The one with the waggly tail

When she was young, the other girls had laughed at her tail. And called her Lassie - or worse. Now, she kept it hidden. But, if you knew what to look for, you could tell the people with tails - the way they sat, or walked.

Some people with tails hooked up with others. And some guys liked the idea of a woman with a tail. But she had somehow never been attracted to any of the men she had seen sitting, in that distinctive, slightly awkward way. And the idea of someone being attracted to only one part of her creeped her out.

And then she met D and he was really nice. And when she told him about her tail, he found it amusing rather than disgusting or fascinating. And he really liked her. It was all really rather wonderful.

She smiled to herself and felt her tail start to wag.