Okay, we've got the house to ourselves. The kids are at your mother’s place for the weekend, my parents are out of town so they’re not gonna be dropping by out of the blue…

Honey, would you stop fretting about everything and just drink the potion? The whole point of these weekends is for you to turn your human brain off and relax.

I’m just making sure-

I have everything -and you- under control. Now drink your potion like the submissive cat maid you are, and let’s get this show on the road. Only one change per 48 hours, remember? And we need time for you to drink the reversion potion before you go back to work on Monday.

Fine gulp Blegh. It tastes like hairballs. So, err, did you read the script?

It’s pet-play, babe, not Shakespeare. I’ll ad-lib it. Let’s say… you start by cleaning the apartment on all fours. If you’re good, you get to play with your toys. Then I lock you in your cage and we spend an hour roleplaying me handing you into the animal pound for breeding. Degradation, humiliation, more degradation, then we finish the evening cuddling on the couch. Sound good?

Ye-yeah. And you know what to do if somebody needs me?

Like a family emergency? Yeah, I tell them you're spending your weekend living out your fantasy as my obedient sex kitten.

WHAT!?

I’m joking! Of course I don't tell them. Not that I think it’ll happen, but if somebody does come looking for you, I’ll do as you asked, drink your reversion potion, and take your place.

Thank you.

Hm, but then I start to love being you... Naturally I get a taste for being a man. Hehe, and I give you a taste of your own manhood. Maybe I’ll flush the rest of your reversion potions down the sink and keep your body, and keep you as this catgirl slave permanently.

Th-that’s not in the script!

It should be. Now sit still while I buckle your collar.