First course of action: book tickets to the nearest furry convention. Second course of action? Chip in to get the swankiest suite in the hotel. Third… well, let’s set some personal and world records.

After that it’s time to do the whole, ‘get monetization started so I can eat and survive,’ which means a round of talk shows and somehow parlaying that into a public facing role. This is all assuming I don’t get dissected by a christofascist government for daring to violate their ideas of how the world works, I guess.

Just be glad your sona has fingers and is roughly the same size as you. This could have been awkward.

This actually happened to me irl except my ideal body is my original body in every way so I basically just woke up as me and thought “Wow. This is awesome.”