You put on your one outfit.
That one outfit is actually a tiger fursuit.
Your fursona's name is Tony. Like the cereal tiger.
You feel more comfortable when you're Tony. You always felt as if you should have been born a tiger.
At night, you sometimes lay in your bed, slowly opening and closing your palms, pretending as if you're flexing the claws of your strong, powerful tiger arms.
What a lament you have that nature did not grant you with such a life.
Who more than you would be suited for a body of sleek, golden fur, banded with dark stripes echoing of mystery and danger? Could anyone pull off the strong jaw and fangs of a ferocious feline more than you could? You sometimes shake your head at God's stupidity. If He exists, he must surely be an idiot.
Alas, you can not control the fate of your human body. Your fur suit is your only escape into the life you know you were supposed to lead.
It cost you something over $1000, but oh is it worth it to be able to look in the mirror and see yourself as you were truly meant to be.