[TF - Skinsuits, MTF, Varied]
[CW: Temporary Personality Death/Suppression, Drunk Sex]

Kitty was the life of any party she was at, invited or otherwise. Born Catherine Crawford, Kitty left home soon after turning 18 and never looked back. Given her unusual genetic mutations, she soon changed her name to Kitty Clawford. Whether she was born with neon pink highlights in her fur was one of many mysteries she never answered, leaving it and other mysteries in her wake as she traveled the country looking for the next hot party, the next hot game, and of course, the next hot guy.

Kitty Clawford wasn’t a normal human girl. Those genetic mutations she was born with left her looking equally cat and human, as her name would imply. She was a slender girl, nearly six feet tall in coated in pure black fur. Her breasts were firm and small, but their diminutive size was complemented by the additional second and third pairs underneath them. Her long tail was similarly adorned with black fur, and it’s whiplike motion was often uncontrolled by her - though she smiled every time she thought of every lover she had surprised by it’s prehensile uses. Where her human ears would have been was hidden under her wild and unkempt pixie cut of hair that she kept past her shoulders. Instead, atop her head were two pointed cat ears.

Kitty kept her fingernails sharpened, filed down to dagger-like angles - doing her part to keep the appearance going. The neon pink highlights through her hair and fur decorated her body, making her look like a raver girl. She posed for herself in the bathroom of this apartment she was in, her own reflection turning herself on. She enjoyed her body, not just for the attention it brought her, but because it made her feel confident and in control. She was unique, as though she were custom designed.

If anyone was looking into Jim’s apartment, they would have seen him don the skin of a black catgirl and suddenly start prancing around naked like an entirely different. While for Kitty, she remembered her whole life - and having not fulfilled her purpose with Rob, that’s all she could remember - any outsiders would have noticed that Kitty only existed for a few minutes. Despite only having existed for such a short time, Kitty believed she had spent nearly the entire day
sitting around waiting for the next hang out to crash. And she knew of just the one.
She crashed through the door to Rob’s house, wearing little more than a bright pink collar with a bell. Bouncing through, she found the man she was looking for, and pushed him back on a chair. “Hai baby, my name is Kitty!~ Like, I totally hear you have a great game to play! Well, go on sexy!~ Turn it on and maybe if you can beat me I’ll let you turn me on!”

Rob was frozen under the presence of the cat girl, utterly shocked at her appearance. He looked over at his computer monitor, still sitting in front of the screen. In the last half hour he had put in an order on that Custom Made Girls sit for a cat girl that loved gaming as much as sex, and had a sugary sweet and bubbly personality. And here was Kitty: a girl to the exact specifications, no
matter how impossible. She wasn’t even human. Was she a girl in a costume?
Kitty didn’t make it easy for him to get up, dragging her slinky and flexible frame against his but he eventually made it. He put in a shooter, some basic fair that would be easy enough for the two of them to play. “Well, I’ll try to go easy on you, Kitty. Wouldn’t want you to lose that bet too quickly!” He looked over at his guest, who was posing with the controller against her breasts, forming a formidable distraction for the red blooded male. Rob quickly realized how dangerous of a competitor she was. When the game started, she quickly leaned in, brushing her hair back from her eyes, and proceeded to get a ridiculous amount of points against her host.

Rob sat in horror as the end score showed he merely killed her once for the forty times she killed him. He was pretty sure that the only reason he got her that one time was that she was enjoying the controller’s vibrations in a very private spot of her own. He enjoyed that too, and that was probably the point as he had no chance of recovering from the match.

“Fuck…” He muttered, shaking his head. Rob set down his controller, letting out a sigh.

“No no no! That’s not the deal, lover boy!” Kitty kissed him on one cheek while her tail smacked him softly on the other. “I know how badly you want this body, but, like, you also want a challenging partner to play games against, right? Well, you can’t get with me until you can beat me in a match!~ Hehe!”

Rob glanced back at the computer screen, still on the order confirmation page. That’s exactly what he listed he wanted. A girl that would be tough to beat in his favorite games, and exciting in bed. He rolled his eyes. “Alright, I guess we’ll play it your way. But I’m not taking it easy on you this time!”

The next four matches went worse than the first. It was hard to stay angry at a girl that was so bubbly and enthusiastic, and wanted to just have fun. But he was losing, and hard, and that was getting harder and harder to overcome and find new motivation to keep playing. Until he realized that the party girl next to him might enjoy a drink.

“Hey, I’m getting us some beers, you want some?”

“Like, totally! Oh give me as much as you have! Fuck yeah! Let’s party!”

Theory confirmed. It was scary how eagerly she chugged her beer. Bottle after bottle she slammed back, working through the entire case he had before he started his second one. Rob made a mental note to not include “loves to party hard” in any other girls he might order.

Kitty might have been taller than most girls, but she was also extremely lean, and much like a kitten licking at a discarded drink, she found she got intoxicated rapidly. Especially when consuming nearly a dozen bottles in one sitting. She let out a small burp and giggled, her cheeks burning red under her dark fur.

The next match was decidedly in Rob’s favor. The score was as skewed as their first match, except now Rob was the victor, and there was a half collapsed cat girl across his lap. Her sharp claws were trying to make headway into his jeans, Kitty slurring that “a pwomise is a pwomise.” Rob couldn’t let her continue, though. He guided her to bed, and got her tucked in. He sighed.

If only Liz could see him now, he mused. Hot girl drunk in his bed and wanting sex and he was being the gentleman about the whole thing. Liz wouldn’t believe he had it in him. He sat down in front of the computer, looking over the fields for the Custom Made Girls. His account had been promoted to a premium account, giving him a steep discount on the orders. Not that he could find the payment information, the site being poorly translated from Russian. All he took that to mean is that he was meant to order more girls. The only girl coming to mind was Liz, however, and the two beers he had tried was just enough to get him to put her information into the computer. He teared up, looking at the digital avatar of the girl he loved. He was an asshole, he knew that. It was hard to like him, and she had tried her best.

He guided the mouse cursor to the “Complete Order” button and hovered it there. One click and he could have her back. A second chance with her, and given the mental options he could choose, he could make it so she could never leave. Rob looked back at Kitty, quietly purring in his bed sheets as she slept soundly. He drifted the mouse over and clicked on “Delete Order” and went to take a long and emotional shower.