Bernie slumbered and had a.. really weird dream.
There was this huge cat… it was flying, dark as the night. A single collar on it lit with a giant silvery star and the most amused grin on its face. Bernie himself was trying to run away from it- not really out of fear, but there was this odd sense of play about it. He was moving from roof to roof, launching with slow speed in that dreaming strange way until he scuttled down a lamp post.
The giant cat in the sky gave one little wink, a single glowing light flowing out as it touched his neck forming into a collar. He gasped as his clothes turned into a cute dress.. a soft furry tail making it’s way. The giant paws started to mould his face.
“Neko Sister.. Neko Sister… Neko sister...” the voice echoed in playful tones.
“Uh.. no.. aa...” Bernie struggled but couldn’t move her hands. She was at the whims of this being and could do nothing. The whole cat-thing was just-
Beep.. beep.. beep…
“ah no.. aa...” Bernie felt those weird paws on his face. Lucy was ontop of him, doing something.. weird. Her hands were gently cupping his cheeks, running up and down at them. “Ah!” He fell off the side of his bed.
“Good morning big sister!” Lucy said, her pointed ears stretching to the side of the bed where her big brother fell.”
Bernie groaned. “Morning… what are you doing?!”
“Training you.”
Bernie got up quickly. “Training- what? Training me? For what!”
Lucy started to lick her hands as she jumped down off the side of the bed. The tip of her tail running along her brother’s leg. “You’re going to be as quick and as fast and as good as any cat-girl. I’m going to train you in everything!” She smiled looking at him expectantly.
Bernie started to get up. Thank goodness he was wearing his boxers when he slept. With a crazy sister around who seemed to not understand the meaning of privacy.. well.. it was something he tended to watch out for. “Lucy look- I.. appreciate this but-”
“Of course you appreciate it. It’s such an honour,” she winked. “I’ll be timing you now.”
“Timing me? For what?”
“You’ll see...” Lucy then gave a little wave before wondering downstairs. “I’ll see you at breakfast! ‘Big ‘sis’.”
Bernie sighed. “Great.. what’s inside her head now?” Hopefully this was going to be over quick. Though it was hard to get too mad at Lucy. His cat-girl sister was .. rather cute and he much preferred this then fighting like.. well.. cats and dogs with her. “Her tail is really ticklish,” he thought as he quickly rubbed his leg. Cat-girls were.. weird. Being related to one was equally weird but he did like Lucy. After quickly making his bed he went to the bathroom and showered. That weird dream was still on his mind, no doubt because of Lucy pawing at his face like that. He gave a slight shudder. “Urgh, cat girls,” he rolled his eyes. What in the world was he supposed to look out for?
He returned back to his room and started to get his clothes to change- when- he smelled something.. off. He glanced around in confusion. It was a very rank smell, and it didn’t seem to go away. He started to look around thinking it was near the window? Or.. on a shelf? No.. that wasn’t it… behind his desk? He kept on looking…
He saw something under his bed that could have been a sock. He pulled it out- “Oh yuck!” He gasped. It was a dead mouse…
“Well done big sister!”
Bernie turned around. “Lucy- what the hell is this in my room for!”
Lucy gave a mirthful giggle. “Training! You found it pretty quick… but you really need to work on your sense of smell. Don’t worry, I’ll make you into a cat-girl in no time.”
Bernie groaned. Thank goodness there was absolutely no way that could happen. It wasn’t as if humans turned into cat-girls.
Jon- the newly changed cat girl- indeed the only boy who knew she had been a boy from the outset that this happened absolutely had to sort out her wardrobe issue. She couldn’t be trapped for an entire year in dresses! She was quite mortified though to discover there were very few options available to her.
For some reason, cat-girls just didn’t go for pants. Perhaps it was the fur, the oddly shaped legs or it could even be culturally. Cat-girls were just proud to be cat-girls and liked to show it? The store clerk she spoke to seemed very confused on Jon’s desire to dress like a human. Then there were the stares…
People looked at Jon- it was… uncomfortable. They saw her and she could smell desire in those looks. It was not something she had any experience in. She pushed up her top a bit to hide her breasts at the top, forgetting that she had yet -another- set of breasts below and only started to show more of that!
The whole business had been more awkward then she thought it would ever be. She was tired, annoyed enough that her ears had flattened somewhat and- yeah she needed a long weekend to process everything that had happened.
“Is this even still my home?” She wondered. “My.. world? My universe?” Both she and Karyn.. were the only ones that knew things were not supposed to be like this. Given the stone made a new sister for Karyn Jon was worried others might have ended up ‘unborn’. However after a good look around everything seemed normal.
She had taken a bit more time to explore her new house. It was surprising to see very little had changed. Tabby was still the youngest in the family and Zoe was still into her ‘goth’ phase.
Tabby smiled and purred to Jon as she saw her. “You seem upset about something- what’s wrong?” Tabby looked to Jon concerned.
“Uh- it’s.. nothing. I was just looking at a few things,” she said uncomfortably.
“Karyn didn’t upset you in her sleepover did she?”
“No!” Jon gulped not even wanting to remember about that. “It’s not something you can understand,” she insisted. She looked to her again. “Tabby? What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“Uh well- I want to be an Architect,” she said smiling.
“Ah, that’s the same.” Jon said relieved.
“Same? As what?”
“Uh- the.. last time I asked,” Jon quickly said her tail flicking a bit anxiously.
“Ha ha.. Yeah I guess I do change my mind a lot,” Tabby said with a blush. “I have to admit I had no idea you were that good at video games yesterday.”
“I- well- I guess I had some practice.” Jon quickly noted that her cat girl self probably didn’t play quite as much. She wondered what she might have done before.. well.. never mind.
Tabby looked to Jon with that same concern. “You’re not pregnant are you?”
Jon coughed. “W-what makes you think that!” She cringed at the very thought of it. Then she remembered the other cat-folk who seemed to have quite a few kids. “I’m- I’m not- uh- I just- no I’m not. Never-”
Tabby looked surprised at Jon’s reaction. “I thought it was okay though? You told me once you looked forward to it.” She scratched her ears at the back with her fingers. “What’s wrong with it?”
Jon looked awkward as anything. “First of all- one should be.. at the right age-”
“Which happens naturally right?” Tabby asked inquisitively. “That’s what I was told in class.”
The older cat-girl groaned, putting her hands in her head. “I- I really can’t handle this conversation. I’m going to my room.”
“Oh.. okay,” Tabby watched her go still in great confusion.
