Sharon was getting creeped out.

The man had been staring at her; normally, she wouldn’t have been bothered; after all, she was an attractive woman, tall, blonde with a hard edge to her (being a biker, after all…).

Finally, she had had enough.

“Enjoying the show?”, she asked, indignantly, walking over to the man.

“Sort of, yes, actually”, the man replied. “I can’t believe that you are out in public. After all, everyone knows what you did… puss.”

Sharon went as white as a sheet.

“No! You’re lying! You must be…”

“Gaynor says hello”, the man said. Sharon just dissolved in a heap…

The man caught her as she crumpled, and held her, stroking her head.

“It’s all right, puss…”, he said soothingly. “You’re safe now, with me.”

Sharon loved the way the man ran his hands gently through her hair. Then he started scratching her gently behind the ears…

She couldn’t help it. She swung round and kissed him.

At that moment her friend, Tim, came out of the house behind her.

“Get your hands off of her!”, he shouted, moving to Sharon’s side.

To his amazement, Sharon backed away from him, moving behind the other man.

“She’s not interested in you, mate”, the man said.

“Sharon… come back inside”, Tim pleaded. “You were only out on the bike to get milk for coffee.”

“Why don’t you just fuck off!”, Sharon cried. “You’re always trying to control me!”

Tim stopped, in shock and amazement. Sharon had never even raised her voice to him before…

He just looked on in disbelief as Sharon wrapped her arm around the other man.

“Have you brought your crash helmet, Adam?”, she asked, obviously now remembering him.

“Of course,”, he said. “How can you take me out on your bike if I hadn’t?”

Tim just stood there as the pair put their helmets on and rode off…

Sharon took them up onto the downs, up an old farm track that she remembered. They then parked up at the top of a hill and snuggled down on the grass together.

“I can’t believe I forgot all about you”, she said. “Thanks for reminding me…”

“I was hoping that was going to be your reaction, puss”, Adam said. “I brought you something…”

Sharon looked on as Adam started unpacking some fairly bulky items from his rucksack…

A leather whole body suit, with a pair of pointed ears, as well as a tail. A studded black collar, with a nametag. Boots and gloves, both with built in paws.

“I bought your suit from the club”, he said.

Before he could stop her, Sharon stripped off and quickly dressed herself in the clothing, turning herself back into ‘Puss’.

She batted the nametag on her collar with her paws.

“That’s betterrr….”, she said.

She rumbled and purred as she rubbed herself against Adam…

Sharon had always been happier as ‘Puss’. Adam using the keyword ‘Gaynor’ had broken her from Tim’s control. What people didn’t realise was, unlike some submissives, Sharon had voluntarily agreed to become ‘Puss’ full time. She was scared stiff of being Sharon; she was anything but normal, like ‘ordinary’ Sharon. Normally a massive extrovert, Puss became withdrawn, moody and depressed when forced to be Sharon, which was what Tim had been doing to her, thinking he was helping. He wasn’t even Sharon’s boyfriend he was her full-time carer.

Now, Adam had let Puss out of her cage…

They made love to each other, under the open sky, next to the bike.

After, they sat and talked until the sun went down, working out what to do.

Sharon obviously wanted to stay as Puss; Adam was just as happy to let her and look after her.

They got back on the bike, Sharon’s helmet fitting over her ears and whiskers ok. Adam was driving, as Puss hadn’t got used to having her paws back yet; she just wrapped her arms around his waist and purred loudly.

“Oi!”, Adam giggled. “You’re putting me off riding…!”

“Sorrryyyy….”, rumbled Puss, not really sorry at all…

Adam loved the way Sharon spoke when she was her Puss ‘persona’. She always had a rumbling sound, her voice long and drawn out. Every time she spoke, it sounded like a purr.

However, when they got back to Adam’s flat, Tim was waiting for them…

“I checked with the club”, he said. “I can’t believe you bought her suit…”

His voice trailed off, as he saw Puss wearing it.

“God, Sharon, no! I thought we’d got you over this!”

Puss just hissed. She really hated Tim…

Claws out, she advanced on him.

“Puss, no!”, Adam said. “He’s not worth it.”

He tossed Puss the house keys and she went inside, slamming the door.

“Leave her alone”, Adam said. “She’s made her choice. She always had…”

“It’s not right, her living like that”, Tim said. “She’s a human being, not a cat.”

“Puss still is a human being”, Adam said. “She just identifies as a cat. She’s not doing anyone any harm, and I’m not taking advantage of her. She wants to be with me.”

“You’re doing more harm to her by trying to get her to go against her nature”, Adam said. “Have you any idea how much pain she’s in as Sharon?”

Tim stopped, thoughtfully. “I’d never tried to find out. I only thought Puss was the delusion. You’re saying Sharon’s the problem?”

“Just leave us alone”, Adam said. “Keep an eye on Puss. You’ll see she’s happy, contented and not causing any problems for herself or others. Isn’t that the definition of freedom?”

With that, Adam knocked once on the door. Puss let him in, then the door closed behind him…