My Darling Host Refuses To Take Off His Fursuit!!

Furan Shi only wanted to be a cutie little princess. That's it.



So when he died, nobody missed him. After his family and relatives, the next person to attend his funeral was his homeroom teacher and friends™, his murderer, and then a mysterious red-eyed crow.



Said mysterious crow sucked his soul right out and offered him a better life than this. No, he still won't be a cutie princess, but he can be the next best thing after that.



Furan Shi, the (dramatic) princess wannabe, agreed with one condition.



Filter: ‘Animal Characteristics’



System: Are you… sure about this?



Furan, pouting: Is that not possible..?



System: … you're welcome to do as you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)



[Yes, this is a quick transmigration novel.]

[Yes, all cutesy cutie pie bc I am sad.]

[Yes, the host is always a demihuman, more often than not part animal haha.]

[No, the host isn't always an animal.]

[And no, this isn't necessarily about furries. Eh, but I'm open to negotiations.. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭]



I do apologize in advance. I can only offer a small, squishy Furan Shi with ears and tail(/s). Or at least we'll wait for him to grow up (ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ) before I can write the papapa (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠). Also, I'm trying my best to make this as light-themed as possible for people like me who just wanted to relax, aka not much brain games... ehe..



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I have the sad [not the GREAT sad that would be sad :( ]



So, I proposed a solution to myself.



Me: O-ohh… myself? P-p-proposing? *Bats eyelashes at the murky puddle of water on the sidewalk*



Myself: *wiggles brows handsomely* Yes, my darling sugar pap~ I propose we write a story together~



Me: *swoons cutely* OhhHh~



Myself: *nipples sweating* so is that a yes? *Nervous, nonexistent tits bouncing*



Me: YES!!!1! *proceeds to bend down to kiss suspicious puddle of water*



Thus, this book was born from the selfcest passion between me and myself. I combined two things I love the most (transmigration and demihumans) and squeezed my already drained (and unstable) brain into making this book.



Now, I struggle with everything (money, socializing, money again, college, comprehension, basic problem solving, any 21st century skills… money-) and even my writing skills don't do as well as they used to in the past. No shit my drafts on my phone are even in the Comic Sans font [bc I don't have Joker or Wingdings :(( ] just to keep me happy.