I knew it was my destiny to pretend I was a well-endowed fox who shits in diapers for the rest of my life.