"Nyaaa….~" You wake up with a yawn, feeling somewhat groggy as you try to remember what happened the night before. "Did I get into a fight with Master?" Your tail swishes in confusion. Has your voice always been so high and soft? Your nipples rub against the blanket, causing you to shiver. Everything seemed off. "Something feels different." The gears in your dumb little kitty brain turn slowly as you desperately try to figure out what changed.
You pull the blanket away and look over your body, ears folding down. "Hmmm… I'm all covered in sweat. I should take a shower." As you stand up, you glance down at the perky tits hanging from your chest. "Hmmm..." Why does this feel so strange? Why do you feel embarrassed? "Have these always been like this?" You briefly cup them in your hands and shiver from their sensitivity. "Ahhh..." You let go and shrug, making your way to the shower.
As you strip your shirt and boxers, you are captivated by your reflection in the mirror. A nagging anxiety in the back of your mind insists that something is very different. You can feel it as your hips sway with each step and from the strange feeling of emptiness between your legs. "Hmmm..." You put a hand on your cheek and try to figure out what's wrong, your tail flicking from side to side. Eventually, you give up and sigh. "I am such a dumb kitty…" You decide to follow your instincts and press your breasts together, letting out a slight noise as you pinch your hardened pink nipples. "Ahhh..." A tingly wave permeates your chest and washes through your loins. You've been a cute cat girl your whole life, but these sensations all seem exciting and new.
You finally turn the shower on, and the hot water feels heavenly against your flawless skin. "Aah… there is nothing better than a hot shower." You eagerly slide a soapy sponge down your abdomen and between your thighs. Upon reaching the folds of your feminine sexy, you shudder, feeling a mix of giddiness and embarrassment. "Hmmm…" Your brow furrows in frustration. "It's just my pussy; why do I feel this way?" You pout as you spread the folds apart and gasp when the warm water cascades through your inner labia. Logically, you know you should be used to having a vulva; you've been a girl your whole life, right? Before you can contemplate too profoundly, your sensitive ears twitch as 'Master' enters the bathroom.
You press your tits against the glass of the shower, excited to give your master a proper greeting. "Master! Come wash me!" You decide to let go of whatever was lost. It must not have been that important if you couldn't remember. And besides, why strain your dumb little kitty brain when you have a fantastic master to think on your behalf?