Cat awoke to the sound of her alarm. Groggily, she opened her eyes, and was confused to see that it was still dark out.
She rolled over to turn off her alarm and check the time: 5:00am. Why on Earth is my alarm going off so early? School doesn't start for another three hours.
Cat lay back down, shutting her eyes again. Trying to fall back asleep, she could feel the still-foreign weight of her boobs on her chest, and the mess of her hair around her head. She tried to ignore the sensations, hoping to catch a little more beauty sleep before waking up to get ready for school.
Getting ready for school.
Cat groaned. You can't go anywhere without looking your best, Gary's words echoed in her head. As tired as she was, she had a nagging feeling that she was never going to be ready in time for school if she went back to sleep. And as much as Jon would've hated it, Cat simply could not bring herself to fight her newfound compulsion. She needed to look her best.
"There's, like, totally no way I need to be getting up this early," Cat sighed aloud as she sat up in bed, momentarily taken aback as she was reminded of her new voice. Femininely pulling her hair out of her face, she resolved that she'd use the extra time to come up with a plan to confront Gary about all the additional changes he'd been making yesterday.
Letting her instincts take over, Cat minced to the bathroom to take a shower. She hadn't realized how many soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and other products girls used but also somehow her new personality knew that they were all necessary. Despite being perfectly smooth and hairless already, she found herself shaving her legs too.
Daintily stepping out of the shower, Cat instinctively wrapped a towel around her bust as well as wrapping up her hair. She'd hardly had time to wonder how she knew how to do that before she was back in her room sitting cross-legged at her vanity, blow-drying and brushing her voluminous locks. Once her hair was dry, she used a curling iron and hair spray to style her hair. Soon, her hair was back to the flowing, shiny look of a model that she first had yesterday.
Primping and fussing with her hair to make sure every strand fell perfectly, Cat glanced at her phone. 5:47am. Had she really just spent the better part of three-quarters of an hour on just her hair? At least I look good, Cat thought as she tossed her hair over one shoulder in the mirror seductively.
Cat couldn't stand looking at her bare face a second longer, however, and quickly moved on to her makeup. It was the first time since Jon had become Cat that she was applying the full face on from scratch. She started with various creams, lotions, and concealers that Jon would have known nothing about. Cat, of course, was an expert, using the various tools and brushes with precision despite her long girly nails. Without having any memories of Cat's life, Jon had no recollection of how to do this or what was coming next, but as soon as she was done with one thing she would effortlessly and with a skilled hand move on to the next. Cat bronzed and highlighted her face, attended to her eyebrows, and spent a considerable time expertly applying a dramatic yet not too over-the-top eye shadow look with various palettes and brushed. She added eyeliner and mascara before putting on false eyelashes. Finally, she carefully filled in her lips with lip liner, lipstick, and a layer of gloss.
Cat pouted for a quick Snapchat selfie before noticing that she had spent over an hour on makeup! There was about an hour until school and she hadn't even accessorized at all or chosen an outfit. Inwardly, Jon gawked at herself for just how full-on this morning routine was, and she wasn't even done! The popular girl personality took precedent though, and in spite of her own awareness of how over-the-top this was, she could not even imagine bringing herself to stop lest she not look her absolute best and be caught seen looking anything less than perfect.
She quickly removed her fake nails with acetone and carefully applied a girly new set of pink press-on nails. The girls at Starbucks saw me yesterday, I can't have them see me wearing the same nails again! Of course, there was no way for them to know they were just press-on nails, but she knew. I need to visit a nail tech soon and get some acrylics done, Cat mused. That way, with a professional nail job, she could get away without feeling the need to change them every day.
Satisfied with her handiwork, Cat got up and pranced to her closet. Opening it up, she gasped girlishly, bringing her hand up to cover he mouth in a caricature of femininity. It was huge! Her closet was now filled with to brim with woman's clothing. Cat noted, with a feeling of pride, how sexy the assortment was: short skirts and tight dresses alongside revealing tops. She found herself selecting a set of lacy underwear which seemed to be designed more to show off her assets than to support them.
She spent a lot of time deciding on an outfit for the day, finding herself torn as she tried to choose something that matched both her makeup look and her nails, while still being suitably revealing to give the boys something to look at. What? Consciously, Jon made a feeble attempt to choose something sensible but it was ultimately in vain as she was drawn to, and eventually settled on, a black top with a plummeting neckline that showed off so much boob she wasn't sure if it could still be considered cleavage, along with some equally-revealing short shorts that tightly hugged her large ass. She chose an expensive Louis Vuitton handbag to complement her outfit.
Feeling like the sexy young woman she was, she suggestively posed for herself in the mirror before she moved back to her vanity to complete her look with some jewelry. She selected a few necklaces, with one specifically long enough to nestle between and draw even more attention to her large boobs, along with a few girly bracelets and rings and an anklet. Finally, she put on some slutty, oversized hoop earrings.
Glancing at her phone, she saw that it was 7:36am already! So much for coming up with a plan for confronting Gary.
"I am, like, so vain!" Cat admonished herself, hardly believing that she had just spent over two and a half hours on her own appearance just for a day at high school. Jon couldn't fathom how unnecessarily long she had just taken on her own girlish looks. Who changes their nails every day? Gary has turned me into a parody of a girl! The worst part was, she couldn't even bear the thought of taking any of this off; she simply had to be seen, and she had to look good. She couldn't wait to see the looks on the boys' faces. She giggled at the thought of it. What am I doing?
Speaking of the boys, she realized she had missed a message from Gary: "Good morning Cat! I can't wait for your day at school. Come pick me up and we can drive in together."
She had to go now if they were going to be on time. Hurriedly, she decided between a massive assortment of shoes. Most of them had huge high heels, and seemed more appropriate for a night out clubbing than a day at school. She noted that there were actually two or three pairs of flats and sneakers, but she couldn't even make herself consider wearing them. As much as Jon wanted the reprieve from wearing them, the mere idea of not wearing high heels somehow seemed ridiculous.
Choosing a pair of four-inch heeled booties, Cat felt happy and confident in how she looked. She quickly checked that she had all her makeup she'd need for touch-ups throughout the day, as well as her phone and wallet, before slinging her handbag over her shoulder and sashaying her way out of the room.
She click-clacked down the stairs, giving her daddy a peck on the cheek as she grabbed her car keys. She strutted over to her pink car, hands held daintily up by her sides as her hips swayed seductively from side to side.
Sitting in the driver's seat, she quickly checked her hair and makeup in the rearview mirror. She frowned; only a few moments outside and her hair was already losing its perfection. She ran her fingers through her hair a few times to get it looking right, and decided that she needed a bit more color in her lips. It had, after all, already been an hour since she'd done them.
Cat was halfway through putting on a new coat of lip gloss before Jon realized how absurd she was being. Embarrassedly, she put away the lip gloss, "Like, OMG Kitty Cat. Pull yourself together!"
Turning on the car, Cat gasped girlishly as she felt the car hum beneath her. She unnervingly noticed that her new vagina enjoyed that sensation. Shaking that feeling off, she adjusted her top to show as much cleavage as she could before reversing out of the drive.
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 her 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. Thinks of herself as a girl.
Memories: Daddy buying her dream car. Teaching young Gary how to drive.
