Wendy awoke, sitting cross-legged on a cushion in a strange bedroom. Nothing looked familiar. She tried to call out but only managed a strangled squeak.

Then she looked down at herself…

The fur was a real shock. Black, lustrous and covering her all over, except for her breasts and vagina. She even had a tail. Then she lifted her hands and saw the paws for the first time. She wailed. As she lifted the paws to her face, they brushed against the silver chain fastened to the collar round her neck. Shaking her head in disbelief, she tried to get up, and nearly throttled herself when the chain went taut, so she settled back down on her haunches. She cried out; a yowling wail that echoed around the room.

The door flew open.

“What’s wrong, lovely?”, the woman cried, racing straight over to her. “Had a bad dream?”

Wendy yowled, waving her paws.

The woman sat on the end of the bed and, to her amazement, started stroking her. Wendy batted her hand away with her paws. She tried to tell her to get off and get stuffed, but it just came out as a hiss.

“Yes, I know it’s all confusing to you; it will all come clear, soon. Please, calm down, and I’ll give you a nice cuddle.”

Wendy just yowled again and backed as far away from the woman as the chain would let her. This psycho was nuts if she thought she was going to be friends with the woman that had kidnapped her. God, had she transformed her as well?

Then, memories started coming back. The row she’d had at home; her parents banning her from going to the Halloween party and her being just as determined to go. Her having to leave her costume behind as she couldn’t sneak it out of the house, and her last-minute visit to a strange costume shop she had found in a back street.

She had been looking at what costumes they had left, sadly, realising that the shelves were almost empty.

“I’d have made a beautiful cat”, she said, quietly.

“Yes, you would”, the woman behind the counter had said.

She’d started to feel dizzy, then…

Next thing she knew, she had woken up in this madhouse. She suddenly realised that the woman that had come into the room was the woman from the costume shop. She had taken her literally…

The woman kept trying to get Wendy to like her; offering her treats, toys to play with and tickling her behind the ears. Wendy, despite everything, was finding it more and more difficult to hate her…

A few days later, the woman unchained Wendy, and beckoned her to follow her. Wendy did; to her amazement, she went on all fours. For some reason, she felt more comfortable walking that way. They went into the living room, and Wendy saw a basket waiting for her in front of the fire…

She couldn’t stop herself. She just sprang into it and curled up, after kneading the blanket in it with her paws. Her new feline behaviour had kicked in completely.

Wendy now purred as the woman stroked her, her tail curled under her, neatly. When the woman gently massaged her breasts, she thought she had died and gone to heaven. When the woman pushed a little too hard, however, she latched onto her arm with all four paws and gave her a nip with her teeth.

With an apology, the woman backed off, then started stoking her again. She then rested her hand between Wendy’s back legs and inserted a finger. Wendy moaned but didn’t stop her. She then started moving her finger in and out, first slowly, then quicker…

Wendy came, violently. She’d never felt an orgasm like that!

“Got to keep your human side happy, too”, the woman said. “After all, you’re a perfect catgirl now…”

Purring, Wendy snuggled up against her new owner. She then returned the favour with her tongue…