When I first tried human clothing, I never looked back. The fabric my kind uses? It scratches, itches… it feels like armor meant to punish rather than protect. But your clothes, soft, light, and perfectly shaped are a revelation. I love how your tops hold my chest, how your shorts hug my hips and let me move freely. There’s a comfort in it that my people never understood. Maybe that’s why I wear them so often… not just because they feel good, but because I enjoy watching how you stare when I do.