A catgirl.

I examined my hands and feet. There was a hint of feline claws to my nails. And my pointed cat ears twitched on the top of my head. That was all that betrayed my state. That and I was tiny and voluptuous as only a gengineered petgirl could be. I looked at my reflection of the hatch glass. Large innocent eyes and a cutely sensual face. I was so sexy!

“Alright girl, out you get,” one of the handlers said as he opened the hatch and beckoned me out.

I felt an odd thrill of enthusiasm. A desire to please and obey. A small voice in the back of my mind told me this wasn’t right, wasn’t really me, as I clambered out and on my hands and knees nuzzled his hand affectionately. My new breasts swayed prettily and I shivered with excitement at his touch. He seemed so big. So domineering. I really liked that. Did he like me? For some reason I really wanted him to like me. That wasn’t me... but there it was. I moved forward and rubbed my flank against his leg. He patted my bare rump and I sighed, back arching, eager for him to pet me. My nipples hardened with a noticeable crinkling of flesh. I bit my lip coyly.

“Good girl. You’re perfect. Your owner will be here soon to pick you up... he will be pleased,” he praised me.

I nodded. Basking in his attention. My owner. Anthropet’s were owned. I was property. I knew that. But it didn’t really sink in until now. It made me feel giddy with pleasure.

I let out a cry as the handler pushed a hypo into the back of my neck and inserted a chip tracker. In the back of my mind I knew this wasn’t good. If I tried to escape anyone that knew my transponder signal could find me easily. I was trapped.

The handler ruffled my ears and I purred contentedly, tracker forgotten. Why would I want to escape my owner? I wondered idly. It was a good question. I struggled to come up with a good answer. Because... I was a spy? A man...? Oh yeah. That’s why.