Neko Slutkitty

The words tumble out before your brain can catch up - "Neko Slutkitty!" The sound of your own voice, pitched higher and breathier than you've ever heard it, sends a shiver through your new body. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, slick arousal already dampening your inner thighs at the pure humiliation of what you've just named yourself. Your tail curves up playfully behind you, betraying your excitement, while your cat ears perk forward with eager attention.

Dr. Jasmine's face lights up with genuine delight. "Perfect! Oh, that's absolutely perfect, sweetie." Her fingers fly across the tablet. "Neko Slutkitty it is. I'm updating all your identification now - government records, bank account, social media. Your old identity is being archived. You're officially reborn." She looks up with that predatory smile. "And speaking of your new life, BabeLyf Inc has wonderful news!"

She turns the tablet around to show you images of a sleek apartment tower overlooking the ocean. "We've set you up in a gorgeous one-bedroom apartment at Siren Tower, just outside Sydney in Bondi Beach! You're going to absolutely love it, Neko. Private beach access from the back of the building - shared with other residents, of course. Ocean views from your balcony. There's a massive gym on the ground floor, and you're surrounded by cafés, restaurants, nightclubs. It's so much nicer than that cramped place you had before in Melbourne." She scrolls through more images. "And the best part? The whole building is BabeLyf residents. You'll fit right in with all the other transformed girls and their partners."

Your new address flashes on the screen: Unit 47B, Siren Tower, 156 Campbell Parade, Bondi Beach, NSW.

"Now then," Dr. Jasmine continues, her tone becoming more businesslike, "let's talk employment. Per your contract, you need to work at a BabeLyf-partnered workplace for the next year. If you want to switch to something non-partnered before that year is up, there's a penalty fee of one million dollars. But trust me, honey, these partnerships have amazing benefits."

She pulls up a list on the tablet:

"Option one: Receptionist at Carver & Associates Legal Firm in the Sydney CBD. Professional environment, great pay.

Option two: Sales associate at Luxe Fashion Boutique in Double Bay. High-end retail, commission-based.

Option three: Personal assistant to Marcus Chen, CEO of Chen Industries. Executive support role, very prestigious.

Option four: Hostess at The Velvet Room - it's an exclusive members-only club. The tips are incredible, but it can be... intense.

Option five: Dancer at Purr Palace Gentlemen's Club. You'd be perfect for their 'exotic pets' specialty nights.

Option six: Adult content creator for KittyKat Productions. They specialize in pet play, breeding fantasy content, public scenes - basically everything that makes you wet just thinking about it, nya?"

Dr. Jasmine saves the best for last, leaning in conspiratorially. "And option seven - this one's special. We have a subscriber, a successful tech entrepreneur named David Morrison, twenty years old, absolutely gorgeous. He's been looking for the perfect submissive little pet wife to spoil completely. You'd live in his penthouse downtown, wear a collar with his name on it, and your entire job would be satisfying every single one of his desires - sexual, emotional, domestic. He wants a catgirl he can breed, ****, show off, pet, parade around. Full marriage contract included. You'd never have to worry about money again, and honestly Neko, you were basically designed for this role."