A companion

Hard as he may, James couldn't at all recognize the voice that had talked to him. It brought no memories of anyone he had ever met or listened to. Suddenly, he noticed there was someone else in the room with him.

He looked to his sofa and saw a completely black cat sitting in it, staring at him intently.

"Took long enough for you to notice me", the English voice told him, coming straight from the cat. James was absolutely dumbfounded as he stared at it. A talking cat? What the hell was going on?!

"If you could keep yourself from freaking out, I guess you could say I'm your companion, for lack of a better word that does not give away anything. Now, I believe you were about to head out?", the cat told him before pointing to the door. James tried to calm down for a minute before trying to talk to the cat.

"Are you crazy? I canpt go out looking like this, in this body!", he told it, genuinely not wanting to do something so humiliating. His current clothes felt more like a sexy Halloween dress than actual clothes someone might wear.

"Well, it does not look like you have any other choice, does it? You need to go out at some point, and those clothes don't seem to be coming off", the cat commented, and James knew it was saying the truth. With a heavy sigh, he walked again, falling into the routine with worring ease as he swayed his femenine hips and headed to the door, opening it.

If he wanted to fix this he would need to read, maybe the local librarby would be a good place to start, he thought as he didn't notice the cat laughing michevously before dissapearing.