Doesn’t matter, reality is still being messed with.

Unfolding the letter you found it was constantly shifting. Words would replace other words, the font would change constantly, and at least some of the paper was convinced it was supposed to be in Japanese, Korean and Vietnamese at the same time.

A moment after taking this all in glowing red letters appeared over the page, almost holographic.

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You looked up at Michelle’s expectant face “I can’t read it, it’s just a garbled mess to me right now.” She nodded knowingly while pouring herself some more tea.

“Brain stuck thinking it’s not English? I remember having issues like that. But at least I only had to deal with getting Japanese and Egyptian Hieroglyphics zapped into my brain. You have what, like 5 different Asian ones and Dutch?” She sipped her tea, and than added a bit of honey to it. “Dutch must be why they gave you to a European tea set. I just get little statues of Bast in both her forms.” She glared at something over your shoulder while the tea set gained a floral pattern.

“You seem unamused to be compared to a goddess.” You moved to sip at your tea, but noticed it was flickering between green, black, and a light lavender shade you had never seen before for tea. You decided to wait as you were definitely not prepared for something change flavor while your drinking it.

“Oh no, Bast is great. She’s a protector, guardian and is second only to Sekmet in fighting. But Bast Hathor...ug. I’d take Sekmet Hathor instead, or Thoth Hathor, hell I’d even take Anubis Hathor, at least the myths we have of them are quirky and weird fun. All we have for Bast Hathor is the same story over and over again: she notices a cat **** that can’t be overlooked and forces the transgressors to sire a new litter. Repeat with minor variations for about fifty myths, give me a break.”

Your tea had settled on being a dark translucent pink so you took a sip. It tasted like green tea from a discount brand and left a pink ring on the inside of your cup. Meanwhile the clothes rack behind Michelle was flickering between being a clothes rack and being a very tall and large cat scratching post. Michelle’s hair also began changing styles and colors.

“...it’s just ridiculous, I subscribe to the theory that the Bast Hathor myths are leftovers from a previous fertility god before they became little more than an alternate form for most of the pantheon. It would explain why Sekmet Hathor changes completely from lioness to cow unlike the rest of them and it would be very similar to what happened when Artemis and Hestia merged.”

Michelle obviously had a passion for this stuff, she was so animated, excited really, to share her thoughts on the subject that you couldn’t help but find it endearing. It helped that as far as you’re concerned she’s actually managed to have a consistent topic and line of thought while reality changed around her. She a had gained two tails, bringing her total up to four, while her hair had finally settled on a pixie cut, it’s color becoming a very deep shade of purple.

“...just mashed them together so consistently over such a short period of time that the single joined deity is the one we have most of records of today. I think a similar thing happened in Egypt when they tried to explain a Changed Broodmother who didn’t fit in their original ‘Hathor’ umbrella, probably actually a Lioness at first because Sekmet goes full cow, but obviously their cat changed were more common and most were priestesses.”

She showed no signs of slowing down, if anything as she changed she got more intense and excited to share. Next to change was her fur, still calico but different pattern and the black spots were actually the same deep purple as her hair. Her lowest three sets of breasts all disappeared as the top two sets became larger, the lower pair now only a little smaller than the top pair.

“...and of course it explains why there are no records of a cow or bull deity found. Once they turned Hathor into -insert god here- Hathor it wouldn’t make sense given all of them gain some cow traits.”

Her hands were next to change, going from relatively large hands with claws at the end to become more paw like with shorter fingers and pads. For the barest instant you see her having tea in a saucer to lap out of, and huge claw marks in the table. But just as instantly each paw hand was back to what they were before, now with rings on each ring finger. Michelle played with the ring on her right hand and you could briefly see runes faintly glowing and the ghostly image of the paw hand. You briefly wonder why go though the trouble of that interim reality but brush it aside figuring it’s because you see all the changes.

“...like How Artemis is commonly depicted with a set of stag antlers, but only after she merged with Hestia whose most common form until then was a doe changed.”

You’re pretty sure you missed a change to her legs though the table as all the sudden she was sitting differently. But you did notice her eyes going from purple to having the left be electric blue and the right golden. Her face rehaped into something much more human no longer having a muzzle but a very small cat like nose over, lips were same orange as some of her spots. A black leather collar appeared around her neck, with a tag you can’t read from across the table. Her clothes finally settled on a long black shirt that was practically a dress as it appeared on her.

“...for all we know the events could be linked mildly, but there’s a five hundred year gap so likely we’ll never know.

Than you noticed was your boobs felt different, you couldn’t say how but they just did. They had gotten a little smaller while you had watched Michelle’s changes. It wasn’t a lot, they were still huge on your small frame, but now they might be more manageable.

You had almost missed your butt getting bigger but you noticed you were sitting slightly different. Than a weird not quite anything feeling washed over you, as your body became well toned and slightly tanned. You could feel other things happening, like A sudden weight at your ears or belly button and a weird feeling around your toes but you couldn’t see what they were.

“...what I’m most interested in is how they decided on Bast for most of these myths.

Than it was time for your clothes, what appeared on you was what your magic knowledge says is the traditional dress of a maiden in service to a shrine of Amaterasu. What you see is a form fitting white silk dress with red trim. The skirt is slit all the way to your hip, the fabric is so light you can see right though it. A pair of magically attached wolf ears twitch in your hair, and you’re pretty sure you feel a wolf tail attached above your butt. Your shoes in the corner appear to be wolf paw slippers now, and you know the moment you put them on they’ll attach to you like the ears and tail.

“...it’s not like cat changed just go around spontaneously lactating. Hey are you ok?” She asked. “You seem zoned out.”

“Oh...I was thinking. About my outfit.” You’re pretty sure she doesn’t believe you.

“Well alright.” She looked at her phone. “Oh crap, we’re late.” She lept up, and you followed suit. You can’t afford to be kept late when you have an appointment with the program after school.

You freeze. You don’t have an appointment, or at least you didn’t. Did you?