Phian laid basking in a haze of comfort and contentment. He laid in a nice, soft bed, and his hands slid idly up and down the thighs that straddled his middle, enjoying the nice, firm, smooth skin. No one was there to appreciate the feeling of his hands on her thighs: The body ended at a plateau just above the hips. This was entirely for Phian’s own pleasure.

Five feet away, humming tunelessly as she applied eyeliner, was the woman from whom the legs had come. Jenny was… something different. Something incredibly special. At first glance, it would seem to be the black cat ears that stood atop her head that made her stand out, or the long, black-furred tail at the base of her spine. Was that something Phian had done to her? It must have been, but it felt to him like she’d always looked that way.

No, what really made her so different was how completely and enthusiastically she’d given herself to him. He’d just thoroughly satisfied himself with her lower half, and she felt none of it, but judging by her face, she’d still gotten a kick out of watching from the sidelines. She loved being Phian’s sex toy. Or anything else it might strike him to use her for.

A feeling cut into his appreciation of Jenny’s legs. A buzz in his mind like a sudden awareness that his phone was vibrating. Of course, it was meant to feel like that because that’s essentially what it was.

He snapped his fingers, and a more physical vibration kicked in through the pillow beneath his head. He reached under it, and pulled out his phone. A timer had just run out. A reminder to check his calls.

He dismissed the alarm. There was a call from an hour earlier. Right… It started to drift back to him. The call had come in while he was having sex, so he’d set up the notification. The call was from Sal. A patron, possibly a friend. He called him back.

“Phian!” came the scratchy voice from the other end. “Glad you got back to me! How are ya?”

He chuckled lightly at the exact answer, his fingers dancing along the skin of Jenny’s waist-stump. “I’m… great! Couldn’t be much better. How are you?”

“Ah, me too, me too. Say, you remember that party I was throwing on the eighth?”

‘Party…” he muttered, and closed his eyes and focused on his phone. Today was the sixth. “Party… Party…” His fingers made little slashes and taps in the air in front of his face, and his phone responded to his “touch”, opening his email, then the mail from Sal. A poster-like invitation to an early Halloween party to turn all of October into a celebration much-needed after the last year and a half. “Right! Yes?”

“I was wondering if you might come in a more, eh, semi-professional capacity.”

Phian quirked an eyebrow. “Oh?” The answer was almost certainly “yes”. Work and fun had a way of blending together for him.

“I could use your help as a sort of - let’s say ‘unofficial entertainment’,” the old man proposed. “To help ensure people have a great time and everything goes smoothly. You attend as a guest, mingle, but be an especially fun guest. Do some small ‘party tricks’. Keep people happy, keep ‘em enjoying themselves. Maybe diffuse some trouble, should you run into it.”

Phian chuckled. Like an assistant in the audience. “You want me to be a plant?” A soft giggle came from by the vanity.

“Nothing too fancy, nothing that’d upstage the official entertainment, or make ‘em suspect you’re not just another partygoer. Subtle costume. And remember: It’s going to be a mixed crowd, so no overt magic. Does that sound like the kind of thing you might be interested in?”

Still tapping on air, Phian opened a notepad and typed “Be a plant, subtle costume, no overt magic.” “Absolutely!” he confirmed enthusiastically. “Sounds like a blast! But are you sure I’m the right person for this? I’m sure there are people who do this kind of thing for a living who’d probably be better at it.”

“Ah, right you are, Phian, right you are,” Sal confessed. “Full disclosure: I already have several! The problem is, a few of them had to cancel at the last minute. Travel problems, you see. Doesn’t it figure? And with only two days to find someone new! So I thought to myself, I thought: ‘Isn’t Phian coming? They could do this, no problem!’”

“That I could. And sure, I’ll do it. Just need to figure out a new costume.” Had he figured out a costume already? His eyes opened to wander around the room as he stroked Jenny’s thigh thoughtfully. They came quickly to the pair of triangular, black ears.

“How about a sexy cat?” Phian proposed with a grin.

Jenny turned her head and raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Ah, yes,” came Sal’s amused reply. “That’d work perfectly. All right. I’ll see you on Friday. I’ll email you the receipts. Thank you, Phian.”

Phian started to protest. Payment, in context, seemed unnecessary and even awkward. However, he realized, if this was a job, not paying could make things complicated for Sal. “Sure thing. It’s my pleasure, Sal. See ya.”

Jenny lifted herself on her hands and turned her slim, bare half-body more fully toward him, wheels clearly turning in her head. Trying to put together what she’d heard? “Don’t tell me you want to turn me into a plant,” she joked. “I don’t think green suits me that well?” She laughed brightly, but her face reddened, and her ears lay out to the sides. “Sooo… You need a sexy catgirl, huh?” She eyed her lower half, perched as it was atop him.

Phian gave her only a smile in response, mischievous and mysterious. She knew what he was capable of.

He closed his hand around the air above her hips, grabbing at puppet controls that weren’t there. As he lifted, her hips followed. He let go, and made a slow pushing motion, a more generalized command prompting it to move back and off the bed.

Jenny bit her lower lip as her starry eyes followed her lower half, ears perking back up. That look got him every time. It grabbed his heart more completely than a thousand people’s applause.

What was I doing? He reached under the sheet, able to continue the trick as if by instinct once it had started. His hand found latex. Right. That. He tossed what he’d produced to Jenny: A black shirt with built-in gloves. “Here - put this on.”

It caught her off-guard, nearly landing on her face. “So, this will make me into a plant, huh?” she smirked.

With a smile, Phian sighed at the joke’s reuse, eliciting a snicker from Jenny.

As she put on the top, he retrieved the suit’s bottom from the sheets. He climbed out of bed and puppeteered her legs to step into it. It hugged her body snugly, forming what was more or less a catsuit, save for it being split the same as the woman wearing it, even sticking to her around the point of separation so it covered her thoroughly below the neck. Covered, but didn’t conceal more than when she’d been naked.

Jenny threw out her arms wide, and put on a showgirl smile. “Tadaa!” she sang, then giggled.

Phian joined in the laugh. Then, he rose to step up to her. It was going to be his last chance for a little bit… He lay a hand against the back of her head, petting her pixie-cut black hair, and leaned in close to kiss her.

Behind his back, with a flick of his hand, he produced the suit’s hood. As he pulled away, for just a moment, he saw Jenny’s face, ears wide, eyes closed, lost in her own dreamy world. Quickly, he snatched the hood down over her head. He wasn’t sure whether he should feel mean or pleased with himself. No doubt she’s happy, though. That gave the real answer.

She hadn’t moved from the moment of the kiss, back arched, head rocked back, hands on the chair to support herself. Once the hood was on, she was essentially a mannequin displaying a catsuit. A bit of artificiality to set up for the next part.

Phian’s hand flicked down, a white-tipped black wand dropping into it, and he tapped her forehead. The catsuit crumpled to the chair and floor as if empty. It sort of was.

He took up the pants first. A black cat tail hanging from its rear was the only physical part of Jenny remaining. As he slid his foot in, his leg grew longer, reshaping to the body the latex was designed for, rather than it to him. The other leg followed, and he gained another half-inch of height pulling it up around his waist, pressing his dick away to nothing and expanding his hips. Suddenly, his legs were tired, and a little gross: there was more than sweat that needed cleaning.

The top came next. He pulled it down over his head, arms sliding into the sleeves. If she hadn’t figured out what was going on before, she certainly knew now. She’d be able to feel his skin as if it were sliding against hers. The feeling would vanish once he was in place, replaced by feeling very strangely like her normal self again. “Normal”, of course, save for her body still moving by a will other than her own.

A shiver ran up Phian’s spine and her heart fluttered as she pulled the top of the suit to meet the bottom. Whose excitement was that? Jenny’s, or hers? Both, she supposed.

Though from the perspective of her face, the hood had been on barely two seconds, she breathed deeply as she pulled it off. She was met by her reflection in the vanity mirror. A black-haired, black-furred catgirl sensually dressed in black latex.

“Phew,” she sighed in Jenny’s voice, and leaned in close to inspect herself. She looked as excited as she felt, and delighted in how the eyeliner served to make that look in her eyes all the more striking. Of course, even that had to compete with the sheer understanding of what she was doing. This body was hers, now.

“That’s a weird plant,” came Jenny’s voice, then her giggle, in Phian’s mind. “Damn, owner. You make one sexy catgirl, you know that?”

Phian dropped her head and groaned at the belabored joke. Then, she rose to show off. She took a step back, to get a fuller view of herself in the mirror. She turned to the side, and latex creaked and slid across her skin as she arched her back, and she ran a hand sensually down her stomach, meeting her own gaze with half-lidded eyes.

A bit to Phian’s surprise, she felt Jenny was comforted by the touch. Then her face turned red. “Naughty…” the passenger purred. “I really like it when you take my body for a stroll.”

After a moment, she added “Two days ‘til the party.”

Phian chuckled, and stretched, enjoying the creak and the dozen little points of strangeness that helped drive into her mind that this was a borrowed body. The most obvious was the tail flicking subconsciously as a counterbalance to her lean. “Looks like we’re going to be spending quite a bit of time together. But first:” She began peeling the catsuit off from the neck down. “Where’s your shower?”