#tigercow

Hi! Am Jo, a purple TigerCow! Pronouns are they/them and been openly nonbinary for about a year now!

So proud to be nonbinary. It fits comfortably in a way no other label does. So happy to be part of this wonderful community! You all are wonderful and unique!

Beautiful art of Jo by the talented https://t.me/Luttiart

This is so well done, just keep staring at it in awe

Jo always had a dual fascination with two creatures that would never intermingle in nature: Cows and Tigers. But Jo had never paid it much mind. After all, everyone had animals they associated with. And Jo bristled at the confines of so-called “polite society.” It was not kind to those who existed outside of the binary. But living in the city, Jo started to see more and more people with animalistic features. It was the odd ears at first, surely just a good cosplay Jo assumed. But it was hard to ignore when a literal dragon walked out of a coffee shop and drank 4 cups whole at once. Jo did some internet sleuthing and found that there was a specific doctor who it seemed all of these creatures were seeing: A Dr. Theodore Erian. Jo booked an appointment and waited anxiously for the appointed day.

On that day Jo arrived in the office to a room of animals at all stages of their transition. Slimes, Avians, and Snakes seemed to be the favored species. But there were a few others such as an Anteater girl in the corner and a few dragons. Jo waited patiently on their phone until Jo’s name was called. “Jos-” “Jo is fine. Thanks.” “Oh, okay. This way!” Jo followed the nurse down the hall into a room that was intimidating in its lack of furnishings. “Dr. Erian will be in shortly” the nurse said as she closed the door.

It wasn’t long before Dr. Erian walked past Jo and took a seat behind his desk. “Oh! Hello, we’ve met before, no?”

“No. Jo has never met you before. Jo is here for first appointment.”

“No, no, I’m pretty sure I treated you before. Although back then you had brown hair instead of red…”

“Again, Jo has never met you before.”

“Well you look just like a young lady I treated before… Are you two sisters?”

“No! Jo is not lady. Jo is Jo. They/Them pronouns, please.”

“Alright, alright… Well, how can I help you Jos- er, Jo.”

“Jo wants to get on Humanity Removal Therapy.”

*Sigh* “Okay, Miss, er Mister, er… sorry. Jo. What animal are you deep inside that body?”

“Tiger-Cow.”

“Tiger…Cow? As in, both at the same time?”

“Yes. Jo is TigerCow. Both creatures intermingled into one form. Both are perfect in their own ways, but both only halves of what makes Jo whole. Jo wishes to be whole. Not choose one side, can’t.”

“Alright… Well that’s a very specific request you’re making young…Jo. It will take some time for it to be completed. But I can begin working on the formulae, there have been other ‘Hybrids’ that I have helped. While yours is a rather unique combination, I have faith I can make it work. Yes… I’m actually rather intrigued by the proposition myself. You will be quite the unique specimen. There will be complications however. The fusion of Herbivore and Carnivore is a particularly troublesome endeavor to overcome, but not just for me. There will be many obstacles you, yourself, will have to overcome if this is truly the species you are. Is that agreeable?”

“Yes. Anything. Jo wants to become the TigerCow Jo has always been.”

“Excellent. My nurse will draft the paperwork for the medical release, terms and conditions, standard stuff for these kinds of medical interventions. Before I get to work, are there any other requirements or suggestions you have?”

“Just one.”

“Yes?”

“Jo wants to be purple.”

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“Jo? The Doctor will see you now.”

Jo was walked by the nurse towards the same sparsely decorated room that Jo had been in just recently. Why were there no furnishings? Was it simply because Dr. Erian was that kind of man, considering himself too busy to be trifled with such concerns? Before Jo could give it much thought Dr. Erian sat before Jo. Between them was the only thing that seemed of any monetary worth in the entire office: An intricately designed desk of some wood that Jo, while not knowing the exact material, could surmise was very expensive.

“Ah, Jo. Nice to see you again. How have you been?”

“Jo has been okay. Have simply been waiting for call. Now am here.”

“I see your manner of speech is still… the same. If I may ask, is there any particular reason why you speak like that?”

“No. You may not ask. Is it not enough that Jo simply talks like this?”

“...I suppose. Okay. Well, I’m sure you can guess why I called you in. I’ve been working diligently on your request. Believe it or not, the easiest aspect was making the fur purple. Simply adjusting the amino acids until they produce the right combination of eumelanin and pheomelanin. No, as I said in our last appointment the hardest thing to tackle was finding the right balance between the carnivorous and the herbivorous. Too much of one, and you’re simply a striped cow with fangs. Too much of the other, you’re a tiger with hooves. Although, thank you for what you provided the nurse last visit regarding your own specific phantom feelings. While I may not be able to replicate it 100%, your form should be close enough to provide you relief. But anyway, last week I think I finally figured it out. I won’t bore you with the details but I feel I’ve developed an injection-model HRT that will provide you with the results you’re seeking.”

“Thank you, Doctor. It means a lot to Jo that you would work so hard.”

“Oh by all means, you’re quite welcome. I must admit at some point it became something of a challenge for me. I needed to figure it out just as much for myself as I wanted to for you. I wish I could have simply told you this over the phone, but due to those new laws they’ve been implementing, legally I’m only able to disclose information about your treatment in person. As well as requiring you to sign these forms.”

“More forms?”

“Yes, there’s always some new fear to stoke and it seems you therian folk are the next in the crosshairs. These forms simply state that you understand the risks inherent in Human Removal Therapy. That you are technically a unique species and thus are not protected by nor constrained by the current laws set in place for species that you may be, and I apologize this is their wording, ‘mimicking and/or adopting traits of.’ I assure you this is mostly legalese and a way to protect people from being sued.”

“Hrm. Okay…” Jo signed the papers, probably putting too much trust in the man. But he was the only barrier left to what Jo needed.

“Thank you! Now, I’ll go ahead and fax your prescription to your pharmacy as well as needles and syringes. I’ll fax the instructions as well. I’d like to see you again in about two weeks, to assess how you’re feeling about the preliminary changes. I’ll walk you out.”

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Jo picked up their prescription as the pharmacist explained the dosage. 1 shot every other day for 3 weeks, then to speak to the doctor regarding upping or lowering the dosage. Enough in this vial to last 3 weeks.

Jo put on a MeTube video simply labeled “How to inject yourself! (For HRT purposes).” The instructions seemed simple enough. Jo filled the syringe, cleaned the area, and began to inject themselves in the way the video displayed. A rush of adrenaline filled Jo’s body as they pushed the thick liquid through the needle and into their body. A typical reaction to a needle prick, to be sure, but Jo liked to think it was their body's own excitement and eagerness as the new hormones rushing through the body.

Jo went to bed that night with thoughts of the tigercow they were soon to become filling every crevice of their mind.

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