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Chapter 7 by WhiteFeathers WhiteFeathers

So what to do with this TV watcher?

Let her get through the day before starting on the real trials.

Kirsty just sat on the couch and didn't do anything for rest of the day, yet none of her parents really minded her nor did her waste of a space Brother even interact with her. She was confused why no-one was noticing the changes, hell she even went through her records and everything showed that she was this growing up.

Dinner was done silently as it usually was, her father wasn't acting like he needed to fuck her again was pleasant, despite the fact that the condom on her penis was still painful, she for some reason couldn't disobey him at all.

Sleep came quickly, even if unknown to her that Chris had undone all of his previous edits.


A new day was starting and Kirsty woke up at 5 am as usual to stretch. Her mind was going to yesterday as she went through her stretches, she didn't do anything while having that weird fever dream with her being so very different. She dreamed about having a perverted freak and having sex with her father, though she did wonder where all those ideas came from.

Kirsty cooled down before checking in the mirror and noticed finally she somehow went to sleep without any clothes on, that and her cat fur on her ears, tail, legs and feetpaws seemed less glossy then normal, sometimes being a catgirl was very irritating for Kirsty especially when other catgirls or other 'mythological' girls that live on this world were seen as more better then the abundant catgirl.

Kirsty still wondered why it was only woman that were born differently since it didn't make any sense whatsoever that the men didn't actually have any extra parts on them, but she really shouldn't be thinking too much about it since it's been like this in this world since as long as she can remember. She doesn't even know why she was asking these questions since she didn't think about that before, at least she thinks she does.

Collecting her thoughts she thought about what she wanted to do today, since at 6:30 she had to go to her Archery club and then once club finishes in two hours she'd have to go to her classes, she had the great luck of unintentionally irritating a memory eating woman who took all the memories of learning stuff for high school so she had to go through all of that again. Atleast she had now the chance to get some friends, last time it was a very lonely and she at least remembered being told she should find some friends somewhere else she wouldn't be good enough in communicating within the work place.

She stretched her final stretch and looked at the clock and saw it was 5:15, the usual time to stop stretching. With that she took out her undergarments and uniform; taking in the light blue blouse, blue vest, white jacket, the light blue and blue striped tie and the white and black plaid miniskirt with a tail hole. It was an average uniform for here in Tokyo, Japan.

Her parents had brought the family here because Japan's less hated viewing of girls, aka females without any animal parts. The rest of the world is sometimes very cruel to those who don't fit the norm, hell Kirsty had quite a few times with her Aikido training and her catgirl agility that she had to save a girl from being harassed by boys who wanted a weaker target. Still the culture shock was a bit harsh on her, though her mother had taken to it like a fish to water and her father worked actively against it since in his eyes these traditions were to harsh. And Chris... well beyond being **** to be more into his education, Kirsty really didn't know how he handled the whole situation.

Is she interrupted while she showers or further on the day?

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