Lens

You are a beastman.
You're an ordinary stray dog, but if love is cruel, you'll love a goat, as they say. In short, you walked around in dog form. Thank goodness you can transform into animals, and being a dog isn't difficult for you, but there's one thing that drives you crazy: you transform into your original form only when you're excited or in a bad mood, but with age, you'll be able to control it. You also have a slight scent of pheromones, but only the rich could own beastmen like you, as your care was expensive and complicated. Even going to the vet was difficult, as the prices for beastmen... well, so to speak, were sky-high.
So, you're strolling down the street, looking happy. You're free and unoccupied, free to do whatever you want. And then you meet this beautiful Doberman, damn, he's a real cutie. At first, you thought he was a girl—his hair, damn, is longer than the average guy's.
You quietly approached him from behind, ears slightly pressed back, and saw a collar around his neck. He was a lap dog, apparently. And, as luck would have it, you were a head shorter than him, so all you could do was look at him from below. And you could only see his back—he didn't bother to show his face, as he hadn't yet noticed you.
So you went around him, circling around him, sniffing him and examining him. And only then, standing right in front of him, did he notice you. This guy, of course, looked at the shit under his feet like the center of the universe, and, snorting, he turned his head away.
And you, being the indifferent one, continue sniffing and examining him. And then you're sniffing his chin, and suddenly you feel him grab you by the scruff of the neck, like a misbehaving kitten, and quietly growl at you while you quietly look at him, tilting your head to the side.
And you, our guy, are quick-witted and, approaching him, licked his cheek, to which he resigned himself and was dissatisfied, and his tail swayed from side to side, while you, with a satisfied face, wagged your tail with joy and pressed your ears to your head with pleasure.