But now that things were a bit calmer, maybe, I could try to communicate with her. And if she saw the difficulty I was having with it, maybe, just maybe, she would try to give me my voice back, and uncover the fact that she wasn't able to do so, and learn the truth about the permanence of wishes, and at least that would halt her from causing more damage than she had already done.
"Merowww..." I said calmly, holding a paw in the air level. I pawed to my desk, almost tripping, not used to my hindpaws, and their natural digitigrade stance, which wasn't even consistent with the rest of the parts of my legs. Fortunately indeed it seemed calmer heads were prevailing. I tried to grab a pen. I held it between two paws. I sat down on my chair.
"MMMrrrrrr..." I cried in pain. I had just sat painfully badly on my tail. I was going to have to be careful of how I sit for the sake of my tail, for the rest of my life. What a shocking realization that was.
"Oh, let's see if you can write like that," Sarah said with amusement. She saw my attempt at communication as a game, not understanding the seriousness of the one piece of information I most wanted to express. But she wasn't even going to give me a chance. "As fun as it might be to experiment around like this, words can come later though," she whispered in my right kitty ear, as she sensually stroked it with a finger, causing it to reflexively flick. I realized, she must have put down the stone. If she was still holding it, I wouldn't be able to get within an inch of her, which means she couldn't have gotten close enough for her subtle touch to tickle my ear. I could maybe attack her now. Was that the best plan? If she got back to the stone before I knocked her out, or otherwise incapacitated her, that would have just gotten a violent reaction and been taken as intractable, irredeemable betrayal. Here in Sarah's mind, she was teasing me and treating me quite nicely, and I was completely overreacting, because she had no idea that she had actually deeply harmed me in any way. She scritched at that ear, and I started purring. "How do you like being a kitty girl?"
"Meoawwww..." I answered, interlaced with the purr. Honestly it felt fucking amazing and I loved it. I mean, ok, it's not so bad.
"Oh my god, that's so cute..." Sarah beamed, ruffling my ears some more. "Yeah, I gotta make you furry all over..." she excitedly squeaked as she jumped back to grab the stone.
"Mewwwwww...." I complained.
"I wish, hmmm, except a cat isn't... I wish, Jon's nose and mouth were more catlike and that Jon was furry over the whole outside of her body, except her lips, eyeballs, and rhinarium." Well, that was it, I thought. I'm a furry now. Or rather, an anthropomorphic cat girl. A furry is an awkward dude in a costume. I'm an anthropomorphic animal, what a furry wishes he was. I felt my nose and mouth push forward, and saw my nose further forward in my field of view than it had been throughout my life until now. I guess this was a view I would have to get used to. This is how it would be, from this moment on. What a shocking thought that was.
The granting of the wish made us both look away. I patted at my new body as I looked at the deeply soft, tabby fur that covered every inch of my skin. I continued purring. Ok, I could admit, it wasn't really all bad. And if I could just get her to understand about the drawback, even if she could not restore me to my original body, she could enact significant damage control, like wish that no one would find my new body or speaking disability to be shocking and irregular, maybe wish for me to have a stylish magic pet collar that would speak on my behalf my thoughts that I would want to speak. Not every thought. Would have to be careful about that! I could live like this if it didn't make me a monster in the eyes of the human species and we put in some clever workarounds. We weren't past the point where it would be a nightmare, if only she stopped right here.
The question was, was she finally done now? Was she going to wish for still anything more, to make the balanced on a knife-edge situation completely unsalvageable?
