It's... interesting

James left his apartment and made his way downstairs desperately trying to ignore the way everything jiggled and swayed with every step.

"Jeeze" he grumbled "how do women, um, other women that is. How do they deal with this?"

Of course, he knew the answer to that. They were just used to it and unless he could figure out a way to change back he'd have to get used to it too.

Outside, the street was oddly quiet the usual hum of the city muted for once but James hardly noticed. Focused on finding some answers he started walking toward the library. He'd only taken a few steps when he spotted the cat trotting along ahead of him. They go about half a block before the cat suddenly veered from his expected course. Instead of continuing toward the library. He dashed across the road and down a side street. After a moment's hesitation, James followed the cat wondering what had got its attention.

There didn't seem to be anything noteworthy about the road that would justify a detour but the cat seemed intent on the end. Running full speed past the line of parked cars.

"Hey!" James called after the wayward cat "Where are you going? The library is this way. Get back here..."

Perhaps unsurprisingly given the nature of cats he ignored James' protests but his shouts did not go unnoticed.

"Hey baby," a gruff voice called from above "what's the matter, having a hard time controlling your pussy?"

Looking up James saw a shirtless construction worker leaning over the scaffolding. He's laughing at his double entendre and openly staring at your tits. Unused to such blatant attention from men (or women for that matter) James blushed and looks away unable to meet the man's eye.

"Ha!" The builder laughs "Don't pretend you're shy. A hot piece of ass like you doesn't walk around dressed like a hooker by accident. You love me looking don't you slut?"

Too mortified to respond James attempted to cover what he could of his cleavage while backing away.

"Aw, don't run away sugar tits" the builder's mocking laughter followed his retreat "I won't bite, not unless you're into that! I bet you are though. All you sluts are kinky bitches are."

James was on the verge of running as the man's taunting rang in his ears only the brush of something warm against his bare calf stopped him. Glancing down he saw the cat. How it had covered the distance from the end of the street to here so quickly James couldn't guess but since that wasn't even the third strangest thing to happen today he didn't give it much thought.

"You aren't going to let him get away with that, are you?" The cat asked with a challenge in his green eyes.

"What can I do?" He hissed back "Look at him, he's huge! He'd break me in half and that's old me, before I turned into one hundred and five pounds of tits and ass. Now he could..."

He shuddered at the thought of what a man like that could do to him now.

"Tsk, still thinking like a man," the cat said with the kind distance for humanity only a cat can manage "like muscles are the only kind of strength. You know what you can do to him, what's inside you. Just let it out."

As strange as the cat's words were they resonated with James somehow. He felt their truth in his bones, along with a deep well of power. Suddenly he was no longer afraid but angry. How dare this overmuscled clod speak to him like he's some piece of meat? He'd show him, he'd show everyone!

He drew the power he could sense, gathering it, focusing it into his hand until sparks danced around his fingertips until he unleashed it on the hapless builder with a snarl. Power arched between the man and James connecting them for a moment then vanishing.

"What the fuck!" the obnoxious worker swore, stumbling back "What the fuck was that? What did you do lady?"

James was wondering the same thing, what had he done? He'd acted on instinct, without conscious thought. What effect would the strange power have, would it have any at all?

Too stunned to reply he simply stood his ground and waited to see what would happen next...