Along the way she gives you more clothes

You sit on the bench next to her, when she snaps her fingers at you. "You will not share the bench with me." You lower your head and leer your discontent at her, but as soon as her eyes grab yours you nod and curl up under the bench. As she snaps the reigns, and begins the journey you realize that you're actually quite comfortable tucked away underneath the bench, hidden from the world. You also realize how much size you've lost over the night. The bench is quite small, yet you still fit under it tidily. You hadn't had time to take stock of it in the midst of running about and packing up this morning, but you're no longer the broad shouldered man you once were. You can't quite tell how little you've become curled up as you are and so push the thought from your mind.

You sit, and wait, and wait, and wait. This journey is much longer, if only for the lack of conversation, and every time someone passes you on the road, you hide a little deeper under the bench and behind the tent created by mistresses skirts. After a while you climb into the back and stretch out. You hear the tinkling of your bells, and press your hand to them to stop the noise. Mistress has not seemed to mind your being back there, but when you make for the chair she firmly but warmly says "Chairs are not for animals.", So you curl up on the floor and rest again.

After a time, Lovara calls back to you. "You have been good, so I will provide you with clothing for the next town." You look up hopefully as she tosses back a black and purple garment. It's very lightweight and you realize it's the tasseled sashlike skirt that you tore. Despite being for women, you shamefully conclude that it's better than nothing. As you slip it on you find that It's rather large, which is a surprise, considering how much larger you used to be compared to Lo... Mistress. On one side the tassels hang low and nearly brush the ground, while on the other side, it rides up very high showing most of your upper thigh. You hold up the garment with one hand and swish the fabric around. You admire it for a moment, noting with surprise that you feel very comfortable in it and find that you look pleasingly cute! You smile warmly, and realize that if not for the slash in it, the garment is a very fine material. You glance up and spy mistress looking back at you appreciatively. Her smile is genuine and her eyes are bright with contentment.

Bashfully you drop the skirt and look down. However the feelings of comfort and cuteness only increase. These feelings aren't your own, you realize, but rather mistresses thoughts of you. In rebellion you resolve to hate the dress; it's stupid dangly tassels, its feminine designs, how it splays out around your hips, and dances lightly in the air as you move, and sways erotically with ever.... "MREOW!" You shout. You look away from your mistress and pout as you curl up on the ground again. "I'm only wearing this so that I'm not naked." You insist to to the open air. Lovara merely smiles.

You look up and hear a sound. It's a rustling and jingling sound and you realize that your mistress has entered the cart with you. Some time had passed, and you had actually slipped into a contented mid day nap. Realizing that the cart still trundles on, you peak out the front door and see that the reigns are holding themselves, and the horse is staying perfectly on the path. ... Autopilot. you muse.

Mistress is now staring at you with a delighted grin on her face."I've decided that I will dress you up more than this for town. I will delight to show off my new familiar."

You share her enthusiasm and smile at first, but keep your reservations firmly in your mind. These are just her emotions impressed upon you after all... Aren't they?