Chapter #5Stacy grew that tail... by: BeeJay   Suddenly, Stacy felt a peculiar tingling just over her butt. This tingling developed into what felt like pulling. She undid her belt and pulled down her jeans and panties, releasing what she was surprised to see was a tail, covered with orange striped fur.
"And there's your tail now!" Amanda said, with no small amount of triumph in her voice. "It looks like you'll be a tabby; your mother said that she loves tabbies."
"Then she should have bought one," Stacy said, "instead of hiring you to turn me into one! Look at this thing! How am I supposed to explain this at school?"
Amanda shrugged. "Cats should be kept indoors, anyway. I've seen too many cats let out to play, whose lives ended in the road. The drivers don't even slow down." She shook her head.
"What about my friends? How do I explain it to them?"
"Do you really want them to see it? I'll just tell the school that you're too sick to go. I suggest you tell your friends the same thing."
Just then, a timer went off. "Oh," Amanda said, "my supper's ready."
"Great," Stacy replied. "I'm so hungry, I could eat anything. What are we having?"
"No, dear," Amanda answered. "I said this was my supper. Your supper is down there." She pointed at the bowl of cat food.
Stacy was aghast. "You don't seriously expect me to... to eat... ?"
"Didn't you just say you could eat anything? Besides, you might as well get into the habit; cat food is what you'll be eating when you've finished changing."
And so, as Amanda tucked into a ribeye steak, Stacy got down on her hands and knees and ate cat food. It didn't taste as bad as she thought it would, but she would never admit that.
The cat food made her thirsty, and she already knew what Amanda would say if she asked for a soda. Accordingly, she crawled over to the water dish and drank.
When she was finished, she stood back up and walked to the bathroom. As soon as she put her hand on the doorknob, Amanda asked, "Where do you think you're going?"
"The bathroom. Duh."
Amanda shook her head, then pointed to the litter box.
"You cannot be serious!"
"You may as well get into the habit,... " Amanda began.
"You'll be doing it for a month," Stacy finished, and grudgingly walked over to the litter box. Stepping inside it, she said, "Please don't look."
•••
Later that night, Stacy went to bed, Amanda not having a cat bed for her. Already, she was getting used to her tail. Which was only to be expected, since Amanda had said it would be permanent.
In the wee hours, Stacy got up and ran around the house. She didn't know why.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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