The last twenty-four hours are a complete blur. Where are you again? You couldn't pay the tab at that hostess bar with the cute cat girls, but what happened? You slide your hands down, cupping your supple breasts as a shiver goes down your spine. "Ooooh…" You stare at your breasts, knowing they shouldn't be there, but feeling pride in their supple shape.
You recall bits and pieces of what occurred. Crying out in confusion as your muscles and squared, masculine shape melted away. That feeling of horror you experienced when your huge, lovely tits grew from your chest and when your genitals melted away into your crotch. Your mind is still foggy, but you're sure you shouldn't be a girl. The long, fluffy pink hair cascading down your shoulders shouldn't be there either.
"I-- I shouldn't be a girl, nyaa," you let out a cute cat noise as you speak. Your heart rate picks up as you notice your new ears and tail. "Ahhh…" You touch them, seeing how sensitive they are. You want to freak out, but a pang of giddiness takes over. "Nyaa~ This body has such a nice shape," you purr, sliding your fingers down her sides and abdomen before moving to inspect your thighs. This brand new body is so different compared to her old male form. When a hot, sticky pressure throbs between your legs, you can't help but wonder how good it would feel to experience sexual pleasure. You tremble, touching between your legs. Even just lightly touching the moist folds makes you shudder. Without thinking, you brush a finger over your clitoris, letting out a squeal and a purr before pulling away from your new, feminine sex.
A man in a suit steps forward and interrupts. "Ahh, Miss Lulu! We are so excited to start your training. How are you feeling?" He asks.
A part of you wants to scream at him and ask what the hell he did, but you can't bring yourself to. You smile and giggle. "Being a cat girl is weird, but this body is just so amazing!" You couldn't entirely blame your future patrons for wanting to put their hands all over you.
"By the way, you weren't playing with yourself?" The man teases.
You blush, pursing your lips as you fold your hands in your lap. "No, of course not!"