As my old raccoon self whenever I got a little huffy but couldn’t really do anything about it, I’d squeeze my thighs. Now that I’m Fini, whenever I squeeze my thighs I’m perpetually aware of the complete and total lack of genitals between my legs, and the urge to start pawing off right then and there is hard to resist. I spend more time rubbing at this stupid null patch than I care to admit…