grooming, obviously!

You sniff the air, your newly enhanced feline sense of smell now hitting you with new emotions and thoughts. First you smell your own arousal in the form of your sex fluids. It's a strangely erotic scent amplified by a second scent that permeates the room. It's a pleasant musky smell. You become consumed by lust to find it. You move around your room, sniffing the air until you find the many sources of the scent and become equal parts aroused and disgusted as you find the intoxicating scent to be your own, emanating from your laundry and bed. A sick pleasure surges through you as you drop to your knees with lust. 'my own male scent is turning me on. Will all male scents do this' you think as you sniff yourself realizing you are drenched in the smell of your former form. 'ok, shower first before my own scent drives me insane with lust.' with Cat like grace you move from your room to the bathroom. You lock the door behind you and jump into the shower. You make that mistake of turning on the shower before considering your new form. The water steams hit your new ears and the now more open ear cavities become itchy and uncomfortable as water enters them. On instinct your ears fold back to protect themselves. You quickly change your approach and switch to a bath instead. You sit in the tub, beginning to soap up and clean your soft nubile body. The water causes you skin to glisten, it almost shines on the light. Your hands begin to slow as you choose to simply enjoy the pleasure of touching this ideal flawless body. Your fingers tease your unblemished skin and you feel a jolt of pleasure at the feeling. your body jolts with every time your hands hit a sensitive spot. You cup your breasts in your hands and reach a peak point where you would orgasm, if only that were possible by your own hand. Satisfied that you are clean but not yet ready to face the world, you decide to relax and soak for a bit. You close your eyes lay back in the warm water and let out a small sigh. You sit like that letting your mind clear of arousal and any intrusive thoughts. After an indeterminate amount of time you, begin to notice the extent of your bodies changes. Never opening your eyes you listen and hear your mother in the kitchen chatting with your dad, your sister still snoring, you can even hear some children playing outside. You Marvel at just how acute your hearing has become, as you would not be able to hear any of this normally. Your new heightened sense of smell begins to pick up several aromas whafting through the house. The smell of moms pancakes, your old body's smell diminished in here still longer somewhat, two distinct yet sweet smells that you assume must be your mother's and sister's. The final musk is bold and stimulating, it makes your body tingle and you realize it's your father. you take a deep breath to calm yourself, as you consider the booms your new form has. 'i can hear everything said in the house. I can smell who is around and where they have been. And if this trend continues I can assume that no amount of darkness will keep me from seeing what's around me. On top of that my body is a perfect representation of a catgirl in appearance and ability. I should be able to run, jump, and slip through tight places. The witch made a mistake, she gave me a body capable of escaping! All I have to do is stay on the run and use my new superpowers to keep to myself.' the inner monologue continues 'unless, I don't want to. Mother of a new race almost sounds appealing. And think of all those lonely men who my children could help. Men like I was, pathetic and in need of love.' you eyes shoot open at the thought and you jump from the bathwater to grab your phone. Your not sure if the witch will answer but you have to know. You text the witch.

"what is your curse doing to my mind?" you stare at your phone as the dots indicate her typing an answer.

"I told you you have become your ideal woman Body and mind! you are now a submissive aloof catgirl ready to imprint on your mate and serve his needs for the rest of your life. And all your children will share your curse doomed to grow up and be submissive catboys and catgirls ready to serve whoever they imprint on for the rest of their lives. So choose you mate carefully and teach your children to do the same because once imprinted there is no going back. You should consider just giving up and having some kittens. Think of all the lonely people a race of subservient cat people could help, an entire race dedicated to serving human lovers."

You feel Ambivalence towards this, your oldself disgusted at the thought of becoming the mother of a **** race, the new cursed part of you screams with pride and arousal at the erotic thought. your cursed mind amplifies the later feeling as your own perverted mind remember every erotic fantasy you had on this with the only difference being you are the girl. You are pulled from your thoughts as you hear your father downstairs telling your mother he is going to have a shower. You have to leave, get back to your room before he ascends the stairs. You are at a crossroads, your mind addled by the curse. Dispite everything you are vividly aware that if you give in to your curse it will swallow your mind and you will know only happiness in your servitude. But you won't be human anymore both literally and figuratively as your curse will change you to much, but you will be happy. What is more important a life of endless happiness as a servant or your humanity and self-determination? You snap from your thoughts and realize your father is about to reach the stairs. you have to leave now or be cornered by your father.