Monster town

I wake up from the bright sun shining through the gap in the curtains; it works better than any alarm clock. Today is Saturday, but I can't sleep in. I've gotten used to waking up every morning with the first rays of sun on my face. Even before opening my eyes, I stretch and feel a lightness in this action, as if I can do it better and these stretches barely wake up my body. I fixed my hair, and my hand lingered on my head. There was a lot of hair, really a lot. I opened my eyes and brought a strand to my face; it was my red hair, but not the length I was used to. It was very long, like a girl's. I suddenly stood up and realized that going to the hairdresser was not the worst thing; everything felt different, as if my body wasn't mine, and my brain couldn't process these sensations. I looked down and froze, staring at two mounds of flesh on my chest. In disbelief, I reached out to touch them, and again, my brain couldn't fully process it. It wasn't just because I had just woken up. My gaze darted from my chest to my hand, which was now one and a half times thinner and had black, sharp claws. I jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror, ready for a scene from a movie like "Boy in a Girl's Body" or something about gender transformation, but no, what I saw in the mirror completely broke my brain. I couldn't even be surprised; it was probably shock. I was just processing the information from the mirror. Looking back at me was a cat-girl, like in some damn anime. I took my tail and brought it closer to the mirror, looking at myself, my gaze darting around. I didn't understand what I wanted to notice, maybe some kind of undo button. Maybe this is a dream? I noticed a poster behind me in the mirror with my favorite football team; I could read the text, which meant I wasn't asleep. I dug my claws into my tail, and it hurt, so much that I hissed at myself, or rather, herself, like a cat. I needed to overcome the shock, to calm down, to start thinking rationally. I sat on the bed. Damn, I needed to get used to sitting so I wouldn't pinch my tail with my butt.

I started with my hands, or paws; I wasn't sure yet. They were soft and feminine but had wild, sickle-shaped claws at the ends. I touched them with the fingers of my other hand, and yes, they were sharp, like weapons or blades. A feeling or rather a sensation appeared, and I listened to it. The claws slowly retracted into my fingers, leaving small, sharp, black nails. Great, I discovered new muscles in myself. Now the tail, it was red, not too fluffy, but damn, it had fur. Just like with the claws, I listened to my new body and learned to control it. It was harder; there were many muscles and positions, but it was real. My ears were soft and cute; I could twitch them a bit, but mostly it was reflexes. I carefully ran my paw over my face, touching my new whiskers; they seemed fragile. Suddenly, a spasm twitched the left side of my face. I remembered seeing something like that in cats. Okay, I'll play with my face later. I lowered my head and looked down, seeing my own face and two breasts. These were real breasts; I had never seen them in real life, but this wasn't how I dreamed of meeting them for the first time. With bated breath, I reached out to touch one of them. It was a sacred moment and complete nonsense. I touched the underside of the breast with the pads of my paws, and it was amazing. A sharp wave of pleasure with its epicenter in my finger rushed through my body. I didn't need to be asked twice; I cupped the entire breast, and my paw brushed against the pink nipple. If there was a wave of pleasure before, now I almost lost consciousness from the ecstasy. My breathing faltered, and my vision darkened. This was pure magic. To hell with the tail and whiskers; this was worth it. I cupped my breast with my other hand and started enjoying the sensations. I felt the ecstasy forming in my chest, like a warm ball getting denser and denser and moving down. Then I remembered the most important thing, the thought my morning-shattered brain tried not to think about, the thought that made the ball of happiness inside me burst into nothing. Lying on the bed, I pulled down my boxers. And I saw nothing, really nothing, just a mound between my legs. I took my phone and used it as a mirror to examine my... My brain still couldn't handle this thought; it just shut down as if the needed word was missing. Yes, I looked there, and there was a fold, a fold that expressed nothing. I was scared; I took a deep, shaky breath and spread my legs. Under the fold was another small, pink fold, all wet, probably from my massage, with two small petals. I was really scared to touch it. But I made an effort and touched the outer fold. Pleasure shot through my nerves on the left side; I gasped, and this gasp was far from masculine. I tried to spread my vulva fully with my fingers, and these shots of pleasure hit my brain like a machine gun. I was on the verge of losing consciousness again, and my mouth opened in a guttural meow.