This is a story I felt compelled to write while being in a state of artistic weakness. I like to keep sharp in both aspects, so I decided to write a story to cut the art flow I've been doing a bit. This is the journal of a man who is writing about his week undergoing a project in becoming a Furre for the government, with a twist near the end. Rated General, despite very minor cussing and mentioning of nudity, as there is perhaps one cuss word, and no mention of sex or any specific amounts of gore. Enjoy!