You've still got a dayjob, remember?

Before getting to decide on what to do, you're given a little reminder on what you should be doing. The alarm clock in your phone goes off again - thankfully, because you might've otherwise forgotten that you have work.

Sophie: "Darn it! I can't afford to lose my job. Not even if I can do literal magic; not in this economy, no."

You reel your sprawling tail backwards, until it's once again a cute and unassuming little trinket dragging slightly along the floor. While you can definitely pull it completely inside, this feels like the most comfortable length. Same goes for your ears - you could easily make them disappear amidst your hair like rising headlights, but they feel so much more natural hanging out.

Sophie: "I couldn't hold these in for eight hours, I'd feel like a jack-in-a-box about to explode! I guess I'll have to brave it and expose my felininity... Felineness- Cattyness? Whatever."

Thankfully you've got your own car. A car which, you have neglected to fuel on Friday. There are barely fumes left in the tank - you'd never make it to work with it. However, now you've got a little ace up your sleeve, with these extremely convenient reality-altering powers.

Sophie: "No fuel shortage is gonna stop me."

You twiddle your ears around a bit, and recite a few magic words to go with it:

Sophie: "Ala-cat-ZAM!"

The rusted, beaten-up hunk of junk you called your car is no more. In its place stands a shiny new, dare you say futuristic ride that looks so advanced it's probably fueled by compost and expells gold bars from its exhaust or something stupid like that. It's custom built-too - with feline-related decals and an atrociously cool paintjob featuring yourself as a hot catgirl.

Sophie: "Oh no, wait that's not a paintjob it's my reflection from the mirror-shone chrome, hah! Wicked, let's hear this baby purr!"

You hop in to the tailor-made ergonomic seat, and insert your key (complete with a Maneki neko keyring). At first there's a tinge of disappointment as the car doesn't make a sound - until the radio goes off, and you realize that this magic machine runs dead silently.

Sophie: "Aww. I wonder if I can still revv it up, though?"

You press the ignition down and floor the gas. The car, strangely enough, revvs exactly like a roaring tiger.

Sophie: "Lol."

At this point, you check the dashboard clock and see that you've got five minutes to cover the 20-mile distance to your workplace. You fumble the seatbelt over your newly-engorged bust and hastily set the rear view mirror.

Sophie: "Crud! This thing better do 400 miles an hour!"

Foolishly letting go of the ignition while keeping the gas floored, your suburbs suddenly become a blur. The car's acceleration is adjusted perfectly to prevent whiplash, but the G-forces alone would be enough to flatten a free-standing soda can. The car, appropriately enough for its top speed, takes flight.

Sophie: "GEEEEEEEEEEEEZUS F-F-F-F-FRICK!"

Before you can do anything besides squeezing the steering wheel with all your might and trying not to faint, the car gently sets itself down on the designated parking spot at your office building. With its jet-engine-containing wheels firmly back in horizontal position, the hyper-tech marvel of engineering looks almost like an ordinary car.

You let your breathing settle for a bit, in disbelief over your own livingness. Time until work starts? Four minutes.

Sophie: "Phew. Okay, just be cool, pretend like having cat ears is normal. Don't conjure anything too outlandish, I'll do fine."

As you enter the office, Pierre from PR comes running down the stairs. You tell him that no, you didn't see a jet airplane going past. While Pierre was too busy to pay attention to your looks, now comes the quite literal end boss of social interactions, in the form of your manager Stacy.

Stacy: "Sophie, what in St. Peter's third nipple are you wearing? Last time I checked we go by business casual here, not 'weaboo cosplay convention'! And what are those, have you stuck cantaloupes down your blouse?"

How do you respond to this?