As you're sitting there enjoying the rest of your breakfast, you can't help but overhear the conversation of a small group of teens sitting nearby. They're discussing the strange catgirl who just walked into the café. They seem to be whispering and giggling, unable to take their eyes off you. It's obvious that your feline features have piqued their curiosity.
You then finish the last crumbs of your breakfast, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you. The nourishing food and the novelty of your new catgirl body have left you feeling full and satisfied. You take a moment to relax, leaning back in your chair and basking in the tranquility of the café.
As you settle into your chair, taking in the atmosphere of the café, you notice one of the teens you overheard earlier approach your table nervously. With a shy smile, he clears his throat and attempts to flirt with you. Though you don't feel any particular attraction to him, you can't help but feel flattered by the attention. With your heightened catgirl senses, you can even pick up on his faint scent of nervousness and excitement as he tries to woo you.
You reflect on your past experience, remembering when you've attempted to flirt with girls in college. Though you haven't had much practice, you recall that girls often appreciate sincere compliments, confidence, and a hint of playfulness. You also remember that it's important to listen to what the other person is saying and show genuine interest in them. With these tips in mind, you wonder how you might respond to the teen's awkward attempt at flirting.
With a shy smile, the teen begins his clumsy attempt at flirting. He compliments your feline appearance and tries his best to make small talk, all the while blushing furiously.
-"Your catgirl ears are so cute, they match your hair perfectly," he stutters, trying to maintain eye contact.
-"You look so cute and handsome too, young man"
The teen's eyes light up at your compliment, clearly not expecting such a positive response to his awkward flirting. He smiles nervously and rubs the back of his neck.
-"T-thank you," he says. "You really think I'm handsome?"
-"Yea~"
The teen's confidence seems to grow with your compliment. He takes a step closer to you and tries to act more charismatic, attempting to match your playfulness.
-"So," he says, "what's a gorgeous catgirl like you doing all alone in this cafe?"
-"Just chilling and flirting with you here~"
The teen's nervousness seems to fade away as he hears your flirtatious response. He moves closer to you, leaning on the table.
-"Is that so?" he asks, his voice lowering to a seductive murmur. "Well, then, it looks like you know exactly how to have a good time. Mind if I keep you company for a bit?"
-"No, I won't"
The teen smiles and takes a seat at your table. He looks at you with adoration, his eyes never leaving your feline form.
-"So, tell me a little bit about yourself," he says, trying to make conversation. "What's it like being a catgirl?"
You discreetly glance around the café. You notice that his friends are glancing over at your table, whispering to each other and giggling. It's clear that they're amused and intrigued by the scene unfolding between you two.
-"Hmm"
The teen glances back towards his friends, noticing that they're all looking at him. He blushes slightly, feeling embarrassed by the attention.
-"S-sorry, they're pretty nosy," he stammers, trying to brush off their stares.
-"What's it like being a catgirl feels like huh"
You consider how to explain what it's like being a catgirl. You take a moment to reflect on your new feline body and the sensations you've been experiencing.
-"Well," you begin, "It feels... unique. Exciting. My senses are heightened, and I can feel things in ways I never could before. The world seems more vibrant and alive. Not to mention, my appearance is definitely quite eye-catching."
-"But is annoying to see lots of people glance at you while you're walking, right?"
You nod in agreement, acknowledging the downside of having such an unusual appearance.
-"That's true" you say. "People do tend to stare quite a bit. It can be a bit overwhelming at times, but I suppose it comes with the territory of being a catgirl."
You shift your gaze to the window, looking out at the bustling town outside. The cobblestone streets are filled with merchants, shoppers, and travelers, all going about their daily business. It's a beautiful, sunny day, and the bright sunlight streams through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the ground. You can hear the chatter of passersby and the occasional clop of horse hooves against the cobblestones. It's a peaceful scene, and you find yourself feeling happy to be alive in this world.