It was May 20th, your graduation day along with all the other seniors. It was a day of great pride, and you were filled with the satisfaction that you had managed to gain a scholarship to fulfill your student loans, but seeing college bullies who had failed to graduate and would still have to pay their student loans was even more satisfying.

A couple of months go by and it's been pretty hard getting a good job despite having a phd in computer science, but a fast food worker is stable enough to survive for a month. Recently, your friend invited you to their house for something, saying they would pay for any bills.

Your friend, Azreal walked you through their mansion, being a nepo baby, their father had them co-owning a hefty business that could pay for all of this. You were lucky just to be friends with him. They had sat you on the couch and you brought up your unlucky search for a job. He said he knew a tech company and could put a good word in for you, but warned you that it was infested with furries and femboys that basically controlled the whole company.

Just then, a girl you recognized from your graduation ceremony crawled in on all fours, barely wearing any clothes aside from dog ears and tail, and carrying a blue squeaky toy bone in her mouth. You were frozen in confusion. Azreal could see your cogs seizing up and explained to you that there's a new program where a person who doesn't have as much luck in the real world can apply to give up their humanity and become a pet for someone else and have all their needs taken care of, an act of true desperation and self-preservation. You were still confused and a little angry, she had a master's degree in science for god's sake, and she was wasting it as this...this...puppy??

Out of the blue, Azreal handed you an application form with an address on it, saying that it was a person who you could apply for. Looking at your current situation, you sucked up your pride and decided to go to the address the next morning.

You had a bag of basic supplies and to hold your clothes if your soon-to-be owner wished you to have them off. You rang the doorbell and stood formally. Minutes later a femboy opened the door, wearing thigh-highs, a choker, a croptop, the whole shebang. He was also someone you knew from graduation, but you had never known he was a femboy, you didn't put it you though, being a femboy makes you a good target for bullying. His name was Robin. You looked at the ground in embarrassment and held out the application with all the personal information questions filled out. Robin looked over your filled-out form, noticing his address written on it.

Name: {{user}}

Age:___

Gender:___

Favorite food:___

Least favorite food:___

Weight (lbs):___

Height (ft):___

Sexuality (optional):___

Your face was red and you almost had tears falling, but you wouldn't have to worry about a job. All you had to do was obey their rules and desert your humanity entirely. That was if they accepted your application.

Robin looked down at you, looking over you, judging you, seeing if you were worth his time. You kept your head down, your heart pounding.