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Chapter 7 by TeratonArm

Can Felicia hold back the sneeze?

Nope!

"Ah... Ah.... Ahchoo!"

thud

"Mreow!"

"Goddamnit."

Felicia was kicking herself, even as, almost instantaneously, her human form shrunk and shifted into that of a housecat. Her short brown hair lightened to a more orange-tan shade, covering her new, small, quadrapedal body instantly as, true to the idiom, she landed on all four of her feet as her human form had fallen off balance.

Importantly, she found herself in the annoyingly familiar situation of having to worm her way out of her own clothes. Everything below the waist basically fell off in the instant she morphed, her panties catching for a moment on her tail, and her bra was easily shrugged off as Felicia exited the pile through the neck hole of her t-shirt. Frustratingly, cats didn't really have a gesture equivalent to a frustrated sigh, because that's what Felicia would have been doing if she had been able. For now, her tail merely twitched behind her in annoyance.

"Of all the times to turn..." Felicia thought, pacing around her shed garments. She couldn't do a damn thing to fix the air conditioning like this, and the full-body fur coat wasn't helping her beat the heat any, either. As much as she hated people seeing her like this, she'd need help; if not to do the repairs, then to at least get her back into her own room until she shifted back. On the other hand, she could just hang out in the attic until she turned back, and then give fixing the machine another shot, without having to show herself to anyone.

Does Felecia go herself, or does she wait it out in the attic?

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