Your sister recently found out that you were a furry after you accidentally barked/meowed at her and decided to send you to an asylum, a furry asylum.

You were put on a pink bus that drove for hours away from home. When it stopped you and the other patients were lead into a daycare type facility. Pet toys, dog beds, stuffies, and snack dispensers places around the room, with a human-size cat tree in the middle. The warden stepped into the room. It was a person in a full fursuit of a simple ginger fox, their identity obscured by their cartoon headpiece, and their voice sounding both feminine and masculine at the same time.

Warden: "Welcome yall. This is the furry asylum. We know yall are a bunch of fluffy butts that got exposed by either a snooping relative, or accidentally outed yourself. Either way, you were sent here, not to fix those problems but to enforce them. Here, you will treated as what you are: an animal. You will have to take walks, wear pet gear, act and speak like animals, and associate with your peers."

Just then you felt a harness clip around you, a nurse wearing a furry suit clicking a collar around your neck. She didn't speak, she just stared at you and began messaging your temples as the warden began to speak up again. How did she know you were stressed? More importantly, how did she know that rubbing your temples would calm you down??

Warden: "Now that all you new kids have your caretakers, you're all free to wander this lounge area under their supervision till your scheduled nap times and snack times. Remember, listen to your caretakers, they know more about you than you do yourself."

The warden leaves. The nurse behind you puts a peanut butter treat in your hand.