When you took on a job playing servant for an eccentric old rich guy, you certainly didn't expect <i>this. </i><b>(MTF fox girl caption, second-person/self-insert)<br /></b><br />Read my new MTF cat girl caption early on Patreon here! <b>"<span>When you got a job at the Milk Drop Cafe, you didn't expect to become a luscious cat girl who dispenses decadent chocolate from her tits. &nbsp;But, hey! &nbsp;A job's a job, right?"</span></b><br /><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/decadent-mtf-cat-87253471">www.patreon.com/posts/decadent&hellip;</a><br /><br />Read stories, captions, CYOA stories, etc, two up to two months early on patreon!&nbsp; See my public welcome post for details on my content an benefits!<br /><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/welcome-everyone-85451577">www.patreon.com/posts/welcome-&hellip;</a><br /><b><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><br /><i>Story Text:<br /></i></b><span><br /><br />You stand in front of the mirror, completely naked, examining your wholly feminine form. You marvel at how sensitive your skin has become as you caress your supple breasts and touch your abdomen.</span><p><br /></p><p><span>A few days prior, you had been male and looking for employment at any cost. When you agreed to play servant for some eccentric, old rich guy, you didn't expect it to turn out like&nbsp;</span><em>this</em><span>. The actual transformation had been equally terrifying and euphoric; you never thought the sensation of your cock and testicles receding could feel so good.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span>"At least I'm not..." You muse, admiring your long, deep red hair, emerald green eyes, and the set of expressive fox ears atop your head.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span>You start to dress, sliding your panties on as you let out a small yelp. You're still not used to the sensation of fabric hugging your vulva.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span>You secure your off-shoulder maid top into place, your tail idly swishing behind you. Squinting and with a frown, you lean forward and glance at your reflection. Your breasts are so soft and perfect; seeing such an ideal woman stirs feelings of arousal between your thighs. "Master could at least give me a bra to wear," you huff before turning to leave your room. A long day of work awaited.</span></p>