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Feline Transformation (Siren13 & myself)

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Mizzet

Pulsar
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Jan 18, 2009
The campus was busy this morning, like every morning with students making it to there early morning classes. College was always like thus durng the beginning of each semester, once people got used to their new changing schedules did this ever die down and grow calm. Among the many students who where in a rush was Gene.

He was panting by the time he got into class. His first action after taking his seat though was to lok around the classroom to see if she was there. Gene was a rather socially awkward individual, with thick rimmed glasses and a not so impressive physique, he had been dubbed a nerd all nearly all his life. He was used to ridicule and torment from bullies, be them both boys, and sadly even girls. He had never dated before, only trying a few times and being shot down a number of times, in very harsh ways by his female peers. most simply called him creepy or a freak. So he poured his time in his books rather then with girls.

In high school he had been top of his class, hours of study and lack of a social life lead him to gaining entrance into such a esteemed school. However upon entering college, he noticed many where as smart as he, but one girl in particular always seemed to best him, and nt only that, but she seemed...normal. It would infuriate him how easily she seemed to know...everything! So like everyday he looked around wishing, almost hoping she did not come today, so he could be the egg head once more, even for a day.
 
Sianna walked into class, but without her usual confidence, this morning she came in the backdoor, sitting in the back after else had sat down. She was sporting a cute anime hat today with kitty ears attached to it, or so it would appear. If anyone actually looked close enough at her, they would see that it was a regular toque with holes cut in it, to let her new found appendages be out inconspicuously. Sitting low in her seat, she didn't even let the teacher know she was here, hoping to attend the class and leave without any attention. She noted with mild concern that Gene was once again looking for her this morning.

Sianna had a nice hour glass figure, with perfect (size preference?) cup sized breasts, and nice shapely hips. Her legs were a complementary length, clad in black snug fitting jeans and flip flops. Wearing an electric purple tank top underneath a black faux fur trimmed hoodie. Her face was clear and a little pale, she had nice lush lips, covered in a purple similar to her shirt, and gorgeous wide ice blue eyes, lightly rimmed in black eyeliner and mascara.

Sitting quietly, she listened to the lecture, taking notes dutifully. She had to restrain her hand from going up to answer questions, absolutely not wanting to be seen today.
 
He saw her come in, but noticed the Professor didn't notice or say a word if he did. She was late for class and going unpunished. He took notes, but from time to time would glare at her. "Whats with that stupid hat?" he said under his breath, maybe she was just trying to get more attention by dressing up like a child. He went back to the lecture and did little more for the rest of class. He heard whispering from time to time, her name coming up a lot as he listened.

"Shut up she isn't special damn it! [/s]" his mind screamed though his mouth stayed firm and shut. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling frustrated as he kept thinking about her and her dumb fashion sense. She had to be miss perfect, the person in the spot light. He hated it. She was not been really mean to him, on the contrary, aside from being better then him, and popular she had done nothing wrong in fact.

Once class ended he gathered his things quickly to leave, wanting to distance himself from her.
 
Timing it perfectly, she was up, out of her seat and at the door by the time class had ended. She had taken all the notes she thought would be useful to her during the first few minutes of the lecture. Which had left her plenty of time to obsess over not putting her hand up and Gene. She had watched him through a lot of the lecture, carefully of course, watched him run his hands through his hair, take notes and glare at her. She was a little puzzled by his glares, but then he would run his fingers through his hair and she watched the soft looking locks fall back into his eyes, distracted again.

Pausing by the door, she considered asking the teacher something, but thought better of it, and in her distracted exit, ran straight into Gene.
"I'm so s-sorry..." She stammered out, looking at him, and standing there awkwardly as a blush spread across her face slowly.
 
Gene let himself take a breath as he walked from class, he was just glad his next one wasn't sore an hour almost and she was not in it. He felt almost happy to know this small fact and would have smiled had he not suddenly been tackled by someone. "Ow...hey...watch where your going..." he said a bit of anger in his voice. He knew he had not been paying attention but running in the hall was already a dumb thing to do. He felt his pulse beat faster again as he realized who it had been.

"There is no way....why!" his mind screamed out seeing who had been the person to nearly knock him over. Why of all times did it have to be Sianna. He looked at her, a blush on her face, as she stammered to apologize. He would have really given her a yelling but he knew in a busy hallway it would just ruin his image. So he didn't say anything for a moment. "You shuldn't be running in the halls," was all he said before he stared at her.

He looked at her dumb looking hat, why in the world would anyone above the age of like twelve years old wear something like that. However he noticed something about it. "Hey...come with me!" he said quickly grabbing her hand and not giving her a reason just taking her down the halls to the art department, it was closed now, art classes where always schedules later in the day.
 
Before she had a chance to react to his reprimand, she was being led down the hall by her hand, by someone she thought hated her. She couldn't help but hide her blush as he pulled her hand, but fear took over as he led her to the abandoned art rooms. Trying desperately to control her ears, for she had learned very quickly that they reacted to her moods quite strongly, she was terrified they would move of their own accord.
"What are you doing?? Let go of my hand...!" She almost called him a freak, but who was she to say anything at the moment, really? Her silky hair had allowed the hat to slip up as she had followed him hurriedly, so clasping a hand on her head, hopefully pushing it down further, she stopped her protest and simply focused on keeping her hat down.
 
When they where out and alone he then let go and looked at her. "I thought they seemed different," he said noticing her ears flick up once she calmed down. "Those aren't part of a hat are they?' he asked her though whether she confessed or not he knew the truth was they where real ears. He poked one and watched it twitch. "So when did this happen?" he asked very curious, he also wondered if she had a tail too. He however thought she must have been hiding it if he couldn't see it. He wondered if she was always like this, but he knew for a fact she hadn't been with ears last week, so it must have happened recently.
 
Ducking out of his reach after he poked one quickly, she put her hands on them stopping them from twitching. [Why did he have to be the one who noticed?!?] she thought sadly to herself.
"It happened this weekend..." She murmured looking down. She felt her tail wiggle and curl around her midriff, thankfully her large sweater covered the movement, otherwise she was sure he would have demanded to see that too. "I don't know how or why this happened. Don't touch them please... They're sensitive..." Shuffling her feet nervously, she scuffs at the ground. "Please don't tell anyone about this..." She looks up at him pleadingly.
 
He laughed a bit to himself "Wow...imagine if someone else had found out though," he said, he had a look in his eye as if imagining how her perfection reputation would be ruined, whats worse probably everyone would think she was some sort of wierdo, or freak even. Oh this felt strangely so good to him. "I dunno...this is a big deal...I mean it's like.. a scientific break through almost...well...if science was involved in anyway," he said in a matter of fact way. 'They would probably want to do some testing on you and stuff to figure it out...but your like a cat hybrid or something," he said. "Do you have a tail too?" he said and before she could react he moved to touch her backside and felt it, fishing it out of her sweater and seeing it. "Wow you do!" he said noticing the fur was very soft and nice feeling even.
 
"Mrreow!!" She exclaimed as he touched her bum and yanked her tail from her sweater. Hissing she went to swat at him, glaring. "Don't fucking do that!!!" She snatched her tail back from his grip, and holding it gently, she started petting the fur where he had ruffled it. "That's sensitive too... Cat hybrid... I'm some sort of freak..." Mumbling the last few sentences, her eyes started welling up. Wiping at her eyes now, trying not to smudge her makeup her emotion switched again, and she started getting angry. "How did you even notice? You better not tell a soul about this!!" Glowering at him, if she had fur on her neck it would be raised. And then she was upset again, she even went so far as to hug him, crying, literally into his shoulder.
 
Gene felt a little bad, but also a bit repulsed she was a crying mess, feeling she had better not get his cloths dirty with her tears and make up. "How could I not you ran into me," he said to her. When she told him not to tell anyone well he did not very much like that at all. "This is something that could maybe help the world...or at the very least get into science journals...why should I keep it a secret?" he asked her in a rather cruel way. He looked at her. "Okay if I don't tell you have to do something for me then..." he said after a moment or two before she could get pissed or upset.
 
Her tears vanishing almost instantly, she frowns at the idea, having to owe him. She thinks about it for a moment or two. "What would you have me do...? And it would simply be until these Things were gone..." She looked at him with what she hoped would be a pathetic-please-don't-take-advantage-of-me look. Her ears began to flick in irritation and she started blushing as she felt she was loosing control of her body. Her tail also began to flick around uneasily as she waited for his answer, unsure of whether or not she wanted to hear it now or not.
 
He thought for a few long koments again and nodded as if he figured it out. "Alright...you've got let me study you then.....and I mean I am allowed to study you in anyway alright? If you tell a soul I'll let everyone know your little secret....then it's off to some lab for you," he said his voice was a little cruel, though not nearly as menacing as he would have allowed. She was his rival after all he would not miss the opportunity to take advantage of this in anyway he saw fit. "Besides...." he said taking out his cell phone and snapping a very quick picture of her before she could complain. "I have a picture to prove it to," he said, true a picture wasn't good evidence, but if anything it would get her some negative publicity.
 
Staring at him, mouth agape, she listened to his outrageous idea. {Study me?? Like I'm some kind of lab experiment? What did he mean study in anyway??} She thought in stunned silence, and then, without warning, he took her photograph. Blinking quickly, she put her hands up, moments too late. "Who am I going to tell? I don't know if you've noticed this, in all the time that you've already been studying me," she added, trying to get under his skin, "I don't hang out with that many people. Yes, they talk to me, and ask me for help, but I don't hang out with them. I'm just the smart person they mooch off of..." She looked down at the floor then, suddenly uncomfortable to have yet another weakness revealed to this cute stranger. "Fine... Study me how you want... When should we start?" She replied to his non-question/request, like she had a choice, in a defeated manner. Sighing she looked up at him, a bland, bored expression coming over her face.
 
He would have felt more pity, but he was to much enjoying this to really care too. "Alright...well take of your cloths...can leave you underwear and stuff on," he told her. She was cute, amazingly so, and even though he despised her, he also was curious to see her in all her beauty. "I want you to show me what you can do with your...new parts," he said being patient for the moment. He was sure he could get her to anything, even very naughty things. The imagery made him grin to himself a bit thinking of taking full advantage of her.
 
Looking up at him quickly, her mouth open again in shock, she narrowed her eyes slightly, a small glare creeping over her face. Pouting and grumbling she took off her sweater, her tail swinging and flicking in annoyance over her shoulder now, free of the confines of her sweater. Slipping her jeans down, she stood in front of him in a pair of booty short style panties, and her tight tank top.
"There's nothing new under my shirt, there's absolutely no reason for me to take that off..." She hissed lightly, removing her hat reluctantly.
 
"I cant examine you through cloths though....your a big girl...or are you just embaressed to be looked at?" he said, her resistance was cute, he may not be very fit like an athlete, but he was sure he could rough her up if need be. "Come on off with the rest else I'm sure the head of Biology will have a field day with a half cat girl....you might even end up in a zoo," he joked very mean. He wanted to see her in as little as possible.
 
Her face fell at his suggestion of the zoo. In a slight panic and more hissed grumblings, she took off her shirt, covering her chest with her arms, her face burning with embarrassment. Her black booty shorts matched her black Lacey bra cutely, holding her breasts up beautifully, almost begging to be squeezed. Bring her hair slightly forward, trying to hide her face a little she keeps looking down, her ears flattening now, along with her tail flicking even more in annoyance and irritation.
 
He grinned as she tried to cover herself up, it was like getting a striptease, albeit a not very good one, but it was still enjoyable none the less. "Okay now get up on that table behind you, and go meow like a cat," he said now just messing with her. "Or you can get down on all fours on the ground and do it....doesn't bother me to be honest," he said. Her choice of underwear was so good, he felt to take them off would possibly be a worse move then leaving them on.
 
Gasping at him in disbelief again, she stood there in stunned silence for a minute. Sighing her defeat, she saunters over to the table top and hops onto it gracefully. Turning around and facing him on all fours, she looks at him and mewls plaintively at him. She coughs and meows again, surprising herself by how cat like and real it sounds.
 
Gene was quiet surprised she did so without any fuss, it was nice to know she would be a cooperative test subject, so to speak. As she got up onto the table he admired her figure, he waited patiently for her to do so. He was wide eyed when she had. She sounded just like a cat, hell he could have mistaken that for a real cat. "Wow...impressive...can you purr too" he asked. "Do you need me to pet you to do that?"
 
Pouting and looking at him with an indignant scowl, she sniffs her nose in his direction. "I don't know..." Still pouting, she clears her throat, trying to purr, starting to get curious herself now. Legitametly frowning now, she hops off the table, in true cat style, 'front paws' first, and crawls on her hands and knees (without thinking about it) towards him. When she gets to him, she sits on her knees, looking up at him, mewling again. She looks surprised again at the mewling. She noses his hand, to try and get him to pet her hand, cat instincts taking over now that she's letting them.
 
Gene was not sure if she was being honest or simply beginning to make fun of him or something but he was still further shocked none the less. As she nuzzled to his hand he gently moved to scratch her ear, it felt very strange, too much like a cat to begin to see much of a difference aside from her physical appearance. "Does that feel good?" he asked her it was awkward, and yet he began to wonder if perhaps she was becoming too cat like. Just how cat like in fact? "Stand up again...I want to see something," he said quickly.
 
She had just began purring when he was scratching her ears, pouting and mewling plaintively at him when he stopped. When he didn't start petting her again, she nipped his hand. Hearing his next command now, she stood up, looking at him. She was starting to have fun with this, not that she was going to tell him that. Standing up and waiting, she stared at him, her vision going funny, as her pupils begin to split and change.
 
He seemed to notice her cooperative nature. He wondered how far it went and decided to give a different kind of command. "Alright take those off," he told her pointing at her bra and her underwear. "I want to be sure your not faking anything," he said in a bit more of a commanding tone.
 
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