"Coffee is, like, vegetarian, right?" Cat asked Gary as she bent over to throw out the empty cup, the panties on her curvy behind showing through her thin dress.
"Does it even matter at this point?" He answered. "You already drank the whole thing."
"Yeah but that's 'cause I loooove it!" She said, then frowned. "Ugh. You're like, such a jerk."
Gary just laughed in response. The two started walking back from the mall, when Gary suddenly realized.
"You're old enough to drive!" he said.
"Well, duh!" Cat responded as she swayed down the sidewalk, uncontrollably winking at an older guy passing by. Gary hurried to catch up.
"No, I mean, stop."
She did. Spinning around, a hand rested on her hip as she raised an eyebrow at him and fixed her hair. Then she pulled out her compact and checked her makeup while he continued.
"You're eighteen, so you have a car. Actually, it's a porsche. A pink one. Your daddy bought it for you for your 16th birthday, and you love to find any excuse to take it out."
Cat gasped as she realized he was right. Her eyes shut tight as she remembered her "daddy" revealing the girliest car ever, and how she'd feigned surprise even though she'd picked it out herself only a week earlier. She'd squealed and given him a big kiss on the cheek, telling him how much she loved him.
But Jon would never do that. He wasn't that close to his dad. In fact, his dad couldn't have afforded a car that expensive.
Doesn't matter! A voice shouted gleefully in her mind. He totally did! And it's in the parking lot, dummy!
"You're totes right, Gary!" she exclaimed, snapping her compact closed and putting it away. "How could I forget?!"
Then Cat sashayed back down the sidewalk, leading her friend through the parking lot until they found her car.
"Gosh, I'm such an dummy!" she muttered, opening the car door and pushing the button to start it. She looked at her friend, who stared in awe at the vehicle. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in."
"Actually..." he said. "You're going to let me drive."
Cat swung her legs out and stood up immediately, tossing him the keys. "Yeah like, of course!" It was only after she was in the passenger seat that she questioned why she'd let him drive her baby. He didn't even have a permit yet. Even if they were friends--which Cat wasn't sure of right now since Gary had been making all sorts of changes to her without her permission, she loved taking this car out for a ride! For absolutely any reason she could think of!
Before she could protest, though, Gary gunned out of the spot, hurtling into the street far faster than she was comfortable with. Cat's bountiful chest bounced as they hit the curb, one of her tits popping out of her bra.
"Gary!" she exclaimed. "Pull over now! You don't know how to drive!"
"What are you talking about?" he said, his face slightly strained as he overadjusted the wheel to avoid crashing. "You've been teaching me how to handle this baby ever since you got it!"
More memories flashed through Cat's mind again, and she fought hard against them. Something seemed so wrong about remembering events that had never happened. Yet... they also seemed so... real. She feared for what would happen if he ever made her remember growing up as a girl. Or worse... having sex...
I've got to get that card away from him before he makes any more crazy changes!
But then, Cat realized she was relaxed. And her boob was no longer hanging out of her bra. In fact, Gary was now driving down the road like he'd been doing it for years.
"That's actually kind of scary," he laughed confidently. "I can totally remember you teaching me how to drive. How your shorter hair was in a pony tail every time because you were afraid it would get in your eyes and you wouldn't be able to stop us from getting in an accident. How hot the seat belt between your boobs look was. Gosh I was turned on by everything at that point, wasn't I? The difference two years makes..."
Cat remembered. She'd put her hair in that pony tail just for the reason he said. But the seat belt thing was just something she had to deal with. It was a girl thing. And having huge boobs made it pretty uncomfortable. But she hadn't really noticed until he'd pointed it out.
I guess I'm used to it now.
"I can't believe you let me drive this thing when I was fourteen," Gary continued. "But I also remember that definitely not happening. Weird... Anyway, thanks for letting me drive, Kitty. You're just as sexy now as you were back then."
Cat got a weird thrill when he called her by the name she'd suggested, and she beamed when he called her sexy.
Damn this magic! I can't help but feel so happy when he compliments me!
Name: Catherine "Kitty Cat" Gibson
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Hair Color/Length: Blonde/15 Inches
Eye: Blue
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 105 lbs
Body Type: Sexy
Face: Pretty, cute
Cup Size: D
Social status: Popular
Voice: High, sing-song
Speech: Girly, valley girl
Mannerisms: Sexy, girly, flirty
Clothes: Only wears sexy, revealing clothes. Only wears high heels. Always carries a handbag.
Makeup: Always wears full makeup. Frequently primps.
Nails: Always wears long nails
Habits: Often visits nail salons. Often gets a makeover. Frequently drives around in her Porsche.
Interests: Makeup. Clothes. Shopping. Social media. Caramel Macchiatos.
Traits: Vegetarian. Goes out of the way to act girly and sexy. Slowly becoming attracted to boys. Dislikes people of lower perceived social status. Thinks of herself as a girl.
Memories: Daddy buying her dream car. Teaching young Gary how to drive.
