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Happiness Is A Warm Pouch

2015-10-20T15:20:14Z

Federio:

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Vince didn’t know what to make of it. Sitting on his nightstand was a small figure of a kangaroo, looking to be cast from a glossy black plastic with some dots of silver glitter suspended in it.

He had not remembered it being there yesterday, or even having bought or acquired such a trinket. It wasn’t his kind of thing; even as it stood there it clashed with the rock band posters that wallpapered his room.

He took the kangaroo and held it in his hands. It was quite well-made, with lots of little details sculpted in. Fur sculpted to flow in a consistent direction, a gentle face, the outline of a pouch.

He turned it over in his hands; the rubbery material was cool and smooth to the touch, with a nice hefty weight to it. What struck him as curious was that there were no manufacturing markings or anything to identify it by. It didn’t even have the seam most of these plastic statuettes had from when they were pulled from the mold.

He had no use for it, no sentimental attachment, but something kept him from deciding to throw the thing out. In its sculpted, unpainted eyes he perceived maternal warmth.

He let out a small chuckle, barely audible even to himself and went over to his closet. He set it on a cardboard box full of old comic books and took his tan fatigue jacket.

As he threw the jacket on, he turned to look at the digital clock on the wall, its white frame having long since faded to a bone yellow. In ten minutes, Jessie would be waiting for him.

He arrived at her flat and checked his watch; two minutes early. He silently congratulated himself and knocked on the door with a firm hand. Not even a second later, it opened to reveal a lithe, boyish young woman with sand-colored hair. She was wearing a small red dress that emphasized her modest hips very well.

“Hi Vince! You got here early.”

“Sure did. “ He said, still proud of himself for that and it showed in his voice.

“I’m ready if you are. When’s the movie starting?” She said, looking at Vince with her bottle green eyes.

“It… shit. I forgot.” Vince’s thoughts returned to the kangaroo.

“It’s okay. We’ll just waste time in the food court if we’re too early.” Jessie said, giving him a pearly smile.

----
“I don’t get it…” Jessie said as they strolled out of the cinema. “ If he doesn’t remember anything his alter-ego does, why does he spend the movie trying to stop it?”

Vince shrugged. “Didn’t he find out?”

“He did, but he knew about it since the beginning, at least that’s what I got out of it.”

They got in his car; Jessie brushed the back of his neck.

“Let’s go to your place.” She said. Vince cracked a little smile as he pulled out of the parking lot.

The first few minutes of the drive were quiet, so he had the radio on a local station.

An 80’s power ballad about love was crooning along when Jessie finally spoke.

“How’s your mom doing?”

“She’s alright. She asks about you a lot.” Vince said.

“Oh?” Jessie’s eyebrows arched.

“It’s kind of weird, she asks what you’re like. She wants to get to know you more and…”

“And what?”

“She sometimes asks if you and I are planning on getting married.”

Jessie scoffed

“Married?! Already?”

“It’s just her. I tell her we haven’t been seeing each other that long but she thinks it’s an excuse”

“She’s crazy” Jessie said, her eyes turning back to the road.

Vince didn’t say anything.

When they finally reached Vince’s place, they got out of the car. Jessie kept close to him.

They stopped and faced each other in the waning glare of a street light.

Their eyes met. Their faces closed in. He could feel her breath warm on his face.

They kissed. He ran a hand through her smooth hair and drank in every sensory detail of the moment.

They pulled away and went through the door hand in hand.

He took off his jacket and went for his room.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Jessie said as she entered the modest bathroom of the flat. Vince pulled open the door to his room and was immediately greeted with an unfamiliar smell.

It smelt like rubber, the high quality kind, and there was an ever so slight hint of dark chocolate about it; and it was coming from his closet. His nose wrinkled, he yanked the closet door open to find that there was a huge, quivering mass of black oily gunge where the kangaroo used to be; with a long stream of the stuff going down from the cardboard box into a puddle on the floor. The chocolate latex smell was now overpowering, stinging his nostrils. He let out a reflexive grunt of disgust.

“Vince? Something wrong?” Jessie called from in the bathroom.

“Nothing… Something just spilled in here while we were out. Gimme a moment.” he yelled back.

He turned away from the mess and took in a deep breath; he pulled the door open wider and leaned in, where he noticed that the material had somehow migrated upwards, irreparably staining five of his best shirts. He cursed under his breath and reached for the slick, shiny goop.

It was cool to the touch, but not unpleasantly so. He pulled back a little to find that it had the consistency of chewed gum, except quite a bit more elastic. The light hit the stuff and reflected off the slivers of glitter dispersed among the fluid.

“Did it melt?” He muttered under his breath; just now becoming aware of the shower running down the hall.

As soon as the thought to get a towel to mop it up entered his mind, the black stuff pounced on him. He opened his mouth to scream but the latex leapt into his mouth and down his throat. The smell and the taste of oily, factory-made latex assaulted his palate. When he tried to spit it out, it ran further down into him, he pulled at the strands of gooey semi-solid latex that were slithering their way all over his body and under his clothes but it ended up spreading the more he struggled. It tingled where he touched his skin and to his great shame the sensation was not entirely unpleasurable.

The latex pooled in the soles of his shoes and liquefied them, with more of the tar-black slurry oozing out of the shapeless, dripping mass that covered his feet. His trousers were already near-totally dissolved by the gunk but he didn’t notice; he was only aware of an intense aching in every joint of his legs, like a spread out toothache. He watched through strained, teary eyes as his feet pulled themselves out longer, longer than before and his toes forcing themselves together into three larger digits. The aching climaxed into a sharp, shredding pain as long, black claws erupted out of the end of his new toes.

The aching subsided into a series of dull pressures as his legs bunched up entirely without his conscious effort. They drew in shorter, bunching up thick and then stretching out a little bit more; and this happened over and over until his legs were reshaped according to whatever plan the stuff had for him. By then, the rubber had worked its way to his hips and pushed them out to a greater width; what once were the boxy hips of a man became ample curves. He struggled to his new feet, fumbling a little and when he stood he felt a sharp pop in his joints that forced him in a bent-forward position.

The base of his spine started pulling itself away, more and more from his body; with the repetitive pop pop pop of vertebrae restructuring themselves ringing in his ears. When it ended, he was now well aware of a long, heavy protrusion starting at the bottom of his spine, just above his rump and ending at the floor.

He hesitantly gazed over his shoulder at the mirror.

His entire body below the waist was completely transformed. His legs were thicker, more compact, and more muscular; and he had a thick tail that tapered down like a kangaroo’s…

''“A kangaroo?”.''

His thoughts were interrupted with what felt like a swift punch in the crotch. He fell forward and dry heaved as his genitalia retracted and pushed back up into his body, inverting itself, sculpting itself into a feminine depth.

There was a warm throbbing in his abdomen as something spread out and pushed against his insides; followed by a feeling that he dearly hoped was not pleasure. The latex had worked its way up to his belly, where it went about the business of sculpting the outline of a pouch.

A pouch… the thought of it nearly made him faint. He wasn’t just becoming a kangaroo. The slime reached his chest and the area under his nipples started to feel very warm… almost like sunburn. He put his hands on his chest just in time for a pair of modestly large breasts to balloon out from under his hands. He gave them a curious squeeze and a rush of feeling surged up inside him.

The slime took his arms next. A cocktail of fear and excitement soaked his brain as he saw the latex slither from his shoulders to his fingers. The way the shiny material flowed so smooth and thick reminded him of chocolate bar ads. He flexed as the muscles in his arms grew and reformed themselves; He was always a wiry guy but now the rubber skin had turned his little bony arms into sculpted, powerful, yet still quite feminine limbs. He stood there with bated breath as the latex went to work on his hands; smoothing them out, melding the pinky and ring fingers together. He didn’t even feel the bones and underlying tissue shift because the rubber had total control of his nerves at that point. He felt tingling pinpricks all throughout his body, an odd gray area between numbness and sensory overload.

It was too much… Entirely too much. He closed his eyes as he felt his face push outwards into a muzzle. His ears popped as they migrated up and stretched out. The latex finished filling his insides. He moaned as the material spread farther, wider through him. It was like that warm feeling one gets after a bowl of hot soup but all over.

He could hear soft voices in his head…giving him ideas: warm, happy, ideas. He felt a compulsion to love others, to nurture, to produce more of him…herself.

“Wait… “

What was happening? She was a woman; no she was a woman… No, no this wasn’t right… what was she? The voices whispered words of comfort to her, lulling her deeper into this altered mind-state. Old memories dimmed and blinked out of his consciousness like candles burning out.

Victor.. no Victoria. No, no, no he had to fight it. She was Victoria. Not Vince, it was a silly name for a lady. But… she wasn’t… but she was, she was and she was only ever so dimly aware that…

She opened her eyes and examined herself in the mirror. She was a six foot tall latex kangaroo, with cute little flecks of silver all throughout her black hide that made her sparkle like a night sky. Her pudgy waist flowed down into a bulky, perfectly muscled pair of legs with a big, firm butt.

Her tail swished back and forth happily as she examined herself. It was like a drug, she felt deep down that she shouldn’t be pleased but she cared not. She took her ear and stretched it out, tittering playfully as it snapped back into shape when she let go.

She raised one leg and wiggled her toes, they were so cute and round.

Then there was a shout.

Victoria turned and saw Jessie, still wet, with a towel thrown around her.

“What the…!?” Jessie spat but couldn’t process enough of what she was looking at to complete her thought.

Victoria cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Dear… are you alright? You’re sopping wet!” Her voice was like velvet.

“What are… where is Vince?” Jessie took one step back, the door felt a mile away at that moment.

Victoria laughed.

“Oh dear, don’t worry about him. Now let’s get you nice and dry.”

Jessie made a move for the door but the rubber kangaroo was already upon her.

She struggled to break free but the creature’s grip was like iron in a soft glove. Where the thing’s skin met hers melted and began trickling down her body, the moisture acted as a catalyst, spreading farther and faster.

Jessie heard herself yelling but nobody came, the creature put its paw over her mouth.

“Hush now… let mama take good care of you."

“Mama?!” Jessie said. And then she felt herself being shoved into the thing’s pouch.

The pouch stretched to just big enough to keep her in fetal position; she kicked and thrashed and pulled to escape but the inside was both slick as oil and thick as tar, too slippery to gain traction, too sticky to break free.

Every time she moved, the kangaroo anticipated it and clinched the pouch tight around her.

“Oh come now, sweetie. Don’t fuss. You’re just tired is all.” Victoria said.

there was something hypnotic about her voice. Jessie’s mad thrashing subsided into a pitiful wiggle. She couldn’t breathe, let alone yell or fight back. Her limbs felt heavy… She was completely covered with the slime and it was squirming down into her mouth. Her body simply refused to move anymore.

She was so very sleepy.

She lost consciousness.

----

She awoke in the pouch, feeling weaker yet also refreshed. She kicked her legs, they felt bigger, clumsier. Her tail was curled upwards. With some effort, she climbed up and stuck her head out of her mother’s pouch. She cast her purple eyes up at her mother. Victoria was seated on the bed reading a paperback.

“Now don’t you feel better, Jessica, now that you had your nap?” She said to her.

This wasn’t right, but she was only dimly aware of it, she tried to speak but all that came out was wordless chatter.

“…Ma?”

“Mama?”

“You’re such a good girl, you didn’t cry at all last night.” Victoria cooed at her some more as she gazed into those big, purple eyes. She felt so afraid, and yet completely safe. The image of Victoria imprinted itself on her psyche, this was mother. A tiny spark of resistance glowed in her chest, she looked to the mirror.

She was a joey, a little rubber kangaroo, looking just like mama. She raised a stubby arm toward her mother’s chest, trying to get leverage to push off of her and make a break for the door, but Victoria took her and held her close.

“Hungry, little one?”

Jessica’s belly grumbled.

“Ma…ma…ma”

“It’s okay, open wide now.”

Victoria nudged the joey’s head towards her bosom. The smell of milk and chocolate tantalized her; she relaxed herself in her mother’s arms as she nursed.

“I’ll never let you go, little one.” Victoria whispered into her ear.

“Never going to let you go.”

Happiness Is A Warm Pouch

2015-10-20T15:19:27Z

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Vince didn’t know what to make of it. Sitting on his nightstand was a small figure of a kangaroo, looking to be cast from a glossy black plastic with some dots of silver glitter suspended in it.

He had not remembered it being there yesterday, or even having bought or acquired such a trinket. It wasn’t his kind of thing; even as it stood there it clashed with the rock band posters that wallpapered his room.

He took the kangaroo and held it in his hands. It was quite well-made, with lots of little details sculpted in. Fur sculpted to flow in a consistent direction, a gentle face, the outline of a pouch.

He turned it over in his hands; the rubbery material was cool and smooth to the touch, with a nice hefty weight to it. What struck him as curious was that there were no manufacturing markings or anything to identify it by. It didn’t even have the seam most of these plastic statuettes had from when they were pulled from the mold.

He had no use for it, no sentimental attachment, but something kept him from deciding to throw the thing out. In its sculpted, unpainted eyes he perceived maternal warmth.

He let out a small chuckle, barely audible even to himself and went over to his closet. He set it on a cardboard box full of old comic books and took his tan fatigue jacket.

As he threw the jacket on, he turned to look at the digital clock on the wall, its white frame having long since faded to a bone yellow. In ten minutes, Jessie would be waiting for him.

He arrived at her flat and checked his watch; two minutes early. He silently congratulated himself and knocked on the door with a firm hand. Not even a second later, it opened to reveal a lithe, boyish young woman with sand-colored hair. She was wearing a small red dress that emphasized her modest hips very well.

“Hi Vince! You got here early.”

“Sure did. “ He said, still proud of himself for that and it showed in his voice.

“I’m ready if you are. When’s the movie starting?” She said, looking at Vince with her bottle green eyes.

“It… shit. I forgot.” Vince’s thoughts returned to the kangaroo.

“It’s okay. We’ll just waste time in the food court if we’re too early.” Jessie said, giving him a pearly smile.

----
“I don’t get it…” Jessie said as they strolled out of the cinema. “ If he doesn’t remember anything his alter-ego does, why does he spend the movie trying to stop it?”

Vince shrugged. “Didn’t he find out?”

“He did, but he knew about it since the beginning, at least that’s what I got out of it.”

They got in his car; Jessie brushed the back of his neck.

“Let’s go to your place.”

Vince cracked a little smile as he pulled out of the parking lot.

The first few minutes of the drive were quiet, so he had the radio on a local station.

An 80’s power ballad about love was crooning along when Jessie finally spoke.

“How’s your mom doing?”

“She’s alright. She asks about you a lot.” Vince said.

“Oh?” Jessie’s eyebrows arched.

“It’s kind of weird, she asks what you’re like. She wants to get to know you more and…”

“And what?”

“She sometimes asks if you and I are planning on getting married.”

Jessie scoffed

“Married?! Already?”

“It’s just her. I tell her we haven’t been seeing each other that long but she thinks it’s an excuse”

“She’s crazy” Jessie said, her eyes turning back to the road.

Vince didn’t say anything.

When they finally reached Vince’s place, they got out of the car. Jessie kept close to him.

They stopped and faced each other in the waning glare of a street light.

Their eyes met. Their faces closed in. He could feel her breath warm on his face.

They kissed. He ran a hand through her smooth hair and drank in every sensory detail of the moment.

They pulled away and went through the door hand in hand.

He took off his jacket and went for his room.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Jessie said as she entered the modest bathroom of the flat. Vince pulled open the door to his room and was immediately greeted with an unfamiliar smell.

It smelt like rubber, the high quality kind, and there was an ever so slight hint of dark chocolate about it; and it was coming from his closet. His nose wrinkled, he yanked the closet door open to find that there was a huge, quivering mass of black oily gunge where the kangaroo used to be; with a long stream of the stuff going down from the cardboard box into a puddle on the floor. The chocolate latex smell was now overpowering, stinging his nostrils. He let out a reflexive grunt of disgust.

“Vince? Something wrong?” Jessie called from in the bathroom.

“Nothing… Something just spilled in here while we were out. Gimme a moment.” he yelled back.

He turned away from the mess and took in a deep breath; he pulled the door open wider and leaned in, where he noticed that the material had somehow migrated upwards, irreparably staining five of his best shirts. He cursed under his breath and reached for the slick, shiny goop.

It was cool to the touch, but not unpleasantly so. He pulled back a little to find that it had the consistency of chewed gum, except quite a bit more elastic. The light hit the stuff and reflected off the slivers of glitter dispersed among the fluid.

“Did it melt?” He muttered under his breath; just now becoming aware of the shower running down the hall.

As soon as the thought to get a towel to mop it up entered his mind, the black stuff pounced on him. He opened his mouth to scream but the latex leapt into his mouth and down his throat. The smell and the taste of oily, factory-made latex assaulted his palate. When he tried to spit it out, it ran further down into him, he pulled at the strands of gooey semi-solid latex that were slithering their way all over his body and under his clothes but it ended up spreading the more he struggled. It tingled where he touched his skin and to his great shame the sensation was not entirely unpleasurable.

The latex pooled in the soles of his shoes and liquefied them, with more of the tar-black slurry oozing out of the shapeless, dripping mass that covered his feet. His trousers were already near-totally dissolved by the gunk but he didn’t notice; he was only aware of an intense aching in every joint of his legs, like a spread out toothache. He watched through strained, teary eyes as his feet pulled themselves out longer, longer than before and his toes forcing themselves together into three larger digits. The aching climaxed into a sharp, shredding pain as long, black claws erupted out of the end of his new toes.

The aching subsided into a series of dull pressures as his legs bunched up entirely without his conscious effort. They drew in shorter, bunching up thick and then stretching out a little bit more; and this happened over and over until his legs were reshaped according to whatever plan the stuff had for him. By then, the rubber had worked its way to his hips and pushed them out to a greater width; what once were the boxy hips of a man became ample curves. He struggled to his new feet, fumbling a little and when he stood he felt a sharp pop in his joints that forced him in a bent-forward position.

The base of his spine started pulling itself away, more and more from his body; with the repetitive pop pop pop of vertebrae restructuring themselves ringing in his ears. When it ended, he was now well aware of a long, heavy protrusion starting at the bottom of his spine, just above his rump and ending at the floor.

He hesitantly gazed over his shoulder at the mirror.

His entire body below the waist was completely transformed. His legs were thicker, more compact, and more muscular; and he had a thick tail that tapered down like a kangaroo’s…

''“A kangaroo?”.''

His thoughts were interrupted with what felt like a swift punch in the crotch. He fell forward and dry heaved as his genitalia retracted and pushed back up into his body, inverting itself, sculpting itself into a feminine depth.

There was a warm throbbing in his abdomen as something spread out and pushed against his insides; followed by a feeling that he dearly hoped was not pleasure. The latex had worked its way up to his belly, where it went about the business of sculpting the outline of a pouch.

A pouch… the thought of it nearly made him faint. He wasn’t just becoming a kangaroo. The slime reached his chest and the area under his nipples started to feel very warm… almost like sunburn. He put his hands on his chest just in time for a pair of modestly large breasts to balloon out from under his hands. He gave them a curious squeeze and a rush of feeling surged up inside him.

The slime took his arms next. A cocktail of fear and excitement soaked his brain as he saw the latex slither from his shoulders to his fingers. The way the shiny material flowed so smooth and thick reminded him of chocolate bar ads. He flexed as the muscles in his arms grew and reformed themselves; He was always a wiry guy but now the rubber skin had turned his little bony arms into sculpted, powerful, yet still quite feminine limbs. He stood there with bated breath as the latex went to work on his hands; smoothing them out, melding the pinky and ring fingers together. He didn’t even feel the bones and underlying tissue shift because the rubber had total control of his nerves at that point. He felt tingling pinpricks all throughout his body, an odd gray area between numbness and sensory overload.

It was too much… Entirely too much. He closed his eyes as he felt his face push outwards into a muzzle. His ears popped as they migrated up and stretched out. The latex finished filling his insides. He moaned as the material spread farther, wider through him. It was like that warm feeling one gets after a bowl of hot soup but all over.

He could hear soft voices in his head…giving him ideas: warm, happy, ideas. He felt a compulsion to love others, to nurture, to produce more of him…herself.

“Wait… “

What was happening? She was a woman; no she was a woman… No, no this wasn’t right… what was she? The voices whispered words of comfort to her, lulling her deeper into this altered mind-state. Old memories dimmed and blinked out of his consciousness like candles burning out.

Victor.. no Victoria. No, no, no he had to fight it. She was Victoria. Not Vince, it was a silly name for a lady. But… she wasn’t… but she was, she was and she was only ever so dimly aware that…

She opened her eyes and examined herself in the mirror. She was a six foot tall latex kangaroo, with cute little flecks of silver all throughout her black hide that made her sparkle like a night sky. Her pudgy waist flowed down into a bulky, perfectly muscled pair of legs with a big, firm butt.

Her tail swished back and forth happily as she examined herself. It was like a drug, she felt deep down that she shouldn’t be pleased but she cared not. She took her ear and stretched it out, tittering playfully as it snapped back into shape when she let go.

She raised one leg and wiggled her toes, they were so cute and round.

Then there was a shout.

Victoria turned and saw Jessie, still wet, with a towel thrown around her.

“What the…!?” Jessie spat but couldn’t process enough of what she was looking at to complete her thought.

Victoria cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Dear… are you alright? You’re sopping wet!” Her voice was like velvet.

“What are… where is Vince?” Jessie took one step back, the door felt a mile away at that moment.

Victoria laughed.

“Oh dear, don’t worry about him. Now let’s get you nice and dry.”

Jessie made a move for the door but the rubber kangaroo was already upon her.

She struggled to break free but the creature’s grip was like iron in a soft glove. Where the thing’s skin met hers melted and began trickling down her body, the moisture acted as a catalyst, spreading farther and faster.

Jessie heard herself yelling but nobody came, the creature put its paw over her mouth.

“Hush now… let mama take good care of you."

“Mama?!” Jessie said. And then she felt herself being shoved into the thing’s pouch.

The pouch stretched to just big enough to keep her in fetal position; she kicked and thrashed and pulled to escape but the inside was both slick as oil and thick as tar, too slippery to gain traction, too sticky to break free.

Every time she moved, the kangaroo anticipated it and clinched the pouch tight around her.

“Oh come now, sweetie. Don’t fuss. You’re just tired is all.” Victoria said.

there was something hypnotic about her voice. Jessie’s mad thrashing subsided into a pitiful wiggle. She couldn’t breathe, let alone yell or fight back. Her limbs felt heavy… She was completely covered with the slime and it was squirming down into her mouth. Her body simply refused to move anymore.

She was so very sleepy.

She lost consciousness.

----

She awoke in the pouch, feeling weaker yet also refreshed. She kicked her legs, they felt bigger, clumsier. Her tail was curled upwards. With some effort, she climbed up and stuck her head out of her mother’s pouch. She cast her purple eyes up at her mother. Victoria was seated on the bed reading a paperback.

“Now don’t you feel better, Jessica, now that you had your nap?” She said to her.

This wasn’t right, but she was only dimly aware of it, she tried to speak but all that came out was wordless chatter.

“…Ma?”

“Mama?”

“You’re such a good girl, you didn’t cry at all last night.” Victoria cooed at her some more as she gazed into those big, purple eyes. She felt so afraid, and yet completely safe. The image of Victoria imprinted itself on her psyche, this was mother. A tiny spark of resistance glowed in her chest, she looked to the mirror.

She was a joey, a little rubber kangaroo, looking just like mama. She raised a stubby arm toward her mother’s chest, trying to get leverage to push off of her and make a break for the door, but Victoria took her and held her close.

“Hungry, little one?”

Jessica’s belly grumbled.

“Ma…ma…ma”

“It’s okay, open wide now.”

Victoria nudged the joey’s head towards her bosom. The smell of milk and chocolate tantalized her; she relaxed herself in her mother’s arms as she nursed.

“I’ll never let you go, little one.” Victoria whispered into her ear.

“Never going to let you go.”

User:Federio

2015-10-20T15:12:53Z

Federio:

Hi. I like stories about things turning into other things. I sometimes write them too.

Stuff by me:

[[The Socks]]

[[ Happiness Is A Warm Pouch]]

The Socks

2015-10-20T14:40:45Z

Federio:

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[[:Category:Transgender]] [[:Category:Mental change]]

''Lola Trent''

When he saw that name on the package, his heart soared. Lola and Richard had been seeing each other for well over a year, but it never got serious between them; never had a chance to, as she had since moved out of town. They still wrote each other all the time, though. He was glad she never dropped out entirely, but he wasn't satisfied. There was an itch that correspondence alone could not scratch, so one could forgive him for not telling her everything. He took the package in and shucked it of its manila-brown wrapping, revealing a handsome little black box with an envelope taped to it, signed with Lola’s perfect cursive signature.

Richard wasted no time in tearing the envelope open. With hands made clumsy by excitement, he unfolded the letter.

''Richard.''

''When you get this, I’ll be stopping over soon. I really hope you like the gift. I picked them out just for you.''
''I hope to see you with them on when I get there.''

''XOXO Lola.''

At the foot of the letter was a drawing of a little smiling cat face. What was in the box that she wanted him to wear? He blushed at some of the thoughts that went through his head. He took it and gently lifted the cover off.

Toe socks.

Inside the box was a pair of coffee-colored knee-length toe socks, he lifted them up and felt the fabric between thumb and index finger. It was high-quality stuff; soft as can be but thick and very stretchy. They were so finely made that he couldn’t even see the weave of the fabric, just a solid plane of what he assumed was a spandex nylon blend. He took off his sandals and plopped down on the bed, pulling them on slowly, relishing the sensation of the smooth, slinky cloth gliding over his skin. The fit was perfect; they slid on smooth as water and covered his feet up to like a second skin. He couldn’t even see any seams. They had to have been tailored, raising the question of how Lola got his measurements. He lay back on the mattress and admired his feet in the socks.

It was never his thing, but he couldn’t help but enjoy it, he wiggled and flexed his toes, enjoying the caress of the smooth fabric, the warmth. Maybe it was Lola’s thing. That made sense.

He shifted around to the side of the bed to stand up. The socks each had a ring of creamy white just above the knee that he hadn’t noticed before. The color combination really charmed him for some reason. Cream on dark brown, so cute. He pondered for a moment on what he should do to pass the time until Lola showed up. He ran a hand through his corn silk colored hair.

“My hair’s a mess. Need to look good for the date.” A part of him wanted to yell at himself for assuming it was a date, but why else would she stop over after so long. He wondered if he was going to have enough time to hide his address book.

He peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, then he climbed out of his jeans and headed off for the bathroom in his botxers. He didn’t remember it being so hot; he also didn’t remember the socks being thigh-length… The bathroom reeked of artificial orange scent. He ran water over his hands and tried to straighten his hair out, to no avail. He tried again with some spit in his hands; he groomed and primped and pawed at his hair single-mindedly until it was close enough to the way he wanted… Then he noticed that the stubble from last night had vanished, leaving his oval-shaped face perfectly smooth, almost feminine in its hairlessness. This was unusual but welcome, as he didn’t feel like shaving anyway.

He reached down to scratch his butt to find it covered in fabric. He did a double take; the socks had become a pair of tights, dark brown up to the knees, and cream for everything above. He broke out into a wide grin when he discovered this; it felt so good, so warm on him. His heart skipped a beat, he found it hard to breath as he turned and gazed at his rump in the mirror; it had definitely grown.

A nervous giggle escaped his throat, shaking his buttocks side to side as it filled out into a perfect peach shape. Whatever magic was at work flowed down from his hips into his legs, sculpting masculine angles into girlish curves; he couldn't resist touching and stroking his legs as the changes went on. He was so soft, so cuddly... He sat down on the linoleum floor, legs in the air as his toes filled out and became feline-looking paws, complete with claw sheathes and little pink pads on the soles. He reached out and rubbed his new feet to be greeted with an electric sensation. They were so sensitive, so soft, feminine... The paw-pads felt like fine leather; soft, smooth, thick. He was taking deep, heavy breaths, he was almost scared of where this gift would take him, what it would turn him into.

His lower back started to ache, he bent forward and let out a strained moan of pain and pleasure as a long, fuzzy kitty tail pushed out of his backbone. When it was done, he forgot all about the pain, being entranced by the tail’s graceful swishing back and forth, independent of his hips. It was overwhelming. He was becoming brand new, his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. With quivering hands he reached for the waistband of the tights to find that they simply merged into his skin, the fibers weaving into his skin in and out; merging with it, becoming it. His hands migrated down his crotch to find something missing, replaced with an organ much better suited for a lady like her. And his mind caught itself.

"Wait...I'm not a lady! What am I becoming? " He was answered by a half-formed 'meowww' that escaped his lips.

"I'm becoming a cat? But it feels so..." He was almost afraid to admit it.

"It feels so right." He became acutely aware of all the times he felt isolated and uncomfortable as a man. His awkward teen phase, that one time he tried on his sister's panty-hose... He knew the memories were his, they felt like his at least, but something was dragging them in front of his mind's eye. Was this happening to sooth him into accepting it? was it some form of hypnosis? A voice... Lola's voice echoed throughout his mind.

''"You're a girl. A cute kitty girl."''

"Yes you are... Yes you are a cute kitty girl with a kitty tail and kitty paws..."

''"But I'm a ma... I'm not a kitty... I'm..."''

He heard his own voice chime in against him.

''"You're a kitty. Look at yourself You're a kitty cat."''

"I'm a kitty cat?"

''"Yes. Cute, fluffy, cuddly, kitty cat girl."''

"Am I going to be alright?"

The duo of perfectly synchronized voices replied.

''"Kitties are happy. You will be happy. Good kitty is happy kitty."''

"I'm... I..."

''"Is kitty cat happy right now?"''

"Yes?"

''"Is the kitty sure?"''

He shook his head, this had to have been a dream, but it felt so real. There was no malice to be heard in the voices but he was still nervous. ... felt so good. So... correct.

"I don't know"

''"Kitty is happy. She knows she is happy because she feels it. No thinking, just feeling."''

"I think I'm happy."

''"No thinking, kitty cat. A good kitty cat doesn't think if she don't need to."''

"Why is this happening?"

''"Is kitty unhappy?"''

"I'm not...Kitty is not unhappy, kitty just wants to know."

''"Good kitty does not ask questions unless she wants to know. Does kitty want to know, for real?"''

"Kitty doesn't know."

"''Why doesn't kitty know if she wants to know?"''

"Kitty is confused. What is happening to Kitty?"

''"Good kitty cat is obedient kitty cat. obedience makes kitty happy.Kitty wants to be surprised. Does kitty obey?"''

"Yes."

''"Kitty did not answer right."''

"Kitty obeys."

''"Is kitty sure she obeys?"''

''You're right... Kitty is obedient... Kitty...happy."'

''"Again."''

"Kitty is happy."

''"Is kitty good?"''

"Kitty will always be good."

''"Does kitty obey?"''

"A good kitty obeys. Kitty is good."

And like a daydream she snapped out of it. A wave of excitement washed over her consciousness, the pleasure of the transformations, the softness and the fear mingled into a cocktail of new emotions. She stood in front of the mirror, watching the fibers travel up, up. She debated with herself over pronouns, he was going to miss being a he, maybe? But the word 'she', 'her'... they felt so good... so proper. He left the bathroom, tail held high, the cloth had reached his belly. With every step, it pushed the doughy gut he once was ashamed of into a toned runner’s physique. By the time she... no he settled down on the couch in the den, the fabric was over his chest. He.. no, she... no no, he heard the voices again.

''"Kitty is learning so fast. She is a good kitty."''

"But Kitty... Kitty is a boy."

''"Now Kitty is being silly, she is not a boy. Kitty cats know if they're not boys and kitty knows she isn't a boy."''

"Kitty isn't..."

''"Kitty is correct, she is not a boy. She is a good little obedient girl. Is kitty a boy?"
''
"No."

''"Kitty was not understood, did Kitty say she was a boy?"''

"Kitty is not a boy."

''"What is kitty then?"''

"Kitty is a girl."

There was a little pain as her shoulders took on a better, more feminine shape, but nothing worth caring about. Especially not with how amazing the fabric felt, like a full-body hug that got snugger as it traveled. She leaned back over the arm of the couch, purring as a pair of breasts blossomed out of his chest, growing into just the right size, just the right shape. He watched his hands get coated; cream fibers turning dark brown just below the elbows, her hands became softer, nails sharpened and sank into sheaths like the ones for his toe claws. Pink, heart shaped pads grew out of her palms. She spent a little while playing with her new hands, drawing claws in and out in and out. She did a couple mock-slashes at the air, making a cutesy little growl. She could feel the fibers at his neck and rising; he coughed and cleared his throat to hear her new voice. Her soft, pretty little voice…

''"Kitty will meow now."''

"What?"

''"Kitty is not being obedient. Kitty will meow now."''

She opened her mouth and out came a soft, pitiful little mewing.

''"Obedient kitty is good kitty. Good kitty is happy kitty. Kitty will meow louder."''

She mewed some more, her voice cracking.

''"Kitty will meow even louder."''

She took a deep breath, threw back her head, and '''YOWLED''' so mightily that the pictures on the wall shook on their hangings. It was on her face now, racing upwards. Her jaw crunched as it pulled into a little cat muzzle; teeth reforming into little fangs, whiskers sprouting from her upper lip. Her ears pulled themselves up, up and out into big dark brown kitty ears. She arched her back up as she let out another triumphant yowl as the transformation finished; she was now completely covered in the fibers, one with them.

She scanned her new body with her bright blue cat eyes. She was a Siamese, a perfect specimen of cat girl. Her senses took some getting used to, sounds were sharper and clearer, shapes were more distinct, everything brighter. She took a sniff of the air through her little pink nose, each smell was clear and distinct: dust, old carpet, human body scents…

She jumped up when she heard the door open. In walked Rita, her red -haired beauty.

“How’s my kitty doing?” She said, scratching behind the newly minted cat girl’s ear.

She purred in response, words couldn’t convey the gratitude enough.

“You’re going to need a name. “ Rita said, looking her in the eye. “How does Rika sound?”

“I… It’s wonderful.” Rika mewled. “Thank you so much, Lola.”

" "Ah ahhh," Lola waggled her finger. "Kitties need to earn the right to use first names."

"I'm sorry... Thank you Mistress..." That felt like the right thing to say.
“Good girl…” Lola continued petting her as Rika gave her a heartfelt purr.

"Now." Lola said, who does kitty love?"

"I love you." The cat girl mewed.

"Who?"

"Lola. Kitty loves Lola."

"I'm sorry, who does my kitty love?"

"I love my mistress."

" I love kitty too." Lola said, smiling.

She stopped, the smile faded into seriousness.

"Has kitty been naughty while mistress was out of town?"

The cat girl felt something clinch in her gut.

"A good kitty is honest" Lola said, her voice taking on a hint of impatience.

"Kitty is so sorry... I saw other people while mistress was away. I was lonely, I wanted more. All I could think of was you when I was with them!"

Lola leaned in closer to her.

"With who?"

"Kitty is so sorry! They were other women. They meant nothing. All I care about is you..."

"What were their names?"

"I... don't remember."

Rika was sobbing, she had failed mistress.

" I wanted us to be something more, I wanted to be closer. You went away before I could say anything and I needed more than letters. The other girls were just replacements, I couldn't see them long because all I could think about was my mistress."

Rika was on her hands and knees prostrate before Lola, her ears curled back in fear at what mistress would do.

There was a horrible, tense period of silence.

"I understand."

Rika's tears stopped, tilting her head to the side.

"Mistress shouldn't have left her pet alone. I'm going to forgive you completely, know why?"

Rika replied with a single quizzical mew

"You know what you did was wrong. Even if you were unfaithful, you had your mistress in mind. You confessed without a fuss."

Lola took the Siamese by the neck, stroking her chin.

"You truly are a good, obedient kitty."

She gave the cat girl a little kiss on the forehead and stood up straight, all Rika could focus on was mistress's perfect posture, her beauty...

"Let's start over. I have another present for you." Lola said as she produced a black patent leather collar with an immaculately polished brass cat bell dangling from it. Rika's eyes zeroed in on the bell. It was so shiny.

Lola tenderly slid the collar around her pet's neck and clasped it nice and tight. She thumped the bell with her index finger and the tinny ringing made something ''click'' inside Rika's mind.

Rika stood there, waiting for mistress to give command.

"Sit." Lola said and Rika did obediently sit down on her knees.

"Roll over." Lola commanded and Rika did roll a single full rotation on the floor, rising to her knees again.

Lola paused. There were so many things she could do, she had her little kitty slave all to herself.

"Now ." Rita said, her voice was like strings on a puppet, pulling the cat girl to rapt attention.

Lola kicked off one of her glossy red pumps.

"Sniff." She said as she thrust her stocking-clad foot in Rika's face.

The cat girl put her nose to the dark nylon and breathed in. It was intoxicating, the smell of the skin, the sweaty workday smell pouring out of the sheer fabric. Every drought of the smell that she breathed in became an imprint on her mind. This was how mistress smelled,the sensory picture was complete and she belonged to Lola.

“On your back.”

Rika pulled away and flopped down on her back, paws in the air, tail curled around her right leg. Lola bent down and caressed the cat girl’s belly, the fabric had since taken on a velvety texture. Lola hummed a sweet song into the cat girl's ear as she pet her.

“Aren’t you a soft kitty?” Lola cooed.

“Yes… Yes I am the softest kitty.” Rika said, purring like an engine.

“You know…” Lola said, still rubbing and petting Rika. “I was thinking of taking you back home with me, after today.”

Rika stopped purring, her eyes locked onto Lola’s own green eyes.

“Really? Then we can be together?”

“Forever. You will serve mistress forever, always being at her side.”

The cat girl’s eyes were misty. “I’ve waited so long to hear that.” Rika couldn't stop herself from purring as loud as she can. It was immodest, but it couldn't be helped.

Lola got out a black leather leash and clasped it onto Rika’s collar. One tug of the leash brought the cat girl to a standing position, another tug and she was walking eagerly behind her las the two made their way to the bedroom.

Lola took off her remaining shoe and collapsed onto the bed. Rika knelt beside her; unable to look away.

"Mistress." Rika mewed.

"May... May I?"

"Yes kitty. You may."

With a song in her heart, Rika jumped onto the bed and curled into a ball of softness at her mistress's feet. Sleep came to both of them right away.

-----

It was a warm midday when they reached Lola's place. Lola flicked the lights on with Rika close behind, arms full of luggage. It was only natural for her to carry the things. Mistress did not need to bother with such trifles, that much was obvious to the cat girl.

Most of the luggage belong to Lola; clothes, books, computer equipment, so on... Rika herself had few things from her old home she cared to take. Even if she wanted them, none of her old clothes fit her slender body. She didn't need shoes, hated wearing them. Nevertheless she brought a few things that took her fancy, mostly books and cat toys.

Lola paced in the den, brow knit in thought. She held a fat paperback titled "Being a Better Business Owner." under her arm.

"Rika." She said. The cat girl's ears perked up.

"Do you think it's wrong for a store owner to use their own product?"

Rika puzzled over this.

"What do you think?" was the best reply she had.

"Good girl."

Lola lead her by her leash into the bedroom. It was perfectly well-kept; clean salmon-colored carpet. Beige walls. apple scent in the air.

Without a word, Rika started unpacking, placing skirts, jeans, shirts, and other articles of clothing in their rightful places with loving care. It was such a simple task but it gave her no small amount of pleasure. Was there anything better than being useful for mistress?

When the clothes were sorted, she set the little box full of her own things at the foot of the closet, tracing the name, her name, written in magic marker on the side with a claw. She felt Lola scratch behind her ears, sending a ripple of bliss through her.

"You didn't even need to be asked to do that. You're such a good girl."

" You never have to ask." was what she considered saying but the euphoria of receiving ear scritches stilled her tongue, only a deep thrumming purr got out.

Hours of work later, they had converted half the bedroom into a modest little home office. The both of them were tired, but proud.

Lola put her arm around the cat girl's waist, hand migrating down to stroke her tail.

"I think we've done enough for today." She said. "Come."

She went over to the bed, and motioned for Rika to lay down beside her. Rika did not disobey.

Lola had her shoes off, her brilliant green eyes locked with Rika's.

" Let's make this a bit more interesting..." She said through a sly grin.

And Rika's heart sang as Lola got out a pair of tiger-print toe socks, the brilliant orange of which matched her hair impeccably.

"You're not about to have all the fun..." She said.

She slipped them on.

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''Lola Trent''

When he saw that name on the package, his heart soared. Lola and Richard had been seeing each other for well over a year, but it never got serious between them; never had a chance to, as she had since moved out of town. They still wrote each other all the time, though. He was glad she never dropped out entirely, but he wasn't satisfied. There was an itch that correspondence alone could not scratch, so one could forgive him for not telling her everything. He took the package in and shucked it of its manila-brown wrapping, revealing a handsome little black box with an envelope taped to it, signed with Lola’s perfect cursive signature.

Richard wasted no time in tearing the envelope open. With hands made clumsy by excitement, he unfolded the letter.

''Richard.''

''When you get this, I’ll be stopping over soon. I really hope you like the gift. I picked them out just for you.''
''I hope to see you with them on when I get there.''

''XOXO Lola.''

At the foot of the letter was a drawing of a little smiling cat face. What was in the box that she wanted him to wear? He blushed at some of the thoughts that went through his head. He took it and gently lifted the cover off.

Toe socks.

Inside the box was a pair of coffee-colored knee-length toe socks, he lifted them up and felt the fabric between thumb and index finger. It was high-quality stuff; soft as can be but thick and very stretchy. They were so finely made that he couldn’t even see the weave of the fabric, just a solid plane of what he assumed was a spandex nylon blend. He took off his sandals and plopped down on the bed, pulling them on slowly, relishing the sensation of the smooth, slinky cloth gliding over his skin. The fit was perfect; they slid on smooth as water and covered his feet up to like a second skin. He couldn’t even see any seams. They had to have been tailored, raising the question of how Lola got his measurements. He lay back on the mattress and admired his feet in the socks.

It was never his thing, but he couldn’t help but enjoy it, he wiggled and flexed his toes, enjoying the caress of the smooth fabric, the warmth. Maybe it was Lola’s thing. That made sense.

He shifted around to the side of the bed to stand up. The socks each had a ring of creamy white just above the knee that he hadn’t noticed before. The color combination really charmed him for some reason. Cream on dark brown, so cute. He pondered for a moment on what he should do to pass the time until Lola showed up. He ran a hand through his corn silk colored hair.

“My hair’s a mess. Need to look good for the date.” A part of him wanted to yell at himself for assuming it was a date, but why else would she stop over after so long. He wondered if he was going to have enough time to hide his address book.

He peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, then he climbed out of his jeans and headed off for the bathroom in his botxers. He didn’t remember it being so hot; he also didn’t remember the socks being thigh-length… The bathroom reeked of artificial orange scent. He ran water over his hands and tried to straighten his hair out, to no avail. He tried again with some spit in his hands; he groomed and primped and pawed at his hair single-mindedly until it was close enough to the way he wanted… Then he noticed that the stubble from last night had vanished, leaving his oval-shaped face perfectly smooth, almost feminine in its hairlessness. This was unusual but welcome, as he didn’t feel like shaving anyway.

He reached down to scratch his butt to find it covered in fabric. He did a double take; the socks had become a pair of tights, dark brown up to the knees, and cream for everything above. He broke out into a wide grin when he discovered this; it felt so good, so warm on him. His heart skipped a beat, he found it hard to breath as he turned and gazed at his rump in the mirror; it had definitely grown.

A nervous giggle escaped his throat, shaking his buttocks side to side as it filled out into a perfect peach shape. Whatever magic was at work flowed down from his hips into his legs, sculpting masculine angles into girlish curves; he couldn't resist touching and stroking his legs as the changes went on. He was so soft, so cuddly... He sat down on the linoleum floor, legs in the air as his toes filled out and became feline-looking paws, complete with claw sheathes and little pink pads on the soles. He reached out and rubbed his new feet to be greeted with an electric sensation. They were so sensitive, so soft, feminine... The paw-pads felt like fine leather; soft, smooth, thick. He was taking deep, heavy breaths, he was almost scared of where this gift would take him, what it would turn him into.

His lower back started to ache, he bent forward and let out a strained moan of pain and pleasure as a long, fuzzy kitty tail pushed out of his backbone. When it was done, he forgot all about the pain, being entranced by the tail’s graceful swishing back and forth, independent of his hips. It was overwhelming. He was becoming brand new, his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. With quivering hands he reached for the waistband of the tights to find that they simply merged into his skin, the fibers weaving into his skin in and out; merging with it, becoming it. His hands migrated down his crotch to find something missing, replaced with an organ much better suited for a lady like her. And his mind caught itself.

"Wait...I'm not a lady! What am I becoming? " He was answered by a half-formed 'meowww' that escaped his lips.

"I'm becoming a cat? But it feels so..." He was almost afraid to admit it.

"It feels so right." He became acutely aware of all the times he felt isolated and uncomfortable as a man. His awkward teen phase, that one time he tried on his sister's panty-hose... He knew the memories were his, they felt like his at least, but something was dragging them in front of his mind's eye. Was this happening to sooth him into accepting it? was it some form of hypnosis? A voice... Lola's voice echoed throughout his mind.

''"You're a girl. A cute kitty girl."''

"Yes you are... Yes you are a cute kitty girl with a kitty tail and kitty paws..."

''"But I'm a ma... I'm not a kitty... I'm..."''

He heard his own voice chime in against him.

''"You're a kitty. Look at yourself You're a kitty cat."''

"I'm a kitty cat?"

''"Yes. Cute, fluffy, cuddly, kitty cat girl."''

"Am I going to be alright?"

The duo of perfectly synchronized voices replied.

''"Kitties are happy. You will be happy. Good kitty is happy kitty."''

"I'm... I..."

''"Is kitty cat happy right now?"''

"Yes?"

''"Is the kitty sure?"''

He shook his head, this had to have been a dream, but it felt so real. There was no malice to be heard in the voices but he was still nervous. ... felt so good. So... correct.

"I don't know"

''"Kitty is happy. She knows she is happy because she feels it. No thinking, just feeling."''

"I think I'm happy."

''"No thinking, kitty cat. A good kitty cat doesn't think if she don't need to."''

"Why is this happening?"

''"Is kitty unhappy?"''

"I'm not...Kitty is not unhappy, kitty just wants to know."

''"Good kitty does not ask questions unless she wants to know. Does kitty want to know, for real?"''

"Kitty doesn't know."

"''Why doesn't kitty know if she wants to know?"''

"Kitty is confused. What is happening to Kitty?"

''"Good kitty cat is obedient kitty cat. obedience makes kitty happy.Kitty wants to be surprised. Does kitty obey?"''

"Yes."

''"Kitty did not answer right."''

"Kitty obeys."

''"Is kitty sure she obeys?"''

''You're right... Kitty is obedient... Kitty...happy."'

''"Again."''

"Kitty is happy."

''"Is kitty good?"''

"Kitty will always be good."

''"Does kitty obey?"''

"A good kitty obeys. Kitty is good."

And like a daydream she snapped out of it. A wave of excitement washed over her consciousness, the pleasure of the transformations, the softness and the fear mingled into a cocktail of new emotions. She stood in front of the mirror, watching the fibers travel up, up. She debated with herself over pronouns, he was going to miss being a he, maybe? But the word 'she', 'her'... they felt so good... so proper. He left the bathroom, tail held high, the cloth had reached his belly. With every step, it pushed the doughy gut he once was ashamed of into a toned runner’s physique. By the time she... no he settled down on the couch in the den, the fabric was over his chest. He.. no, she... no no, he heard the voices again.

''"Kitty is learning so fast. She is a good kitty."''

"But Kitty... Kitty is a boy."

''"Now Kitty is being silly, she is not a boy. Kitty cats know if they're not boys and kitty knows she isn't a boy."''

"Kitty isn't..."

''"Kitty is correct, she is not a boy. She is a good little obedient girl. Is kitty a boy?"
''
"No."

''"Kitty was not understood, did Kitty say she was a boy?"''

"Kitty is not a boy."

''"What is kitty then?"''

"Kitty is a girl."

There was a little pain as her shoulders took on a better, more feminine shape, but nothing worth caring about. Especially not with how amazing the fabric felt, like a full-body hug that got snugger as it traveled. She leaned back over the arm of the couch, purring as a pair of breasts blossomed out of his chest, growing into just the right size, just the right shape. He watched his hands get coated; cream fibers turning dark brown just below the elbows, her hands became softer, nails sharpened and sank into sheaths like the ones for his toe claws. Pink, heart shaped pads grew out of her palms. She spent a little while playing with her new hands, drawing claws in and out in and out. She did a couple mock-slashes at the air, making a cutesy little growl. She could feel the fibers at his neck and rising; he coughed and cleared his throat to hear her new voice. Her soft, pretty little voice…

''"Kitty will meow now."''

"What?"

''"Kitty is not being obedient. Kitty will meow now."''

She opened her mouth and out came a soft, pitiful little mewing.

''"Obedient kitty is good kitty. Good kitty is happy kitty. Kitty will meow louder."''

She mewed some more, her voice cracking.

''"Kitty will meow even louder."''

She took a deep breath, threw back her head, and '''YOWLED''' so mightily that the pictures on the wall shook on their hangings. It was on her face now, racing upwards. Her jaw crunched as it pulled into a little cat muzzle; teeth reforming into little fangs, whiskers sprouting from her upper lip. Her ears pulled themselves up, up and out into big dark brown kitty ears. She arched her back up as she let out another triumphant yowl as the transformation finished; she was now completely covered in the fibers, one with them.

She scanned her new body with her bright blue cat eyes. She was a Siamese, a perfect specimen of cat girl. Her senses took some getting used to, sounds were sharper and clearer, shapes were more distinct, everything brighter. She took a sniff of the air through her little pink nose, each smell was clear and distinct: dust, old carpet, human body scents…

She jumped up when she heard the door open. In walked Rita, her red -haired beauty.

“How’s my kitty doing?” She said, scratching behind the newly minted cat girl’s ear.

She purred in response, words couldn’t convey the gratitude enough.

“You’re going to need a name. “ Rita said, looking her in the eye. “How does Rika sound?”

“I… It’s wonderful.” Rika mewled. “Thank you so much, Lola.”

" "Ah ahhh," Lola waggled her finger. "Kitties need to earn the right to use first names."

"I'm sorry... Thank you Mistress..." That felt like the right thing to say.
“Good girl…” Lola continued petting her as Rika gave her a heartfelt purr.

"Now." Lola said, who does kitty love?"

"I love you." The cat girl mewed.

"Who?"

"Lola. Kitty loves Lola."

"I'm sorry, who does my kitty love?"

"I love my mistress."

" I love kitty too." Lola said, smiling.

She stopped, the smile faded into seriousness.

"Has kitty been naughty while mistress was out of town?"

The cat girl felt something clinch in her gut.

"A good kitty is honest" Lola said, her voice taking on a hint of impatience.

"Kitty is so sorry... I saw other people while mistress was away. I was lonely, I wanted more. All I could think of was you when I was with them!"

Lola leaned in closer to her.

"With who?"

"Kitty is so sorry! They were other women. They meant nothing. All I care about is you..."

"What were their names?"

"I... don't remember."

Rika was sobbing, she had failed mistress.

" I wanted us to be something more, I wanted to be closer. You went away before I could say anything and I needed more than letters. The other girls were just replacements, I couldn't see them long because all I could think about was my mistress."

Rika was on her hands and knees prostrate before Lola, her ears curled back in fear at what mistress would do.

There was a horrible, tense period of silence.

"I understand."

Rika's tears stopped, tilting her head to the side.

"Mistress shouldn't have left her pet alone. I'm going to forgive you completely, know why?"

Rika replied with a single quizzical mew

"You know what you did was wrong. Even if you were unfaithful, you had your mistress in mind. You confessed without a fuss."

Lola took the Siamese by the neck, stroking her chin.

"You truly are a good, obedient kitty."

She gave the cat girl a little kiss on the forehead and stood up straight, all Rika could focus on was mistress's perfect posture, her beauty...

"Let's start over. I have another present for you." Lola said as she produced a black patent leather collar with an immaculately polished brass cat bell dangling from it. Rika's eyes zeroed in on the bell. It was so shiny.

Lola tenderly slid the collar around her pet's neck and clasped it nice and tight. She thumped the bell with her index finger and the tinny ringing
made something click inside Rika's mind.

Rika stood there, waiting for mistress to give command.

"Sit." Lola said and Rika did obediently sit down on her knees.

"Roll over." Lola commanded and Rika did roll a single full rotation on the floor, rising to her knees again.

Lola paused. There were so many things she could do, she had her little kitty slave all to herself.

"Now ." Rita said, her voice was like strings on a puppet, pulling the cat girl to rapt attention.

Lola kicked off one of her glossy red pumps.

"Sniff." She said as she thrust her stocking-clad foot in Rika's face.

The cat girl put her nose to the dark nylon and breathed in. It was intoxicating, the smell of the skin, the sweaty workday smell pouring out of the sheer fabric. Every drought of the smell that she breathed in became an imprint on her mind. This was how mistress smelled,the sensory picture was complete and she belonged to Lola.

“On your back.”

Rika pulled away and flopped down on her back, paws in the air, tail curled around her right leg. Lola bent down and caressed the cat girl’s belly, the fabric had since taken on a velvety texture. Lola hummed a sweet song into the cat girl's ear as she pet her.

“Aren’t you a soft kitty?” Lola cooed.

“Yes… Yes I am the softest kitty.” Rika said, purring like an engine.

“You know…” Lola said, still rubbing and petting Rika. “I was thinking of taking you back home with me, after today.”

Rika stopped purring, her eyes locked onto Lola’s own green eyes.

“Really? Then we can be together?”

“Forever. You will serve mistress forever, always being at her side.”

The cat girl’s eyes were misty. “I’ve waited so long to hear that.” Rika couldn't stop herself from purring as loud as she can. It was immodest, but it couldn't be helped.

Lola got out a black leather leash and clasped it onto Rika’s collar. One tug of the leash brought the cat girl to a standing position, another tug and she was walking eagerly behind her las the two made their way to the bedroom.

Lola took off her remaining shoe and collapsed onto the bed. Rika knelt beside her; unable to look away.

"Mistress." Rika mewed.

"May... May I?"

"Yes kitty. You may."

With a song in her heart, Rika jumped onto the bed and curled into a ball of softness at her mistress's feet. Sleep came to both of them right away.

-----

It was a warm midday when they reached Lola's place. Lola flicked the lights on with Rika close behind, arms full of luggage. It was only natural for her to carry the things. Mistress did not need to bother with such trifles, that much was obvious to the cat girl.

Most of the luggage belong to Lola; clothes, books, computer equipment, so on... Rika herself had few things from her old home she cared to take. Even if she wanted them, none of her old clothes fit her slender body. She didn't need shoes, hated wearing them. Nevertheless she brought a few things that took her fancy, mostly books and cat toys.

Lola paced in the den, brow knit in thought. She held a fat paperback titled "Being a Better Business Owner." under her arm.

"Rika." She said. The cat girl's ears perked up.

"Do you think it's wrong for a store owner to use their own product?"

Rika puzzled over this.

"What do you think?" was the best reply she had.

"Good girl."

Lola lead her by her leash into the bedroom. It was perfectly well-kept; clean salmon-colored carpet. Beige walls. apple scent in the air.

Without a word, Rika started unpacking, placing skirts, jeans, shirts, and other articles of clothing in their rightful places with loving care. It was such a simple task but it gave her no small amount of pleasure. Was there anything better than being useful for mistress?

When the clothes were sorted, she set the little box full of her own things at the foot of the closet, tracing the name, her name, written in magic marker on the side with a claw. She felt Lola scratch behind her ears, sending a ripple of bliss through her.

"You didn't even need to be asked to do that. You're such a good girl."

" You never have to ask." was what she considered saying but the euphoria of receiving ear scritches stilled her tongue, only a deep thrumming purr got out.

Hours of work later, they had converted half the bedroom into a modest little home office. The both of them were tired, but proud.

Lola put her arm around the cat girl's waist, hand migrating down to stroke her tail.

"I think we've done enough for today." She said. "Come."

She went over to the bed, and motioned for Rika to lay down beside her. Rika did not disobey.

Lola had her shoes off, her brilliant green eyes locked with Rika's.

" Let's make this a bit more interesting..." She said through a sly grin.

And Rika's heart sang as Lola got out a pair of tiger-print toe socks, the brilliant orange of which matched her hair impeccably.

"You're not about to have all the fun..." She said.

She slipped them on.

The Socks

2015-10-20T14:31:03Z

Federio:

[[:Category:Story]] [[:Category:Feline]]

[[:Category:Transgender]] [[:Category:Mental change]]

''Lola Trent''

When he saw that name on the package, his heart soared. Lola and Richard had been seeing each other for well over a year, but it never got serious between them; never had a chance to, as she had since moved out of town. They still wrote each other all the time, though. He was glad she never dropped out entirely, but he wasn't satisfied. There was an itch that correspondence alone could not scratch, so one could forgive him for not telling her everything. He took the package in and shucked it of its manila-brown wrapping, revealing a handsome little black box with an envelope taped to it, signed with Lola’s perfect cursive signature.

Richard wasted no time in tearing the envelope open. With hands made clumsy by excitement, he unfolded the letter.

''Richard.''

''When you get this, I’ll be stopping over soon. I really hope you like the gift. I picked them out just for you.''
''I hope to see you with them on when I get there.''

''XOXO Lola.''

At the foot of the letter was a drawing of a little smiling cat face. What was in the box that she wanted him to wear? He blushed at some of the thoughts that went through his head. He took it and gently lifted the cover off.

Toe socks.

Inside the box was a pair of coffee-colored knee-length toe socks, he lifted them up and felt the fabric between thumb and index finger. It was high-quality stuff; soft as can be but thick and very stretchy. They were so finely made that he couldn’t even see the weave of the fabric, just a solid plane of what he assumed was a spandex nylon blend. He took off his sandals and plopped down on the bed, pulling them on slowly, relishing the sensation of the smooth, slinky cloth gliding over his skin. The fit was perfect; they slid on smooth as water and covered his feet up to like a second skin. He couldn’t even see any seams. They had to have been tailored, raising the question of how Lola got his measurements. He lay back on the mattress and admired his feet in the socks.

It was never his thing, but he couldn’t help but enjoy it, he wiggled and flexed his toes, enjoying the caress of the smooth fabric, the warmth. Maybe it was Lola’s thing. That made sense.

He shifted around to the side of the bed to stand up. The socks each had a ring of creamy white just above the knee that he hadn’t noticed before. The color combination really charmed him for some reason. Cream on dark brown, so cute. He pondered for a moment on what he should do to pass the time until Lola showed up. He ran a hand through his corn silk colored hair.

“My hair’s a mess. Need to look good for the date.” A part of him wanted to yell at himself for assuming it was a date, but why else would she stop over after so long. He wondered if he was going to have enough time to hide his address book.

He peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, then he climbed out of his jeans and headed off for the bathroom in his botxers. He didn’t remember it being so hot; he also didn’t remember the socks being thigh-length… The bathroom reeked of artificial orange scent. He ran water over his hands and tried to straighten his hair out, to no avail. He tried again with some spit in his hands; he groomed and primped and pawed at his hair single-mindedly until it was close enough to the way he wanted… Then he noticed that the stubble from last night had vanished, leaving his oval-shaped face perfectly smooth, almost feminine in its hairlessness. This was unusual but welcome, as he didn’t feel like shaving anyway.

He reached down to scratch his butt to find it covered in fabric. He did a double take; the socks had become a pair of tights, dark brown up to the knees, and cream for everything above. He broke out into a wide grin when he discovered this; it felt so good, so warm on him. His heart skipped a beat, he found it hard to breath as he turned and gazed at his rump in the mirror; it had definitely grown.

A nervous giggle escaped his throat, shaking his buttocks side to side as it filled out into a perfect peach shape. Whatever magic was at work flowed down from his hips into his legs, sculpting masculine angles into girlish curves; he couldn't resist touching and stroking his legs as the changes went on. He was so soft, so cuddly... He sat down on the linoleum floor, legs in the air as his toes filled out and became feline-looking paws, complete with claw sheathes and little pink pads on the soles. He reached out and rubbed his new feet to be greeted with an electric sensation. They were so sensitive, so soft, feminine... The paw-pads felt like fine leather; soft, smooth, thick. He was taking deep, heavy breaths, he was almost scared of where this gift would take him, what it would turn him into.

His lower back started to ache, he bent forward and let out a strained moan of pain and pleasure as a long, fuzzy kitty tail pushed out of his backbone. When it was done, he forgot all about the pain, being entranced by the tail’s graceful swishing back and forth, independent of his hips. It was overwhelming. He was becoming brand new, his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. With quivering hands he reached for the waistband of the tights to find that they simply merged into his skin, the fibers weaving into his skin in and out; merging with it, becoming it. His hands migrated down his crotch to find something missing, replaced with an organ much better suited for a lady like her. And his mind caught itself.

"Wait...I'm not a lady! What am I becoming? " He was answered by a half-formed 'meowww' that escaped his lips.

"I'm becoming a cat? But it feels so..." He was almost afraid to admit it.

"It feels so right." He became acutely aware of all the times he felt isolated and uncomfortable as a man. His awkward teen phase, that one time he tried on his sister's panty-hose... He knew the memories were his, they felt like his at least, but something was dragging them in front of his mind's eye. Was this happening to sooth him into accepting it? was it some form of hypnosis? A voice... Lola's voice echoed throughout his mind.

''"You're a girl. A cute kitty girl."''

"Yes you are... Yes you are a cute kitty girl with a kitty tail and kitty paws..."

''"But I'm a ma... I'm not a kitty... I'm..."''

He heard his own voice chime in against him.

''"You're a kitty. Look at yourself You're a kitty cat."''

"I'm a kitty cat?"

''"Yes. Cute, fluffy, cuddly, kitty cat girl."''

"Am I going to be alright?"

The duo of perfectly synchronized voices replied.

''"Kitties are happy. You will be happy. Good kitty is happy kitty."''

"I'm... I..."

''"Is kitty cat happy right now?"''

"Yes?"

''"Is the kitty sure?"''

He shook his head, this had to have been a dream, but it felt so real. There was no malice to be heard in the voices but he was still nervous. ... felt so good. So... correct.

"I don't know"

''"Kitty is happy. She knows she is happy because she feels it. No thinking, just feeling."''

"I think I'm happy."

''"No thinking, kitty cat. A good kitty cat doesn't think if she don't need to."''

"Why is this happening?"

''"Is kitty unhappy?"''

"I'm not...Kitty is not unhappy, kitty just wants to know."

''"Good kitty does not ask questions unless she wants to know. Does kitty want to know, for real?"''

"Kitty doesn't know."

"''Why doesn't kitty know if she wants to know?"''

"Kitty is confused. What is happening to Kitty?"

''"Good kitty cat is obedient kitty cat. obedience makes kitty happy.Kitty wants to be surprised. Does kitty obey?"''

"Yes."

''"Kitty did not answer right."''

"Kitty obeys."

''"Is kitty sure she obeys?"''

''You're right... Kitty is obedient... Kitty...happy."'

''"Again."''

"Kitty is happy."

''"Is kitty good?"''

"Kitty will always be good."

''"Does kitty obey?"''

"A good kitty obeys. Kitty is good."

And like a daydream she snapped out of it. A wave of excitement washed over her consciousness, the pleasure of the transformations, the softness and the fear mingled into a cocktail of new emotions. She stood in front of the mirror, watching the fibers travel up, up. She debated with herself over pronouns, he was going to miss being a he, maybe? But the word 'she', 'her'... they felt so good... so proper. He left the bathroom, tail held high, the cloth had reached his belly. With every step, it pushed the doughy gut he once was ashamed of into a toned runner’s physique. By the time she... no he settled down on the couch in the den, the fabric was over his chest. He.. no, she... no no, he heard the voices again.

''"Kitty is learning so fast. She is a good kitty."''

"But Kitty... Kitty is a boy."

''"Now Kitty is being silly, she is not a boy. Kitty cats know if they're not boys and kitty knows she isn't a boy."''

"Kitty isn't..."

''"Kitty is correct, she is not a boy. She is a good little obedient girl. Is kitty a boy?"
''
"No."

''"Kitty was not understood, did Kitty say she was a boy?"''

"Kitty is not a boy."

''"What is kitty then?"''

"Kitty is a girl."

There was a little pain as her shoulders took on a better, more feminine shape, but nothing worth caring about. Especially not with how amazing the fabric felt, like a full-body hug that got snugger as it traveled. She leaned back over the arm of the couch, purring as a pair of breasts blossomed out of his chest, growing into just the right size, just the right shape. He watched his hands get coated; cream fibers turning dark brown just below the elbows, her hands became softer, nails sharpened and sank into sheaths like the ones for his toe claws. Pink, heart shaped pads grew out of her palms. She spent a little while playing with her new hands, drawing claws in and out in and out. She did a couple mock-slashes at the air, making a cutesy little growl. She could feel the fibers at his neck and rising; he coughed and cleared his throat to hear her new voice. Her soft, pretty little voice…

''"Kitty will meow now."''

"What?"

''"Kitty is not being obedient. Kitty will meow now."''

She opened her mouth and out came a soft, pitiful little mewing.

''"Obedient kitty is good kitty. Good kitty is happy kitty. Kitty will meow louder."''

She mewed some more, her voice cracking.

''"Kitty will meow even louder."''

She took a deep breath, threw back her head, and '''YOWLED''' so mightily that the pictures on the wall shook on their hangings. It was on her face now, racing upwards. Her jaw crunched as it pulled into a little cat muzzle; teeth reforming into little fangs, whiskers sprouting from her upper lip. Her ears pulled themselves up, up and out into big dark brown kitty ears. She arched her back up as she let out another triumphant yowl as the transformation finished; she was now completely covered in the fibers, one with them.

She scanned her new body with her bright blue cat eyes. She was a Siamese, a perfect specimen of cat girl. Her senses took some getting used to, sounds were sharper and clearer, shapes were more distinct, everything brighter. She took a sniff of the air through her little pink nose, each smell was clear and distinct: dust, old carpet, human body scents…

She jumped up when she heard the door open. In walked Rita, her red -haired beauty.

“How’s my kitty doing?” She said, scratching behind the newly minted cat girl’s ear.

She purred in response, words couldn’t convey the gratitude enough.

“You’re going to need a name. “ Rita said, looking her in the eye. “How does Rika sound?”

“I… It’s wonderful.” Rika mewled. “Thank you so much, Lola.”

" "Ah ahhh," Lola waggled her finger. "Kitties need to earn the right to use first names."

"I'm sorry... Thank you Mistress..." That felt like the right thing to say.
“Good girl…” Lola continued petting her as Rika gave her a heartfelt purr.

"Now." Lola said, who does kitty love?"

"I love you." The cat girl mewed.

"Who?"

"Lola. Kitty loves Lola."

"I'm sorry, who does my kitty love?"

"I love my mistress."

" I love kitty too." Lola said, smiling.

She stopped, the smile faded into seriousness.

"Has kitty been naughty while mistress was out of town?"

The cat girl felt something clinch in her gut.

"A good kitty is honest" Lola said, her voice taking on a hint of impatience.

"Kitty is so sorry... I saw other people while mistress was away. I was lonely, I wanted more. All I could think of was you when I was with them!"

Lola leaned in closer to her.

"With who?"

"Kitty is so sorry! They were other women. They meant nothing. All I care about is you..."

"What were their names?"

"I... don't remember."

Rika was sobbing, she had failed mistress.

" I wanted us to be something more, I wanted to be closer. You went away before I could say anything and I needed more than letters. The other girls were just replacements, I couldn't see them long because all I could think about was my mistress."

Rika was on her hands and knees prostrate before Lola, her ears curled back in fear at what mistress would do.

There was a horrible, tense period of silence.

"I understand."

Rika's tears stopped, tilting her head to the side.

"Mistress shouldn't have left her pet alone. I'm going to forgive you completely, know why?"

Rika replied with a single quizzical mew

"You know what you did was wrong. Even if you were unfaithful, you had your mistress in mind. You confessed without a fuss."

Lola took the Siamese by the neck, stroking her chin.

"You truly are a good, obedient kitty."

She gave the cat girl a little kiss on the forehead and stood up straight, all Rika could focus on was mistress's perfect posture, her beauty...

"Let's start over. I have another present for you." Lola said as she produced a black patent leather collar with an immaculately polished brass cat bell dangling from it. Rika's eyes zeroed in on the bell. It was so shiny.

Lola tenderly slid the collar around her pet's neck and clasped it nice and tight. She thumped the bell with her index finger and the tinny ringing
made something click inside Rika's mind.

Rika stood there, waiting for mistress to give command.

"Sit." Lola said and Rika did obediently sit down on her knees.

"Roll over." Lola commanded and Rika did roll a single full rotation on the floor, rising to her knees again.

Lola paused. There were so many things she could do, she had her little kitty slave all to herself.

"Now ." Rita said, her voice was like strings on a puppet, pulling the cat girl to rapt attention.

Lola kicked off one of her glossy red pumps.

"Sniff." She said as she thrust her stocking-clad foot in Rika's face.

The cat girl put her nose to the dark nylon and breathed in. It was intoxicating, the smell of the skin, the sweaty workday smell pouring out of the sheer fabric. Every drought of the smell that she breathed in became an imprint on her mind. This was how mistress smelled,the sensory picture was complete and she belonged to Lola.

“On your back.”

Rika pulled away and flopped down on her back, paws in the air, tail curled around her right leg. Lola bent down and caressed the cat girl’s belly, the fabric had since taken on a velvety texture. Lola hummed a sweet song into the cat girl's ear as she pet her.

“Aren’t you a soft kitty?” Lola cooed.

“Yes… Yes I am the softest kitty.” Rika said, purring like an engine.

“You know…” Lola said, still rubbing and petting Rika. “I was thinking of taking you back home with me, after today.”

Rika stopped purring, her eyes locked onto Lola’s own green eyes.

“Really? Then we can be together?”

“Forever. You will serve mistress forever, always being at her side.”

The cat girl’s eyes were misty. “I’ve waited so long to hear that.” Rika couldn't stop herself from purring as loud as she can. It was immodest, but it couldn't be helped.

Lola got out a black leather leash and clasped it onto Rika’s collar. One tug of the leash brought the cat girl to a standing position, another tug and she was walking eagerly behind her las the two made their way to the bedroom.

Lola took off her remaining shoe and collapsed onto the bed. Rika knelt beside her; unable to look away.

"Mistress." Rika mewed.

"May... May I?"

"Yes kitty. You may."

With a song in her heart, Rika jumped onto the bed and curled into a ball of softness at her mistress's feet. Sleep came to both of them right away.

-----

It was a warm midday when they reached Lola's place. Lola flicked the lights on with Rika close behind, arms full of luggage. It was only natural for her to carry the things. Mistress did not need to bother with such trifles, that much was obvious to the cat girl.

Most of the luggage belong to Lola; clothes, books, computer equipment, so on... Rika herself had few things from her old home she cared to take. Even if she wanted them, none of her old clothes fit her slender body. She didn't need shoes, hated wearing them. Nevertheless she brought a few things that took her fancy, mostly books and cat toys.

Lola paced in the den, brow knit in thought. She held a fat paperback titled "Being a Better Business Owner." under her arm.

"Rika." She said. The cat girl's ears perked up.

"Do you think it's wrong for a store owner to use their own product?"

Rika puzzled over this.

"What do you think?" was the best reply she had.

"Good girl."

Lola lead her by her leash into the bedroom. It was perfectly well-kept; clean salmon-colored carpet. Beige walls. apple scent in the air.

Without a word, Rika started unpacking, placing skirts, jeans, shirts, and other articles of clothing in their rightful places with loving care. It was such a simple task but it gave her no small amount of pleasure. Was there anything better than being useful for mistress?

When the clothes were sorted, she set the little box full of her own things at the foot of the closet, tracing the name, her name, written in magic marker on the side with a claw. She felt Lola scratch behind her ears, sending a ripple of bliss through her.

"You didn't even need to be asked to do that. You're such a good girl."

" You never have to ask." was what she considered saying but the euphoria of receiving ear scritches stilled her tongue, only a deep thrumming purr got out.

Hours of work later, they had converted half the bedroom into a modest little home office. The both of them were tired, but proud.

Lola put her arm around the cat girl's waist, hand migrating down to stroke her tail.

"I think we've done enough for today." She said. "Come."

She went over to the bed, and motioned for Rika to lay down beside her. Rika did not disobey.

Lola had her shoes off, her brilliant green eyes locked with Rika's.

" Let's make this a bit more interesting..." She said through a sly grin.

And Rika's heart sang as Lola got out a pair of tiger-print toe socks, the brilliant orange of which matched her hair impeccably.

"You're not about to have all the fun..." She said.

She slipped them on.

The Socks

2015-10-20T14:20:33Z

Federio: Created page with "''Lola Trent'' When he saw that name on the package, his heart soared. Lola and Richard had been seeing each other for well over a year, but it never got serious between them..."

''Lola Trent''

When he saw that name on the package, his heart soared. Lola and Richard had been seeing each other for well over a year, but it never got serious between them; never had a chance to, as she had since moved out of town. They still wrote each other all the time, though. He was glad she never dropped out entirely, but he wasn't satisfied. There was an itch that correspondence alone could not scratch, so one could forgive him for not telling her everything. He took the package in and shucked it of its manila-brown wrapping, revealing a handsome little black box with an envelope taped to it, signed with Lola’s perfect cursive signature.

Richard wasted no time in tearing the envelope open. With hands made clumsy by excitement, he unfolded the letter.

''Richard.''

''When you get this, I’ll be stopping over soon. I really hope you like the gift. I picked them out just for you.''
''I hope to see you with them on when I get there.''

''XOXO Lola.''

At the foot of the letter was a drawing of a little smiling cat face. What was in the box that she wanted him to wear? He blushed at some of the thoughts that went through his head. He took it and gently lifted the cover off.

Toe socks.

Inside the box was a pair of coffee-colored knee-length toe socks, he lifted them up and felt the fabric between thumb and index finger. It was high-quality stuff; soft as can be but thick and very stretchy. They were so finely made that he couldn’t even see the weave of the fabric, just a solid plane of what he assumed was a spandex nylon blend. He took off his sandals and plopped down on the bed, pulling them on slowly, relishing the sensation of the smooth, slinky cloth gliding over his skin. The fit was perfect; they slid on smooth as water and covered his feet up to like a second skin. He couldn’t even see any seams. They had to have been tailored, raising the question of how Lola got his measurements. He lay back on the mattress and admired his feet in the socks.

It was never his thing, but he couldn’t help but enjoy it, he wiggled and flexed his toes, enjoying the caress of the smooth fabric, the warmth. Maybe it was Lola’s thing. That made sense.

He shifted around to the side of the bed to stand up. The socks each had a ring of creamy white just above the knee that he hadn’t noticed before. The color combination really charmed him for some reason. Cream on dark brown, so cute. He pondered for a moment on what he should do to pass the time until Lola showed up. He ran a hand through his corn silk colored hair.

“My hair’s a mess. Need to look good for the date.” A part of him wanted to yell at himself for assuming it was a date, but why else would she stop over after so long. He wondered if he was going to have enough time to hide his address book.

He peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, then he climbed out of his jeans and headed off for the bathroom in his botxers. He didn’t remember it being so hot; he also didn’t remember the socks being thigh-length… The bathroom reeked of artificial orange scent. He ran water over his hands and tried to straighten his hair out, to no avail. He tried again with some spit in his hands; he groomed and primped and pawed at his hair single-mindedly until it was close enough to the way he wanted… Then he noticed that the stubble from last night had vanished, leaving his oval-shaped face perfectly smooth, almost feminine in its hairlessness. This was unusual but welcome, as he didn’t feel like shaving anyway.

He reached down to scratch his butt to find it covered in fabric. He did a double take; the socks had become a pair of tights, dark brown up to the knees, and cream for everything above. He broke out into a wide grin when he discovered this; it felt so good, so warm on him. His heart skipped a beat, he found it hard to breath as he turned and gazed at his rump in the mirror; it had definitely grown.

A nervous giggle escaped his throat, shaking his buttocks side to side as it filled out into a perfect peach shape. Whatever magic was at work flowed down from his hips into his legs, sculpting masculine angles into girlish curves; he couldn't resist touching and stroking his legs as the changes went on. He was so soft, so cuddly... He sat down on the linoleum floor, legs in the air as his toes filled out and became feline-looking paws, complete with claw sheathes and little pink pads on the soles. He reached out and rubbed his new feet to be greeted with an electric sensation. They were so sensitive, so soft, feminine... The paw-pads felt like fine leather; soft, smooth, thick. He was taking deep, heavy breaths, he was almost scared of where this gift would take him, what it would turn him into.

His lower back started to ache, he bent forward and let out a strained moan of pain and pleasure as a long, fuzzy kitty tail pushed out of his backbone. When it was done, he forgot all about the pain, being entranced by the tail’s graceful swishing back and forth, independent of his hips. It was overwhelming. He was becoming brand new, his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. With quivering hands he reached for the waistband of the tights to find that they simply merged into his skin, the fibers weaving into his skin in and out; merging with it, becoming it. His hands migrated down his crotch to find something missing, replaced with an organ much better suited for a lady like her. And his mind caught itself.

"Wait...I'm not a lady! What am I becoming? " He was answered by a half-formed 'meowww' that escaped his lips.

"I'm becoming a cat? But it feels so..." He was almost afraid to admit it.

"It feels so right." He became acutely aware of all the times he felt isolated and uncomfortable as a man. His awkward teen phase, that one time he tried on his sister's panty-hose... He knew the memories were his, they felt like his at least, but something was dragging them in front of his mind's eye. Was this happening to sooth him into accepting it? was it some form of hypnosis? A voice... Lola's voice echoed throughout his mind.

''"You're a girl. A cute kitty girl."''

"Yes you are... Yes you are a cute kitty girl with a kitty tail and kitty paws..."

''"But I'm a ma... I'm not a kitty... I'm..."''

He heard his own voice chime in against him.

''"You're a kitty. Look at yourself You're a kitty cat."''

"I'm a kitty cat?"

''"Yes. Cute, fluffy, cuddly, kitty cat girl."''

"Am I going to be alright?"

The duo of perfectly synchronized voices replied.

''"Kitties are happy. You will be happy. Good kitty is happy kitty."''

"I'm... I..."

''"Is kitty cat happy right now?"''

"Yes?"

''"Is the kitty sure?"''

He shook his head, this had to have been a dream, but it felt so real. There was no malice to be heard in the voices but he was still nervous. ... felt so good. So... correct.

"I don't know"

''"Kitty is happy. She knows she is happy because she feels it. No thinking, just feeling."''

"I think I'm happy."

''"No thinking, kitty cat. A good kitty cat doesn't think if she don't need to."''

"Why is this happening?"

''"Is kitty unhappy?"''

"I'm not...Kitty is not unhappy, kitty just wants to know."

''"Good kitty does not ask questions unless she wants to know. Does kitty want to know, for real?"''

"Kitty doesn't know."

"''Why doesn't kitty know if she wants to know?"''

"Kitty is confused. What is happening to Kitty?"

''"Good kitty cat is obedient kitty cat. obedience makes kitty happy.Kitty wants to be surprised. Does kitty obey?"''

"Yes."

''"Kitty did not answer right."''

"Kitty obeys."

''"Is kitty sure she obeys?"''

''You're right... Kitty is obedient... Kitty...happy."'

''"Again."''

"Kitty is happy."

''"Is kitty good?"''

"Kitty will always be good."

''"Does kitty obey?"''

"A good kitty obeys. Kitty is good."

And like a daydream she snapped out of it. A wave of excitement washed over her consciousness, the pleasure of the transformations, the softness and the fear mingled into a cocktail of new emotions. She stood in front of the mirror, watching the fibers travel up, up. She debated with herself over pronouns, he was going to miss being a he, maybe? But the word 'she', 'her'... they felt so good... so proper. He left the bathroom, tail held high, the cloth had reached his belly. With every step, it pushed the doughy gut he once was ashamed of into a toned runner’s physique. By the time she... no he settled down on the couch in the den, the fabric was over his chest. He.. no, she... no no, he heard the voices again.

''"Kitty is learning so fast. She is a good kitty."''

"But Kitty... Kitty is a boy."

''"Now Kitty is being silly, she is not a boy. Kitty cats know if they're not boys and kitty knows she isn't a boy."''

"Kitty isn't..."

''"Kitty is correct, she is not a boy. She is a good little obedient girl. Is kitty a boy?"
''
"No."

''"Kitty was not understood, did Kitty say she was a boy?"''

"Kitty is not a boy."

''"What is kitty then?"''

"Kitty is a girl."

There was a little pain as her shoulders took on a better, more feminine shape, but nothing worth caring about. Especially not with how amazing the fabric felt, like a full-body hug that got snugger as it traveled. She leaned back over the arm of the couch, purring as a pair of breasts blossomed out of his chest, growing into just the right size, just the right shape. He watched his hands get coated; cream fibers turning dark brown just below the elbows, her hands became softer, nails sharpened and sank into sheaths like the ones for his toe claws. Pink, heart shaped pads grew out of her palms. She spent a little while playing with her new hands, drawing claws in and out in and out. She did a couple mock-slashes at the air, making a cutesy little growl. She could feel the fibers at his neck and rising; he coughed and cleared his throat to hear her new voice. Her soft, pretty little voice…

''"Kitty will meow now."''

"What?"

''"Kitty is not being obedient. Kitty will meow now."''

She opened her mouth and out came a soft, pitiful little mewing.

''"Obedient kitty is good kitty. Good kitty is happy kitty. Kitty will meow louder."''

She mewed some more, her voice cracking.

''"Kitty will meow even louder."''

She took a deep breath, threw back her head, and '''YOWLED''' so mightily that the pictures on the wall shook on their hangings. It was on her face now, racing upwards. Her jaw crunched as it pulled into a little cat muzzle; teeth reforming into little fangs, whiskers sprouting from her upper lip. Her ears pulled themselves up, up and out into big dark brown kitty ears. She arched her back up as she let out another triumphant yowl as the transformation finished; she was now completely covered in the fibers, one with them.

She scanned her new body with her bright blue cat eyes. She was a Siamese, a perfect specimen of cat girl. Her senses took some getting used to, sounds were sharper and clearer, shapes were more distinct, everything brighter. She took a sniff of the air through her little pink nose, each smell was clear and distinct: dust, old carpet, human body scents…

She jumped up when she heard the door open. In walked Rita, her red -haired beauty.

“How’s my kitty doing?” She said, scratching behind the newly minted cat girl’s ear.

She purred in response, words couldn’t convey the gratitude enough.

“You’re going to need a name. “ Rita said, looking her in the eye. “How does Rika sound?”

“I… It’s wonderful.” Rika mewled. “Thank you so much, Lola.”

" "Ah ahhh," Lola waggled her finger. "Kitties need to earn the right to use first names."

"I'm sorry... Thank you Mistress..." That felt like the right thing to say.
“Good girl…” Lola continued petting her as Rika gave her a heartfelt purr.

"Now." Lola said, who does kitty love?"

"I love you." The cat girl mewed.

"Who?"

"Lola. Kitty loves Lola."

"I'm sorry, who does my kitty love?"

"I love my mistress."

" I love kitty too." Lola said, smiling.

She stopped, the smile faded into seriousness.

"Has kitty been naughty while mistress was out of town?"

The cat girl felt something clinch in her gut.

"A good kitty is honest" Lola said, her voice taking on a hint of impatience.

"Kitty is so sorry... I saw other people while mistress was away. I was lonely, I wanted more. All I could think of was you when I was with them!"

Lola leaned in closer to her.

"With who?"

"Kitty is so sorry! They were other women. They meant nothing. All I care about is you..."

"What were their names?"

"I... don't remember."

Rika was sobbing, she had failed mistress.

" I wanted us to be something more, I wanted to be closer. You went away before I could say anything and I needed more than letters. The other girls were just replacements, I couldn't see them long because all I could think about was my mistress."

Rika was on her hands and knees prostrate before Lola, her ears curled back in fear at what mistress would do.

There was a horrible, tense period of silence.

"I understand."

Rika's tears stopped, tilting her head to the side.

"Mistress shouldn't have left her pet alone. I'm going to forgive you completely, know why?"

Rika replied with a single quizzical mew

"You know what you did was wrong. Even if you were unfaithful, you had your mistress in mind. You confessed without a fuss."

Lola took the Siamese by the neck, stroking her chin.

"You truly are a good, obedient kitty."

She gave the cat girl a little kiss on the forehead and stood up straight, all Rika could focus on was mistress's perfect posture, her beauty...

"Let's start over. I have another present for you." Lola said as she produced a black patent leather collar with an immaculately polished brass cat bell dangling from it. Rika's eyes zeroed in on the bell. It was so shiny.

Lola tenderly slid the collar around her pet's neck and clasped it nice and tight. She thumped the bell with her index finger and the tinny ringing
made something click inside Rika's mind.

Rika stood there, waiting for mistress to give command.

"Sit." Lola said and Rika did obediently sit down on her knees.

"Roll over." Lola commanded and Rika did roll a single full rotation on the floor, rising to her knees again.

Lola paused. There were so many things she could do, she had her little kitty slave all to herself.

"Now ." Rita said, her voice was like strings on a puppet, pulling the cat girl to rapt attention.

Lola kicked off one of her glossy red pumps.

"Sniff." She said as she thrust her stocking-clad foot in Rika's face.

The cat girl put her nose to the dark nylon and breathed in. It was intoxicating, the smell of the skin, the sweaty workday smell pouring out of the sheer fabric. Every drought of the smell that she breathed in became an imprint on her mind. This was how mistress smelled,the sensory picture was complete and she belonged to Lola.

“On your back.”

Rika pulled away and flopped down on her back, paws in the air, tail curled around her right leg. Lola bent down and caressed the cat girl’s belly, the fabric had since taken on a velvety texture. Lola hummed a sweet song into the cat girl's ear as she pet her.

“Aren’t you a soft kitty?” Lola cooed.

“Yes… Yes I am the softest kitty.” Rika said, purring like an engine.

“You know…” Lola said, still rubbing and petting Rika. “I was thinking of taking you back home with me, after today.”

Rika stopped purring, her eyes locked onto Lola’s own green eyes.

“Really? Then we can be together?”

“Forever. You will serve mistress forever, always being at her side.”

The cat girl’s eyes were misty. “I’ve waited so long to hear that.” Rika couldn't stop herself from purring as loud as she can. It was immodest, but it couldn't be helped.

Lola got out a black leather leash and clasped it onto Rika’s collar. One tug of the leash brought the cat girl to a standing position, another tug and she was walking eagerly behind her las the two made their way to the bedroom.

Lola took off her remaining shoe and collapsed onto the bed. Rika knelt beside her; unable to look away.

"Mistress." Rika mewed.

"May... May I?"

"Yes kitty. You may."

With a song in her heart, Rika jumped onto the bed and curled into a ball of softness at her mistress's feet. Sleep came to both of them right away.

-----

It was a warm midday when they reached Lola's place. Lola flicked the lights on with Rika close behind, arms full of luggage. It was only natural for her to carry the things. Mistress did not need to bother with such trifles, that much was obvious to the cat girl.

Most of the luggage belong to Lola; clothes, books, computer equipment, so on... Rika herself had few things from her old home she cared to take. Even if she wanted them, none of her old clothes fit her slender body. She didn't need shoes, hated wearing them. Nevertheless she brought a few things that took her fancy, mostly books and cat toys.

Lola paced in the den, brow knit in thought. She held a fat paperback titled "Being a Better Business Owner." under her arm.

"Rika." She said. The cat girl's ears perked up.

"Do you think it's wrong for a store owner to use their own product?"

Rika puzzled over this.

"What do you think?" was the best reply she had.

"Good girl."

Lola lead her by her leash into the bedroom. It was perfectly well-kept; clean salmon-colored carpet. Beige walls. apple scent in the air.

Without a word, Rika started unpacking, placing skirts, jeans, shirts, and other articles of clothing in their rightful places with loving care. It was such a simple task but it gave her no small amount of pleasure. Was there anything better than being useful for mistress?

When the clothes were sorted, she set the little box full of her own things at the foot of the closet, tracing the name, her name, written in magic marker on the side with a claw. She felt Lola scratch behind her ears, sending a ripple of bliss through her.

"You didn't even need to be asked to do that. You're such a good girl."

" You never have to ask." was what she considered saying but the euphoria of receiving ear scritches stilled her tongue, only a deep thrumming purr got out.

Hours of work later, they had converted half the bedroom into a modest little home office. The both of them were tired, but proud.

Lola put her arm around the cat girl's waist, hand migrating down to stroke her tail.

"I think we've done enough for today." She said. "Come."

She went over to the bed, and motioned for Rika to lay down beside her. Rika did not disobey.

Lola had her shoes off, her brilliant green eyes locked with Rika's.

" Let's make this a bit more interesting..." She said through a sly grin.

And Rika's heart sang as Lola got out a pair of tiger-print toe socks, the brilliant orange of which matched her hair impeccably.

"You're not about to have all the fun..." She said.

She slipped them on.

User:Federio

2015-10-20T14:14:28Z

Federio:

Hi. I like stories about things turning into other things. I sometimes write them too.

Stuff by me:

[[The Socks]]

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2015-10-20T14:11:35Z

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Hi. I like stories about things turning into other things. I sometimes write them too.