After transience turns you into a beautiful cat girl, you decide to earn some extra cash on a modeling gig. Little did you know your male best friend got a job as a photographer at the same agency! (caption version tomorrow along with other captions)


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Story Text:


"J-- Jeremy!? What are you doing here!?" You squeak in embarrassment as the blushing man approaches you on the beach. Wearing only a white bikini, you put an arm over your chest and turn away, your fluffy tail flicking wildly.

"I got a job at this agency as a photographer. I-- I didn't expect to see you here, Riley," he stammers.

It has been awkward enough interacting with your best friend Jeremy since a little-understood condition called Transience turned you from a man into a bombshell cat girl. Having him see you in such a state was almost too much. Your nethers ache ever so slightly while you feel every inch of your femininity due to the tight-fitting nature of your bathing suit. "I-- I really need the money... Please don't judge me," you mumble sheepishly, your ears tapering down.

"I'd never do that! It takes a lot of guts to do something like this after only two weeks; mad respect," Jeremy assures you.

A few workers finish tidying up the beach set and the woman serving as director calls over. "Just like we discussed; let's get started with standing photos," she insists.

You bite your lip and steel your nerves before forcing a cute smile on your face. You let your arms pull away from your chest and strike a cute pose with your hips popped out slightly to one side and one of your fingers looping under the bikini bottom strap at your left hip.

You notice Jeremy's crimson cheeks as he stares wide-eyed and begins to snap photos. All the while, your nipples ache and a peculiar, tingly wetness manifest between your legs. 'He seems so bashful-- does he really think I'm that cute?' You muse, for some reason finding the idea quite appealing.

"Let's take some photos of you lying down; use the beach towel there," the director calls.

You nod your head and start moving toward the beach towel. Maybe today won't be so awful.

"W-- When we're done here, let me buy you some dinner," Jeremy blurts as he scurries over to get in position, setting his tripod up again.

You squeak slightly as you start to lay down. Dinner? Why? Like a friend thing or like a date? Before you can process the question, you respond with, "Sure, I'd like that." And it's true. You most certainly would like that.

As the photos start again, you wonder if things are really so bad in this new body. Staring at Jeremy and with faintly red cheeks, you decide this sudden life change has opened some new possibilities you'd love to explore.