The Cat’s Meow

Tim would have been lying if he had said that he wasn’t curious about how his newly transformed body would look wearing the one remaining outfit from the bag that he had brought with him. At first he had thought that he’d get through the weekend without an excuse to put it on, but Vanessa and Sarah’s sexual hijinx that day had **** his hand. With the rest of his clothes now in the wash, he had the excuse he needed to be a little daring and put it on.

It went without saying that Tim had never worn a corset before, and while the feeling of constriction he felt while in his leopard-print bustier was unpleasant, he cherished the looks of absolute lust he had received from both Vanessa and Nancy. The stockings, platform heels, g-string, and cat ears rounded out the outfit, causing him to feel exposed, which in turn gave him the feeling of being sexier than he had ever been in his entire life.

He had spend extra time remaking up his face to match his dramatic outfit. Bold, dark eyes, rich, deep coloured lips, and intense contouring on his cheekbones make the who look come together.

After shooing the mother/daughter duo away from fawning all over him, Tim sat down in Vanessa’s office and opened the textbooks he had brought from home. Before he dove in, he sat back in the leather chair, crossed his stockinged legs, one platform heel suspended above the hardwood floor, and allowed himself to text Rhian for a few minutes. She missed him, of course, and Tim reciprocated the feeling. How was it that he had formed such a deep emotional connection with all these women so quickly?

After taking a couple selfies and texting them over, Tim put his phone on silent and lost himself in his schoolwork.

It must have been two hours later when some noise in the house pulled him from his concentrated state. Women were talking, which should have been no surprise, but someone was calling his name.

Tim placed a bookmark in the book, closed it, then rose from the chair, stretching the muscles that had become stiff during his study session. Then he made his way toward the entrance, the feeling of walking on his platform heels giving him a longer stride, a taller stance, reminding him of how he used to be. Rounding the corner, he saw Vanessa, Sarah, and a newcomer. She was a tall woman, at least three inches taller then Tim was even in his platforms. Her hair was dark, her skin was pale. She was thin, but showed good muscle tone on her arms. And while she was gorgeous, she was a complete stranger.

And Tim found himself standing before her, fully on display in his outfit. Normally he would have get utterly humiliated, but with his tits hanging out they way they were, all he could think about was this stranger drinking in his image, her first impression of him as a sexual being.

“Tim!” Sarah said in a happy tone, “you look beautiful! I’d like you to meet Alexis, my wife. Alexis, this is my boyfriend, Tim.”

The stranger crossed her arms in front of her.

“What the fuck is going on here?”