I can feel the heat rising within me, a primal urge that cannot be ignored. It's like a fire burning deep in my belly, demanding release. And when that time comes, there is no stopping it - my fox tail will emerge from its hiding place, revealing my true nature to the world.
For as long as I can remember, I have struggled with this dual existence. A vixen trapped in human form, forced to conceal her true self from those around her. But try as I might to suppress it, the animal instincts within me always find a way to break free.
That's why I never wear panties under my skirts or gowns. Every time my estrus cycle begins anew and my body prepares for mating season once again, they are torn apart by the emergence of my tail. It's both a blessing and a curse - a reminder of who I truly am and what I desire most.
The sensation of freedom that washes over me when those restraints are finally cast aside is indescribable. To let go of all pretense and embrace the wild creature within feels like coming home after an eternity spent wandering lost in the shadows.
So you see, dear diary, there is more to this choice than meets the eye. It's not simply about convenience or comfort - although those things certainly play their part. No, at its core lies something far deeper and more profound: an acknowledgment of who I am at heart and an acceptance of all that entails.
And so I will continue on this path without shame or regret because it is mine alone to walk. For better or worse, pantie-less though it may be...