A sinister gift?

The more you look, the more your mind comes to accept this reality. You're... a cat... person. Catboy. Cathuman? You don't know what you should call yourself. You feel the long and delicate hands of the witch on your shoulder then hiss and throw the mirror. You turn around to face her, but quick as a flash she slaps your face. "No!" You're shocked both by the act, but also by how viscerally you feel her discipline and disappointment. You feel the sensation fade, even as you see her face soften. "You are now mine, my pet, my familiar." Her hands go to her hips and she cocks it out to one side. "You are a demicoro now, a half animal, and I will not tolerate such behavior."

Your anger rises again, and this time you take a swipe at her with your sharp nails. You were a bit confused as you had intended to punch her, but your confusion doesn't last long. Your strike only served to rip her skirt. She looks at you angrily and slaps you again, though not without control. "I told you what is expected of you. For striking mine, you will go without your clothes." She glares at you sternly and brandishes a knife, seemingly from nowhere. You intend to resist, to strike back, or just to run, but you find that her gaze has cemented you to the ground. You feel her disappointment and her discipline so personally again, but still scowl at her angrily. "You no doubt know my exact thoughts of you and intent towards you." She begins dryly as she cuts your shirt free. "We are bound by this feline soul, me the dominant one, and you the submissive one. You will feel my thoughts towards you..." She cuts free your trousers, and takes your coinpurse, tossing it to her wagon. "And in time you will come to need me, and to love me." She finally cuts your undergarment. "But these times are still difficult." She states matter of fact, "and you will learn your place first. "She tosses the shredded garments into the embers of the dying fire.

Finally, you feel a little freedom in your mind. "I can't go naked!" you shout bashfully immediately trying to cover you tiny cock and chest (Why did I cover my breas... my chest?) You wonder.

"oh no?" She begins. "You are naked now, and you are just fine. Tell me why do you need your clothes? Hmm? You are a beast now, a Demicoro. You have no need for the clothes of people."

"But, I , I still..."

She interrupts you. "But I will be kind, where you have been cruel." She pulls something, a ribbon, from a purse around her waste. "You will beg to wear this, and I will give you your new clothes. The clothes that I deem you will wear."

You realize, that the ribbon is a collar. A collar for a pet. You reach out for it, but she slaps your hand away, then reiterate. "You will beg." The collar is woven purple lace, and carries the designs of exotic flowers. Hanging from one side is multiple concentric ribbons, and from the ribbons hangs three teardrop shaped bells. You roll your eyes internally. Even on this world, bells are for kitties... not that you're a kitty you remind yourself staunchly.