Before Ryan barged in and after sending the frantic text, Micah paced frantically around her room. "Shit, how did this happen? Is this your fault?!" Micah yelled accusingly at the cat he'd rescued from a hunter's trap a few days prior, her fluffy tail flicking about. "Alice, this isn't funny! Turn me back!" She cried as her ears folded to her head. An oversized tee-shirt and a pair of boxers well-filled by her supple rear served as her only clothing. "Urgh..." She winced as she picked at her boxers' fabric, shivering as she dislodged the fabric from places that shouldn't exist. Every sensation in this sensitive, feminine form felt new and foreign. While brushing Alice's fur the night prior, she gave him a little 'love nip,'' which left a mark. She felt no pain under the bandaid and saw upon removal that the wound had utterly vanished, her eyes widening.
"See! It was you! How else would it be healed?" Further inspecting her body, she noticed the scrapes and scars on her arms and legs had vanished entirely, leaving her blemish-free. The bruised and damaged knee that had been recovering for months was wholly healed, and her mobility was restored.
"None of my clothes fit now because of you! How am I going to explain this to people?" Micah frantically pleaded to the cat but was met with a tired yawn. Alice went back to grooming her freshly brushed fur without a care in the world. It was difficult to be upset at the cat; she was just too cute and innocent. After a couple minutes of brooding, she began thinking of the possibilities her new form allotted. She felt youthful and energized, without a single ache or pain ailing her petite frame.
She recalled a nasty scar on her inner thigh and pulled her short leg up to see if that had healed as well. The scar had vanished entirely, but something else came to view. Her cheeks flushed crimson when she saw the crease of her new vulva, her inner labia poking through just slightly. She briefly marveled at how nicely shaped her new pussy was when she snapped back to reality. "E-- Enough of that!" She cried out, jumping to her feet. For a brief moment, she took a sharp breath, expecting a jolt of pain through her leg. It took a moment for her to remember she was healed, a small smile spreading on her lips. Micah couldn't help but trot around her home, marveling at how easily and quickly she could move from place to place.
There were a few other aspects of running about the house she was forced to acknowledge. Her hips and butt noticeably swayed with each step, her new tail flicking about as an extension of her emotional state. The lack of male equipment was made apparent each time her legs pressed together, and her perky tits bounced with every step. "Mmmph... Is it worth the trade-off?" She mused, hesitating before cupping her tits and letting out a small gasp. 'Maybe a closer look is in order...' She stripped her clothes off and glanced down at her tits, eager to see what this body had in store.
With the excitement of his newfound freedom, Micah forgot the fact she sent a distressing text message to her best friend. Before performing more self-inspection, she felt an urge to limber up. Stretching her arms out, she leaned forward, arching her back like a cat with her ass sticking straight into the air. "Mmmm..." She enjoyed the sensation of the full-body stretch.
Back in the present, Ryan suddenly throws open the front door and is greeted by the ass of a cat girl mid-stretch. He's able to see the whole shape of her pussy, absolutely stunned by his situation. "Wh-Wha---" His mouth agape, he desperately tries to process the situation while a hint of arousal surges through him.
"Knock first, you ass!" Micah yells in embarrassment, falling to her knees while entirely red in the face, trying to cover her nude body. "Close the door!" The rush of cold hair from the open door causes her nipples to harden, goosebumps covering her naked form. Feeling such a cool breeze on her nether region only solidifies the reality of her change. And, worst of all, Ryan is looking kinda cute. What a pain.