You'd been dragged to the changing room against your will. As you glance around in a panic, you realize being here only means one thing. "No! I won't act out again! Anything but this!" You beg for mercy from your captors. Your father warned you in the past, but you didn't heed his words. "Please, give me one more chance! I can change this time, I swear!" You attempt to fight back, but the two butlers forcefully remove your clothing and push you onto a cold, metal table.
"Drinking and driving was the last straw, my boy. You crashed one of your father's favorite Cadillacs. Accept your punishment with dignity, and rejoice. You will finally be of use to this family." He stroked his beard and stared at you intently. Since your sister is making something of her life, you will be married off in her place." A clear image of your fate stares you down as the doctor holds the syringe in front of your face, his face twisted into a sick grin. It's clear the doctor greatly enjoys his job. You watch helplessly, crying and begging as you struggle. The butlers are too strong, restraining you fully as the doctor stabs you with the needle and injects you with a mysterious substance.
As the viscous fluid enters your system, you scream as searing, hot agony washes through your body. Your blood and veins transport the fluid through every nook and cranny of your insides. "Fuck! Make it stop!" You desperately push on your chest as breasts bud upon your chest. Your areolas grow, becoming more sensitive as your nipples harden. You know it's in vain, but you attempt to stop these changes, willing the process to cease. Despite your desperation, your chest rapidly expands into ripened melons that bounce and hang upon your chest.
Your short brown hair flourishes into long locks of pink hair. Long, fluffy fox ears sprout from your head. As they do, a deep sense of pleasure wells at the base of your spine. The tension boils over, a cat tail bursting from the bottom of your spine as an intense orgasm erupts between your legs. As you cry out in pain and pleasure, you notice you enjoy yourself more than you should. Your hips and ribs loudly crack and pop, taking on a softer, more feminine form. Your once masculine and squared jaw melts into a rounded shape to match the rest of your new form. Amidst the chaos, you barely notice your back and hips taking on a feminine curve while your butt plumps up.
You're so distracted by the more obvious, visible changes you fail to notice the most crucial change. Your penis is just a tiny nub, having receded into your pelvis while your testicles ascend into your body. Deflating and dissipating, your cock reforms into a tender, moist clitoris. The sack of flesh that once held your delicate testicles reshapes into a perfect pussy, a damp slit forming down the center. Your trembling fingers brush over your newfound anatomy while you stare at your heaving breasts with disbelief. "A-Ahh…." You plan to touch yourself more when the doctor grips your wrist, pulling your hand away. As he does, you cry in protest. You desperately yearn to explore your new body.
"Now, now. Do you know why you were brought to the changing room?" As the doctor speaks, your eyes shift to a wedding dress one of the maids holds. Your eyes widen in a mix of utter horror and absolute joy.
"You must remain a pure kitten for your new husband. The maids will finish it from here." He already had his fun for the day, giving a slight wave before taking his leave.
You're helped to your feet as you wobble and marvel at how strangely your body moves.
After the maids finish dressing you in the flowing white wedding gown, you look at yourself in the mirror. A fluttery, warm elation overcomes you and drowns out your fear. "I look like the perfect bride!" You speak with passion and excitement. A pang of hesitance soon follows. 'These words are wrong!' You want to scream and rip this perfectly tailored dress off this foreign body, refusing to give in.
As you go to tear the dress off of your body, you stop while lifting the satin fabric. All you can do is stare into the mirror and admire your new beauty. It's time to meet your groom and say, 'I do!' Your body acts independently as you turn on your glossy white heels, picking up your bouquet. You try to throw the flowers on the floor and run away. Instead, you run your fingers over the petals, excitement filling you as you prepare for the ceremony. Your feelings of doubt dissipate, and you can't help but feel a building hope that you will make a wonderful wife and mother.