Michelle, with an explanation at first

The Calico nekomata was dressed in the same outfit you remember her having in first period: a pale blue sleeveless shirt, and dark pants that were somewhere between yoga and sweat but definitely not jeans. She also seemed to have her illusion back up as her fur appeared completely white.

“Sorry” she said, and you realized you’re still completely topless. Reflexively you covered your breasts with your hands and jammed your palms right onto your hard nipples. Your moan was met with her looking away.

“Yeah I should have told you to let it dry. Girls who have any amount of my...stuff on them who touch themselves basically get hypersensitive parts and feel compelled to jill off.” Well that explained at least most of what happened. “Your nipples should be normal enough for a bra in a half hour.”

“Thanks, any other advice?”

“Yeah, don’t have any milk for the next two hours, and fish for four. Restarts the Thank You.”

“What?” Her sentence made no sense. Than you heard the ding of a notification from your phone. Jess must be changing reality, trying out those new social things you read in the patch notes.

“I said thank you. I mean I never did say it while you were a guy, and I feel bad about that. It’s not every guy that would go out of their way to get condoms that would actually work on my body chemistry.”

So now you and Michelle had been boyfriend and girlfriend, or at least fuck buddies. Did Jess know you two where talking or was expecting to surprise you with a catgirl lover?

“It was nothing, really.”

“Pfft, yeah right. I can read the price tags even if the cat stops me from buying them. I kinda feel bad about you having extra, maybe I should get aaare you eligible for the program?” The next reality shift really messed with you. You were in a much bigger room, almost three times the size. There were still all the other things, your tiled bath corner, a hanging display for your PE outfit, but also there was a coffee table, a loveseat, and what you assumed was Michelle’s stuff in the form of another locker, a second display stand, and a selection of fur brushes. Michelle was also now half naked, as topless as you were. She seemed to be reacting to a new letter poking out of your bag.

“I...haven’t read it.”

“You should, it’s best to know. I remember getting my rejection, it was hard but if I never read it...” she trails off, looking distantly at a point on the floor before sitting on the loveseat.

“You ok?” You ask, sitting next to her. She looks at you, and leaps into a full hug. You trying to suppress your moaning is successful for a little bit.

“Christine never read hers and I always wonder what would have been if she did.” In between the increasingly intense waves coming from the fur on skin contact on your nipples you find it hard to make a coherent thought. It takes way too long for you to connect the dots that Christine is Michelle’s twin. About that same time you realize Michelle has stopped hugging you and is stammering an apology.

“It’s ok.” You try to say, but you don’t understand her at the moment and you doubt your mouth’s ability to do anything but moan.

Reality shifts again and the whiplash is jarring. Not because you can tell anything has changed, but because you’re able to think again.

“...thinking we never even figured out what our relationship is, so they think I’m fine cheating on my, what did they call you? I think it was my ‘de-dicked boy toy’ or something like that. So that’s when Kimberly came up and they got right out of there.” You seemed to be wearing only panties, Michelle was at the very least still topless. Now you two were across from each other at a small table, sitting on a soft pad Japanese style but with European style tea cups, saucers and pot. There were even scones on a plate off to the side.

“You ok?” Michelle asks, “you seem to be zoning out a lot.”

“Yeah,” you say, finally recovering from the sudden change in your body’s sensations. “Just...today’s been a lot.” Michelle nodded

“I get that. Today has been a lot on you and I’m afraid I haven’t helped on that front as much as I could have given the...” she gestures to her top set of boobs.

“It’s fine, really.” She smiled

“Thanks for saying so but I should know better. Only way to be immune is to have your dick grow back; and if they don’t accept you into the program the chances of that are pretty low. Three out of ten possibilities, each with only a ten percent chance...that’s.

“At most a three percent chance, provided that every possibility is equal and no unknown variables occur.” You blurted out, silently cursing your own magic. Besides you know there’s no way every possibility it equally likely as Jess has the power to mess with that.

“Yeah so, you gonna read your letter from them?” She looks at the envelope at your right labeled ‘Genitalia Reversion Program-Masculine.’ You picked it up, finding it pretty light, even for a normal envelope. Ripping it open you find: