All of the above

The reflection greeting back at you is unfamiliar. Downright alien! Not only are you suddenly a seven-foot tall fur-clad amazon with cat ears and a long meandering tail, you also have a monstrously large and sickeningly hard cock hanging proudly at full mast. Yet despite these vast alterations to your being, it all seems to fall into place naturally - as if some ultimate **** of deviancy had skilfully handcrafted every curve and contour slapped onto this body. There's no denying that you're staggeringly beautiful and bodaciously sexy.

Mouth hanging wide open and yellow cat eyes constricted, you step closer to the sheen mirror surface to reaffirm what you're seeing. Just to check and double-check that this isn't a trick, a hallucination or perhaps a dream. To account for your newfound height, you have to crouch down - your flexible and strong legs performing the feat with effortless dexterity. Feels like casting away the shreds of your previous, unathletic and rigid body.

This mysterious, monstrous and megalomanical mishmash of a figure diligently mimics the smallest of your moves from the mirror. It's definitely for real.

Sophie: "Wow."

That's all you say at first. It's all you can say, and frankly the only reaction needed. Everything about you just works so well, it speaks for itself.

You curl both of your arms into modest but hard bicep bulges, relishing in the divine feeling of blood pumping in the marbled muscles underneath the silky smooth fuzzy fur. Oh yes, you bet you could squash an anvil into paste between your bicep and forearm. You lightly caress the tip of your sturdy, veiny penis with your puffy, prehensile tail. Even the lightest touch lets you experience all the thrilling, hair-raising heights of sex.

Clearly whatever the hell is going on with this sudden transformation has been well thought out. You've been every bit primed for performance and perversion.

Questions run through your head. Surprisingly, the foremost of these isn't "Why did this happen?" or "Why me?". No - you're wondering:

Sophie: "What's next?"

You don't know. This all came up so suddenly that you're unsure of what to do. On one hand you want to rip off the shreds of your clothes and masturbate furiously and endlessly. On the other you want to go out and fornicate with the first three hundred people you see. Maybe you'd want to conquer the world under your iron paw, or maybe go on a mad rampage to destroy everything.

The possibilities squirming in your head are nearly debilitating. A sexy beast like you should have the world as her oyster in short order no matter what you do. It's inevitable that your presence will rattle windows and toss wigs. You're now hot shit.

And it's suddenly become a chore.

Sophie: "All of this... it's just too much, I can't handle it! I almost feel dizzy..."

Against the howling commands of fetishistic opportunities tugging you in every which way, you forego adventuring and world-changing.

Sophie: "The world can run along without me for a day or two. Eventually I'll have to reveal myself but..."

For now, you pull out a good book from the shelf and settle down on the couch. Your fur is like a snug blanket, and the sofa feels soft as a pile of pillows in comparison to your ultra-hard muscles. Your erection goes flaccid.

A light summer rain falls on your window sill, silently driving off the sweaty heat and bringing in a cool breeze. The rush and clamor of life outside subsides into a trivial background noise. So do your horny wants and needs slowly silence themselves. You're at the focal point of your own life - your own story.

You are, for now, happy.

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