A Waifish catboy Tortie

Your confused mind finally slips you out of reality and into a swirling dreamscape. You find yourself walking down the streets of your old home, back on earth, but rather than walking tall and upright, you're low to the ground, padding softly along on all fours. You find there are too many people for you liking, or at least, too many people that can see you, and vault your way up onto a nearby fence. Your mind takes you all around your old haunts and hideouts, but you finally find yourself back in your bed cuddled up in a comforter and purring softly. It isn't until a beam of warm morning sunlight falls on you that you finally wake up.

Your eyes creak open softly, and you begin to purr immediately... Only, you're no longer on your bed, but tucked away in a bedroll in the wilderness. You're also no longer a cat, but yourself. Or at least you feel a lot like yourself. Something is direly different. The purring rumble that stirred in your belly has settled down and you utter a soft mewl. Before freezing in shock. Did you just mew? You clear your throat and find that it's a brighter and higher pitch than before. A soft "clunk!" sound assails your ears and you realize that all the sights and sounds around you are so much more vibrant, and insistent. Your ears twitch at the sounds, and you desperately grab at them feeling two fluffy little triangles of flesh sticking from the top of your head. You feel along their length, and touch the soft velvety insides. Your ears twitch involuntarily. That tickles...

Your attention turns to your hair, which now hangs in your face with shaggy bangs. It's messy, thick, and fluffy, but still silky smooth. You realize with surprise that part of your bangs are dark orange, while the rest is black. You hear another "Clunk!" and leap up to all fours, with your tail raised high like a flag behind you. You bristle, as you feel your body light up with goose bumps, but realize you don't actually have any body hair rise with it.

"You've finally returned..." Lovara begins. "Tell me. What did you dream?"

"Wha- ugh..." Your voice is light and unfamiliar and you cough. "What did you do to me!"

She merely smiles. "I have fulfilled your fate..." she states cryptically. "Here, behold." She passes you a small mirror with a slightly foggy screen.

You pad up to her, and tentatively take the glass from her hand. She prowls around behind you as you examine yourself. Your irises are slit, and your vibrant green pupil is wide, nearly taking up your entire eye. Your brow line and eyes have become smooth and curvy, with a distinctly feline taper to your lid and lashes. Your face has become smooth with the softest tan and without a hint of a morning shadow. Your nose has turned up at the tip and glows pink ever so slightly. You bare your teeth and run your tongue across a thin set of delicately sharp canines. And lastly, you examine your body, thin, waifish, and embarrassingly smooth. Any sharp definition of bone or muscle is now evened out by your soft skin.

You realize with some distress that you're very androgynous, and with a quick cop, sigh as you confirm you're still a male where it counts. With a peak you realize that while you may be male, you've become quite tiny, and let out a mrowl! in distress and surprise.