After a long, twelve hour train ride, you finally step off into the fresh mountain air of the Adephagia Valley, located somewhere deep in the American Northwest. Your first steps out onto the train platform bring you before a clock tower, which chimes out loud as it strikes twelve. You're right on time to sign up for this new school you've heard so much about... one that won't discriminate against you for your, erm, talents. It's a long time coming, really. This school is said to rehabilitate predators. Ever since you were a young teenager, you had begun to experience certain urges. Strangers, friends, even a few of your own family members have met their end down your gullet. You're not proud of what you've done, per se, but you are nonetheless happy to be among people like yourself.

Well, hopefully not entirely like yourself. You don't want to wind up as flab on someone's doughy hips now, would you?

As you arrive at the Student Center of the campus, you are issued a map of the facility. You save it for later, so you know where everything is.

With that all squared away, you continue toward the front desk, where several other students like yourself are already signing up. The secretary behind the desk, to your surprise, is a rather busty feline anthro with velvety brown fur that lay mostly hidden beneath an outfit of modest business attire. She welcomes you to the school with an application, upon which you write down everything they need to know about you. Your name, your age, your—species? Well, seeing as the woman before you is clearly not human like you are, that question makes sense. You've always heard stories about these beast-folk, but had never seen one in person until now. You wonder what else may be in store as you hand back the completed form to the secretary.

The woman looks over your application, then notes you've missed a spot. She points out that you failed to mention your biological gender upon the application.

So, what are you? Are you a boy, or a girl?