Jon woke up disoriented, blinking several times to clear the sleep from his eyes, and sat up, suddenly aware of a weight on the front of his torso. He looked down to see several small sets of breasts hanging off of him, one on top of another; six in all. "Huh?" he tried to say, but all that came out was "Mrow!"
Jon blinked again, trying to speak again, but all he could manage was high-pitched cat noises. He reached up and felt a pair of furry ears perched on top of his head, as well as the unmistakable swish of a tail behind him. Both, he saw in a mirror in the near-empty room, were a dark brown color like his hair. He stared at his reflection, an incredibly cute girl with six small, perky breasts taking up most of her chest, with a little strip of hair above her bare vagina. Jon was naked. He wanted to blush, but somehow couldn't bring himself to care. Let them look.
As he smiled at the mirror, a disturbingly catlike expression, and meowed softly, he heard a voice at the door. "You're awake?" He looked over to see his mo...mmm...master, he thought, and smiled, making another cute noise. She was so tall, much taller than him, and so beautiful. He bounded over to her, moving smoothly from hands and feet to feet, and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. She ran her fingers through his hair, and before he realized what he was doing he purred.
"You made such a cute little cat girl, Jon. What do you think we should name you now, huh?" his master asked him, speaking in a high, babyish voice he so loved. But... cat girl? That's right! He was a cat girl, or more specifically, she was a cat girl. She just shrugged, content with whatever she might be called.
