You wake up sore, but with a soaring spirit.

Becca is still wrapped around you when you wake. You don't have to pinch yourself to make sure this isn't a wonderful wet dream, because Becca is chewing on your arm in her sleep. At least, you hope it's in her sleep. That, and the bone deep soreness from a night of enchanted euphoria is enough to tell you that while details are hazy, you definitely hooked up with your hot roomie last night.

"Oh good you're awake CHOMP finally. Now we can PURRRR play again." Becca kisses you softly where she bit you hard and you realize with a sweltering shiver that you would be willing to let her make that trade anywhere on your body she wanted to snack and suck on. You are a little worried how smitten you are with the sex kitten, especially since you suspect you only escaped becoming her **** last night by the skin of your teeth.

Your worries will have to wait, as Becca apparently wasn't asking if you wanted to play, but in true feline fatale nature, informing you that you were about to be played with, and giving you the option to play back or lay passively paralyzed by pleasure as she licks her way down your beautiful body. You opt for the latter option at first, if only because you are still half awake, and your dream girl is gorging on your glistening mound, moaning between slurps, "So SLURP when did LICK you first realize LAP you were SHLLP really a MMPH girl?"

The question hits you harder than the orgasm Becca pries from your stiff, semi slumbering body with her talented, tender tongue. The answer hits you even harder, as your brain is barraged with bliss and still trying to orient itself to the waking world, answers so honestly that the answer ends up surprising you. "Juh UH AAH UNH just NNGG noOOoOoOoow!"

Becca pauses midpurr and pulls out of your pussy leaving a strand of saliva and slippery squirts that looks so appetizing that you almost forget why she looks so stunned. "Wait...is that true? Did you just SNICKER cum out to me?" Becca's smile drops when she sees the confusion on your face, but it busts wide open when you start laughing yourself, embracing the absurdity as well as Becca as she climbs up your body to hold you tight so your sides don't split wide open.

"Hee hee hah SIGH heh...sorry, it's not funny, I guess? I mean, I suppose it's always obvious in retrospect, but until I said it out loud, I couldn't get out of my own head enough to recognize the subtle hints like constantly turning myself into a girl every chance I got and thinking of myself as a girl and wishing that were true, oh and attending a women's college as a woman and having what might be the gayest sex ever." You are feeling giddy and giggly as you babble. You feel silly, but Becca makes sure you don't feel stupid, kissing your chin and petting you possessively as you babble.

When you finally wind down with a little whimper as she bites your neck and then kisses it, Becca responds, "Yeah it can hit you like a freight train hauling flattering face apps. I know my transition was a trip, but I am kinda sworn to secrecy on the whole AMAB to catgirl pipeline. The important thing is that any landing you can walk away from is a good one." Becca goes quiet as you curl around her and you are not so sure the curious kitty landed on her feet after all, or if she has walked away from it all the way yet, but you feel like you don't have the connection with her to press it yet.

You home in time that Becca can become more than a roomie with benefits that might also be plotting to make you her pet. Perhaps, you will master your arcane abilities after you attend your classes and...and it hits you, "Fuck my ass! I'm gonna be late to class!" You pop out of bed, bones popping like rice crispies and joints feeling worn to the nub, but you ignore the pain and quickly get dressed in the first clothes you can find, which happens to be one of Becca's pleated pink skirts, a silk blouse, some knee high socks and your white sneakers. It almost looks like you did it on purpose and sets off your purple hair nicely.

You don't have time to admire yourself or even answer Becca's half joking jibe, "But if I fuck your ass, won't you be even more late to class?" You race out the door and blow Becca a kiss, looking forward to learning more about her even more than what you might learn in your first course.