Max wanted to go to the Halloween party with his friends, but his ex-girlfriend, Grace was hosting the party that year; if he’d gone, there would have been an enormous row. Then his new friend, Shelly, had suggested a possible solution.

“I’m going as a witch”, she said. “How about you come along as my familiar? You’d make a perfect companion…”

At this point, perhaps Max should have asked a few questions. However, he was eager to go to the party, especially with a gorgeous woman like Shelly.

While he was thinking about it, Shelly walked into the room dressed as a witch…

Max’s mouth nearly hit the floor. Shelly looked incredible. Drop dead gorgeous, along the lines of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.

“Holy Shit…!”

“No Holy here, I’m all Devil”, Shelly said, cupping his jaw in her clawed hand. “So, are you coming with me or not…?”

There was no way Max was going to say no…

“Now”, Shelly said, smiling, “Let’s get you ready.”

Max looked around, but he could see a costume anywhere.

“How?”, he asked. “You haven’t got me a costume.”

“Silly boy”, Shelly said. “I’m a witch, how do you think I’m going to get you ready? With magic, of course.”

Muttering something in what sounded like a foreign language, Shelly waved her hands over her head, then pointed both index fingers at Max. There seemed to be a pinky-purple light then Max passed out…

Shortly after, he awoke. He was lying on Shelly’s bed, and Shelly was stroking him.

“Ah, good, you’re awake. Sorry about that, used too much power in the spell. I also got things slightly wrong.”

Max groaned, then tried to ask what had happened. It all came out as a quiet yowl.

His ‘hands’ flew to his face, trying to work out what was wrong, and he saw the paws for the first time, as well as the fact he was covered in fur.

Then he saw ‘his’ new breasts…

The next yowl was a lot louder.

“Max, I’m sorry! I made you a girl by mistake! I must admit, you make a beautiful catgirl…”

Max just hissed at Shelly and turned away.

“Oh, don’t be like that! At least no-one will recognise you at the party.”

Max thought Shelly must be mad if she thought she was going to the party as a girl, never mind being a cat…!

However, when Shelly got up, Max got off of the bed and went by her, on all fours.

“Sorry, you’re on ‘auto-pilot’ when you’re my familiar.”, Shelly said, realising what Max was thinking. “You have to keep me company.”

Max yowled and hissed as he followed Shelly out of the door. He had to be careful, however, as his breasts were fairly low down when he walked on all fours, and the air rushing past them and things brushing against them was causing some very strange sensations…

Shelly was the hit of the party, as was her amazing catgirl familiar. Everyone was amazed that her ‘friend’ never broke character, even having her drinks in a saucer on the floor.

Everybody wanted to stroke her; as the catgirl, Max was really getting turned on by all the attention…

He couldn’t help it. He suddenly had to race out of the room, momentarily being able to break away from Shelly, and raced out into the garden.

He had felt something was happening, but had no idea what it was…

It was his first orgasm for him, as a woman, and definitely his first as a catgirl.

He came out in the garden, under a tree, and shuddered as it hit him. He then relieved himself, just as a cat would do, then went back to the party.

Seeing him come back in, Shelly swore.

“You couldn’t control yourself, could you!”, she shouted, making everyone jump. “Well, I hope you’re satisfied! You’re stuck like that, now!”

Shelly’s magic could not be reversed if the person it affected had a sexual ‘experience’ whilst changed…

Max was now permanently a catgirl. Problem was, he really fancied Shelly…

“It’s damn lucky for you I’m a lesbian”, said Shelly, hugging Max, when she found out how he felt, in bed later…