Get called into her office

Sophie: "(My office, right now. And bring that peach-perfect butt of yours along.)"

She ruffles your hair, knowingly kneading your adorable ears as well. You're slightly uncomofrtable, but relieved that she didn't call you out in front of the whole office, or fire you for that matter.

Stacy leaves without even demanding you to remove your hand from your pants. You suspect that your newly sex-ified body yanked on some primitive chain in her brains, prompting such bold actions.

After gathering and tidying yourself up, you literally hightail over to her office - your tail seems to have slithered up your back, only to tense up into what can only be described as a cord of spring steel.

The door to Stacy's office opens slowly, as you meekly peek your head through.

Sophie: "Uh, you-"

Stacy: "Close the door and take a seat."

Your cat eyes can see clearly even in the darkened office that Stacy has made herself comfortable. She's sitting on her table stark naked, holding a whip. She really must be trying to make an impression - her exposed labia is pressed up against several unfinished reports still carelessly strewn on the table.

You shakily make your way over, nervous of even the slightest rustle of carpet aganst your shoes. At an arm's reach away from Stacy, her expression turns authoritarian and she points a finger to your nose. You lean back and move your crossed eyes slowly up from her fingernail onto her face.

Stacy: "(You've been a bad girl, haven't you?)"

Sophie: "(Y...yes.)"

Stacy: "(Tell me what you've done.)"

Sophie: "(I... masturbated in my cubicle.)"

Stacy: "That doesn't sound apologetic enough. I need to hear some florid language before I'll even think about punishing you."

You bust out the breathiest, most pleading tone you can muster.

Sophie: "(Oh, Miss Hinders, I'm ever so sorry for satisfying my dirty little needs on your valuable time... I've no concept of what came over me...)"

Stacy seems unimpressed. More notably, she spots something moving under your hat and decides that headwear indoors isn't appropriate and snatches it away from you. Two perky cat ears plop up, and you instinctively shake your head adorably.

Stacy: "Oh... What have we here? Is this my subordinate at all, or has a playful little kitten wandered into the office?"