Pet the kitty

You take solace in the familiar and go to pet the reclining feline.

As you do so you hear a soft feminine voice speak directly to your mind, ignoring the troublesome venture of going through your ears.

"That's nice, I hope you enjoy this world. It seemed in line with your desires."

You take a step back and stare at the cat.

It sits up and stares back.

"Cat got your tongue? Don't worry, you have adopted the life of a famous male in this world. One the 25 male candidates that can become a presidential Courtesan. Other countries will treat you with respect of course, if you wish to travel. You also have a large, somewhat rabid, fanbase."

The cat stretches

"You can call me Christy, I am your liason. You were randomly selected to be part of our trans-reality reincarnation program's test phase."

You angrily start to protest but are almost immediately shut down.

"We took you from your dying body, you want to go back to a corpse? No. Didn't think so, also this reality is most in line with what you wanted anyway. Opulent life, high statis, sexual prowess and adoring public. What's not to love? Also almost every female on this planet is packing a cock. Just like you always fantasized about." She adds watching you face as you take all the info in.

"Don't you worry, play your cards right and you could have the leading Futa in this country wrapped around your little finger. No need to thank me, but I am sure you eventually will." The cat treats you to a particularly predatory smile.

"Anywho, I have to go check on some other clients. Enjoy your time, I'll check in with you again. Might even use my human form."

And with that the cat disappears like morning mist evaporating.

You try to process it all as you listen to the gentle sounds of breakfast cooking in the next room.