While trying to deny herself making either fantasy real, Sammy's pet cat Muffin slinks in, rubbing against her leg and purring in her attempt to get her owner's attention. The cat got her attention alright, but not entirely the way she wanted. "Aw, come here, Muffin!" Sammy coos as she picks up the cat to hug her against her dress. The girl loves cats, and especially fantasized about maybe being a catgirl - basically a human with cat ears and tail. The thought takes her over the fence of whether or not to do her fantasies. Resistance is futile; she's going to do it.
Setting her cat down, the brunette changes into something more comfy... which basically means changing into a pair of daisy dukes and just her bra on up top. Hey, she's home alone for the weekend, she doesn't have to dress for anyone. It's a side she's never shown her friends... at least, she thinks she hasn't. Making Anita almost as tall and curvy as herself from her old short and flat self might have changed something. As far as she can tell her friend's still an idealistic, intelligent girl, just not a flat shrimp anymore.
"Bah, I'm thinking way too hard into this. Gotta write down what I want to have happen." she tells herself, careful not to trigger an unintended change. Of course by write she really means type up on her computer, and starts her old, dying machine. She hasn't the money to replace the old thing, and the fan's almost shot so it overheats if so much as left on too long. ...Duh. "My laptop is brand new and top of the line. All my old programs are on it." she says and watches it reshape into a brand new laptop, much slimmer and more powerful, exactly like the one she'd been drooling over with Mark the other day.
Now she gets to work typing down her desired changes. She starts working on it, but quickly deletes it only to repeat the process. She sighs. "I know what I want, I just don't know how to put it in words... I wish..." she stops herself. Why not? She hates to use him again, but Mark's the one that introduced her to this fantasy. She needed his help.
There's a knock at her front door and the girl smiles as she gets up and goes to see who's there at this hour. She reaches the door and asks, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Mark. Can I come in? I thought..." the boy starts before the door opens and he's literally dragged inside. When his eyes can focus again, his nose nearly bleeds. He remembers seeing his lifelong crush topless, but just dressed in her bra and really short shorts is just as good. "W-wow..."
"Oops. I-I'll go put something better on if this is too much, I wasn't expecting company..." she admits.
Something makes Mark believe she's not telling the truth. Maybe it's the wonderful time earlier making him foolishly think he's getting past the friend-zone. Still, he's got his foot in the door over slammed in his face, so he says nothing about it. "Oh no! No, this is fine. It's your house, right?"
"Aw, you're so sweet! Actually, I was working on something on my new laptop, you know the one I bought the other day with you?" Sammy says and sees the boy nod. "Anyway, I... I need your help."
"O-of course I'll help!" Mark replies, especially delighted when the scantily clad Sammy gives him a kiss on the cheek in gratitude. Hell, even if nothing comes of this, at least they're still friends. He watches her practically skip into her room, then return with her laptop. He remembers Tom helping put all her old programs on it. The background features a hot picture of Anita and Sammy together on the beach with himself, Mike, and Tom next to them.
Once presented with the blank word document, his eyes widened as his lifelong crush told him she wanted him to write a fanfic of her as a catgirl and the general properties of them. "R-really? I-I mean, it's not like I write these all the time about you... or Anita..."
"Oh... well, please try your best for me? I tried writing it myself, but the words just won't come out..." she says, and he goes to work on what they both know he's actually had tons of experience writing. Once he starts, alarmingly he focuses on little else except when Sammy offers him a glass of water. She lets him write what he wants with the subject she's given him, which of course he has no complaints. She's a little surprised at certain parts, but then again why not?
"There. I'm done. I... I hope I met your expectations." Mark remarks, leaning back into the sofa. He watches his crush look it over, admiring her soft skin unmarred by imperfections, her big breasts gently caressed within her D-cup bra, and her shapely ass within her shorts. The only way she could be more perfect is if she were at least a little taller... or matched the description in the fanfic he just wrote.
"Oh my... Oh wow... It's perfect!" Sammy exclaims, hugging her friend tightly and leaving his face beet red. She takes her laptop back to her room and begins the change. "1 in 10000 girls are born as catgirls. They've soft, fluffy cat ears instead of human ears, an equally soft cat tail extending from just above their butt almost to the ground when standing, and slitted pupils with a reflective layer behind their retinas like a cat, but have full color vision of a human. Their breasts are on average 1 cup size larger than normal, and are perfectly firm all their lives. They remain slim with silky soft skin no matter how much they eat or work out, and are faster and more agile than average with impeccable jumping capabilities. As catgirls have always existed in society, there's no prejudice against them at all. Virtually any color can be a natural hair or eye color for them. They're very loyal lovers; once they've chosen their love for life, they almost never abandon them. They're picky on their choice as a result. They love to be petted and/or cuddled."
She feels a slight rumble in the world, but continues. "I was born a catgirl. I've golden brown furred ears and tail." and now her body feels a pleasant warmth. Her eyes change, her ears change and raise to poke up over her head. She feels her muscles shift while her skin becomes silky soft. She gasps as her breasts swell up a cup, the tag label changing to E, but her tits are now so firm she hardly needs the thing. All fat not in her boobs and ass redistributes evenly. She gasps again as an itchy feeling in her lower back becomes her tail, and she nearly wants to hug the new appendage.
The picture on her background changes to reflect the new her, and she's thrilled. Mark, Mike, and Tom now were vying for which one of them she picked even if they'd been friend-zoned, but even as a human she's been closest with Mark out of all of them. So really it's between him and Anita. That said, she doesn't know if she wants Mark aware of her change. "Mark believes he wrote and sent me this story yesterday, and that he's just visiting after the party today." She couldn't bring herself to erase his hard work. Muffin rubs herself against her owner's leg again, and there's an understanding. "Hungry, girl? Come here." she says as she picks up the cat and carries her out to the kitchen, trying to act natural and keep control of her tail.
Thu Mar 12 00:00:00 2015