"This is it; I can feel it." You set a case of six blind boxes down. This is the fourth case you've bought so far, and with money you can't afford to spend. The secret rare black cat figure compels you forward on your quest for a perfect collection. With gusto, you tear through the first five boxes, desperately hoping to find your ultimate prize.
Despair wells in the pit of your stomach. With every box, your anxiety and disappointment mount. No secret rare; no black cat figure. You're so fixated on the shredded boxes in front of you that you wouldn't even notice cannon fire next to you. Because of this, You fail to notice little changes here and there as your hair darkens to a rich, deep black. You also don't notice how rapidly your hair grows while your clothes tighten in different places.
Your now delicate hands tremble as you lift up the last box, which even distracts from the tingly sensation in your chest and between your legs. This is it… The box seemed to be the same weight as the others. You stare hard at the cardboard as if trying to see through it. No more waiting! You rip off the top and open the box, a puff of black smoke bellowing from within.
Ignoring the smoke, you look inside the box, seeing it empty. "What was going on?" Is this some sort of prank?! Maybe there's a code in the box you need to input somewhere to redeem the treasured secret rare? As you flip the box upside down to shake it, you notice something upon your chest jiggling. Realization hits. The empty box slides out of your hands and lands on the table with an empty thump, your heart racing in your chest.
Your chest isn't supposed to do that. You glance down and notice the soft, succulent mounds that protrude. In shock, you fondle your newfound breasts and involuntarily let out a soft, tender moan. "Sh-- shit!" Despite your angry tone, your voice is distinctly feminine.
You sink to your knees in defeat. "What am I supposed to do with tits? I'm a man!" Your breath catches in your throat. “Men… don’t have tits…” Your hands tremble as you slide them down your torso before pausing in fear. As your hand moves down, you feel. nothing. All you find below your waist is smooth flesh followed by a perfectly formed vulva. Pushing your fingers into the slit of your new pussy in awe and confusion, you brush against your new clitoris and are overwhelmed by sparks of bliss that saturate your loins. "Aaah…." How could something so small feel so pleasurable?
When you manage to look at yourself in the mirror, it finally dawns on you what just transpired. 'I just wanted the secret rare; I didn't want to be the secret rare...' The cat girl in the mirror can't be anything else. Despite your frustration, you can't help but shift your hips and admire the shape reflected back. 'I wonder how much I'd sell for.'