Dave is still insane

Dave: "Hello there, gorgeous!"

Sophie: "Oh lawd."

Dave approaches you very non-casually, hands clasped, wobbling on and drooling like a zombie. Seems that making yourself prudent had no effect - you're a walking mind breaker. You make a mad dash back towards the safety of the utility closet.

Sophie: "Stay the fuck away!"

Dave: "Uggg.... Boobs... Booooobs..."

Now'd be a decent time to deploy your little secret weapon. You toss a few of your lewd photos towards Dave, who stops in his tracks and picks one of them up to ogle it. He doesn't budge, hardly even blinking. Even prodding him on the arm just prompts him to shoosh you away.

Sophie: "Hah. These little paperslips are a sex-zombie's ticket to staredown town, and my ticket out of this hell!"

Eventually, you manage to escape the building by sowing around selfies whenever you encounter more people. Some just stare, some renounce their unfaltering affection towards the pictures, some masturbate. All are incapacitated.

From here on, you don't have any plans. Where on earth could you even go without having to fear roaming hordes of crazed fuckos? Men and women alike fall prey to you. Children hopefully don't, but you're not planning on testing that hypothesis any time soon. For now, you decide to hole up at your own house.

The very next day, as you contemplate on cutting a burkha out of your bedsheets in hopes of getting treated marginally better in public, your brand-new-spanking cat ears pick out quiet talking from outside. Curiously heading towards the living room, you're majorly startled after a group of black-clad military men with opaque visors kick your front door in.

Agent 1: "Subject at ten o'clock. Engage!"

Sophie: "Hey, what gives?"

Not having time to dodge or even voice your concerns, the foreign group launches a net towards you. Seems that your transformation didn't entail cat-like reflexes. They drag you out to an armored van with no windows and toss you in, driving away.

Two hours later the van stops and the engine dies down. The backdoor opens directly into what looks like a liveable area, into which you sheepishly enter. Someone begins to talk to you through a mic in the ceiling.

Voice: "Please remain calm, SCP-42069. You have been forcibly relocated as a means to supress your anomalous influence from the public. Due to your cognitohazardous properties, we must take certain measures to ensure that you do not come into contact with human beings."

Sophie: "Uh... o-okay...?"

Voice: "Food and a small allowance for acquiring entertainment will be provided to maintain humane living conditions. For the time being, you should start getting used to your new home."

Sophie: "Well that's just fucking great."

ENDING 38 -Cat Is in the Bag-