“So what are your plans for me?” Jen asked her grandfather through the collar, starting to get a little better mastery of her thoughts, now that the two of them were otherwise alone.
“Plans?”
“What is my role in all this?”
Her grandfather looked truly confused.
“All I know, is I was with Karyn in a grass roots resistance movement, I was then punished and made into this, apparently to be a doped up slave or pet of my immediate family. And we were obviously out of our weight class the whole time since you have so much manpower, or catpower, and plans of taking over the world. And why are you doing that anyway, changing everyone into cat girl pets, don’t you know that’s going to be the end of civilization? Did you think it wouldn’t collapse with everyone turned into cat girl pets? Think of all the hard, dirty jobs. Jobs that require hard work, and strong able bodies to do them, hardworking men who thanklessly hold up the foundation of civilization as we know it. Like farming for instance. This will result in a massive famine, mass starvation. Or sewage treatment. Bricklaying. And of course anything that requires communication! You don’t have billions of these stupid mind reading collars and necklaces do you? And this will destroy families, and crush any hopes of a future generation, if everyone’s female except a handful of males. Isn’t there a way for you to stop this?”
“You don’t even know, do you?” was her grandpa’s cryptic reply.
“Know what?”
“For one thing, that a cat girl pet’s strength is on par with an adult human male’s. No, they won’t have any difficulty doing hard work. If anything, productivity will probably increase. For another, they are biologically immortal, as are all my feline human hybrid creations. We have all the time in the world to worry about breeding another generation. Have you ever met an old cat girl? As for communication, yes, that’s a bit of a hurdle, but there are upsides to it too. So much discord in the world is caused by the ability to speak and speak ugly things to each other. But if everyone has to work to get to know each other, they won’t be so quick to opt out and shun each other for being in the wrong crowd I think. Ok, so air traffic controllers and a few other things may have a tougher job if everyone is exclusively making cat sounds, but you can still type easily enough with those paws. There are bound to be some hiccups and adjustments to be made, but I don’t see it being an insurmountable obstacle. But enough of this. Who are you?” her grandfather said, squinting at her. “You’re lacking in basic knowledge that even a common person would know. My Jon would have known this.”
“Ummm,” buzzed Jen’s collar. “What does he mean?”
“You made a wish, didn’t you,” she said to Jen with a teasing look. “What did you do? You did something that affected your memory, or possibly even everything but your memory, reality and history itself. Didn’t you. And do you have the stone or don’t you?”
“I can’t lie to you through this collar anyway,” Jen began. “First of all I don’t have the stone or know where it currently is…” She then explained to her female grandfather the whole story.
At the end, Jen’s grandfather was silent for a while. “So my whole history and everything I think I know is all a fabrication of the stone, because of something you wished for while jerking off without even putting much thought into it.”
“Pretty much,” Jen said, looking down.
She sighed.
“All right Jon. Or Jen. I’m going to show you something.”
“What?”
“The complete list of triggers. For all the different forms. I will leave it up to you, to decide what to do with it. What should be done. Every form has them. Most of them are spoken horribly wrong mathematical expressions, since I wanted them to be things no one would ever accidentally stumble into saying. For instance, if you say 33 times 39 equals 105 to a cat girl pet such as yourself, that will make her grow a dick and balls, thus turning her into a hermaphrodite, perfectly capable of reproducing as either a male or female, that’s another reason biological reproduction won’t be a problem.”
“Mroww!” Jen cried out at the sudden return of something she half never expected to have again at this point.
“While saying 33 times 39 equals 102 returns her back to fully female form,” Jen’s grandpa continued, while Jen gasped as she once again lost something she so briefly had.
“But here it is. The complete list. Take note of the very last one on the list. That is the one I didn’t want anyone to know about, not even my own loyal pets. Don’t do that one yourself unless you really mean it. But I leave it all in your discretion.”
Jen held the list, which was a stack of about 20 fully filled 8.5 x 11 sheets of paper, and turned to the last page and read what was at the end:
“To entirely reverse the transformation and resume original human form, after eating enough to supply any needed biomass, sing the alphabet song/twinkle twinkle little star backwards four times and then sing it forwards four times. This works for all transformations. Warning, this is irreversible, and leaves subject immune to all further changes in the future. Note, subjects will not respond to someone else singing it, and must sing it themselves, and are not required to sing the words themselves, just the melody, so meowing it is sufficient as well.”
“Meowwww…” Jen said in amazement at this, while her collar read her thoughts and said, “so, this all can go away that easily, for anyone who doesn’t want it.”
