I initially started with a beastiality kink, and was turned on by the depravity and degeneracy of it all, which made me feel guilty and terrible for a long time,
But very recently, as I've thought more about the zoofilic side, and the intimacy and connections of a relationship with an animal, I've started to slowly become more comfortable with liking this, to the point where I feel weirdly happy admitting that I am a zoogirl now,
I still have a long way to go before I can start practicing the lifestyle, but I think I've reached that mental point, now my body just needs to catch up