David

"Yes! I want it, nya!" The words spill out before you can stop them, your tail thrashing excitedly behind you. "I'll be his trophy wife! When can I meet him?"

Dr. Jasmine's smile is predatory and satisfied. She taps rapidly on her tablet, her red nails clicking against the screen. "Perfect choice, sweetie. David is going to absolutely adore you." She holds up the tablet to show you a contract - pages and pages of dense legal text that makes your head hurt just looking at it. "Just press your palm here to sign."

You press your left hand against the screen without reading a single word. A pleasant chime sounds. "Congratulations, Neko Slutkitty Jackson," Dr. Jasmine purrs. "You are now legally contracted as David Morrison's prospective wife. The prenuptial agreement is binding upon marriage consummation, which will occur within seventy-two hours of your first meeting."

She stands, gesturing for you to follow. "David wants to meet you tonight. He's sending a car to pick you up from Siren Tower at 7pm - that gives you plenty of time to settle into your new apartment and freshen up. The car will be a black Tesla Model X with license plate DMorr-01. Don't keep him waiting."

Your pussy clenches at the authority in her voice, wetness trickling down your inner thigh. The sports bra feels impossibly tight across your F-cups, and every step in these heels makes your breasts bounce obscenely.

"Now then," Dr. Jasmine continues, leading you down a sleek corridor, "let's get you to your new home. Your belongings from Melbourne - what little we could salvage - have already been moved to Unit 47B. Your phone has been updated with your new identity and all your social media has been converted to reflect your transformation. Your friends and family have been notified via automated message that you've undergone voluntary transformation through BabeLyf Inc."

She hands you a small purse - pink, naturally - containing your phone, a key card, and a compact mirror. "The key card opens your apartment and gives you access to all Siren Tower facilities. There's a welcome packet waiting for you with building rules, gym hours, and information about your neighbors. Most importantly," she pauses at a set of glass doors leading to the parking area, "remember that you're being monitored. Biometrics, location, purchases - we track everything to ensure your health and safety during the adjustment period."

A sleek white autonomous vehicle waits outside, its door already open. "This will take you to Bondi Beach. Enjoy your new life, Neko. And do try not to be nervous tonight - David specifically requested a virgin catgirl who orgasms easily. You're going to have a very memorable evening."