After that, I spend a few more minutes thoroughly testing my new body—poking, prodding, stretching, and making sure everything's in proper working order. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
And this body?
Absolute upgrade.
I feel light. Nimble. Like I've been swapped out of a clunky old pickup truck and into a high-performance race car. Every movement is smooth, effortless, like I'm gliding on air instead of walking.
My hair is short and white, with that effortlessly tousled, "I-just-woke-up-like-this" aesthetic that screams anime protagonist energy.
And my ears?
Oh, they're not human ears anymore.
Perched proudly on top of my head, my brand-new cat ears twitch at the faintest sounds. The pads are ridiculously soft, and when I brush my fingers over them, a ticklish jolt shoots down my spine. I giggle before I can stop myself—like they're wired directly to my funny bone or something.
And then there's the tail.
Ohhh, the tail.
It's sleek, elegant, and—judging by how it keeps wiggling and swaying completely on its own—it's got a mind of its own. It moves like it's grooving to its own private playlist, totally unbothered by my attempts to control it.
Honestly? Not even mad.
It's like having a built-in mood ring—except instead of changing colors, it just does whatever the hell it wants. No messy fluff, no awkward poof—just pure, streamlined perfection.
But the real showstopper?
My face.
Rummaging through the drawer under the table (because of course there's a conveniently placed mirror in this fantasy world), I pull out a tiny, worn-out hand mirror and hold it up.
And freeze.
It's her.
The catgirl I tried to save earlier.
I look exactly like her.
Short, tousled white hair. Striking red eyes that practically glow in the dim light. A face so pretty it could stop hearts.
Oh… oh gosh.
She's gorgeous…
Wait, no—
I'm gorgeous.
I blink, tilting my head, mesmerized by my own reflection. There's a faint smudge of dirt on my cheek from rolling around on the floor earlier, and my hair's a bit messy, but even that doesn't make me any less annoyingly charming.
Outside the window, the muffled hum of voices drifts in—lively, animated, full of life. The language they're speaking isn't English, but somehow… I understand every word perfectly.
It's like I've unlocked some kind of universal language cheat code.
And honestly? Not complaining.
"All right!" I slap my cheeks lightly, snapping myself out of my daze. "I can't just sit here admiring myself all day. I need to get out there and explore."
Maybe someone outside will explain where I am. Maybe I'll learn more about this strange new world I've been dumped into.
Either way, I'm not gonna figure it out by sitting here, gawking at myself in a tiny mirror like some narcissistic anime protagonist.
Thus—
I stand, stretching my new limbs, feeling the weight of my tail flick behind me.
On the table, as if placed just for me, a key waits.
Convenient. Suspiciously so.
Still, I grab it, slide it into the lock, and twist.
With a soft click, the door swings open.
And for the first time in this new life—
I step outside.
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Step. Step.
I move forward, inhaling deeply, a flicker of excitement bubbling in my chest. This is it—my first real step into this strange, new world. My cat ears twitch, picking up the faint hum of life beyond these walls, and my tail sways behind me, as if eager to explore too.
I can't help but smile. Sure, this situation is insane, but hey—I'm a catgirl now. How cool is that?
But before I can even reach the stairs—
CREAK.
The door in front of me swings open.
My ears flatten instinctively.
And then—
Two massive figures stumble out, their heavy boots slamming against the wooden floor with dull, ominous thuds.
Then the smell hits.
Like a physical blow.
A rancid stench—thick with alcohol, sweat, and something foul, something rotten. It turns my stomach, a sour lurch of instinctive disgust. I recoil, stepping back without thinking.
My tail puffs up.
And then—
My blood turns to ice.
…
"Well, well… what do we have here?"
The voice is thick, slurred, dripping with something sickly-sweet.
A heavy gust of his breath washes over me, reeking—a putrid cocktail of rot and liquor that makes my eyes sting. He lurches forward, the floor groaning under his weight, the wood splintering.
Fuck…
For the first time in my life—
I'm scared.
Truly. Utterly. Terrified.
The first man is a giant. A hulking brute of a man, shoulders so broad they strain against the seams of his tattered, sweat-stained shirt. His face is a nightmare—a greasy, tangled beard clings to his jaw, and his bloodshot eyes are glazed over, yet sharp—a predator locking onto prey.
And the second man—
He's worse.
Much worse.
Tall, gaunt, with slicked-back black hair that glistens like oiled filth. His lips peel back in a slow, curling sneer, revealing yellowed, jagged teeth that have never known the mercy of a toothbrush. His skin is sickly pale, almost gray, and a jagged scar twists down his cheek, warping his already grotesque features into something straight out of a horror movie.
He licks his lips. Slowly.
His eyes rake over me—lingering, crawling, leaving a trail of revulsion in their wake.
I freeze.
My muscles lock, my legs turning to jelly, every instinct screaming at me to run, to fight, to do something—but my body won't respond.
They loom over me, swallowing the light.
The hallway suddenly feels smaller. The walls tighten, closing in.
"Hey, hey… looks like a cute little kitten wandered into the wrong place," the taller one chuckles, his voice a low, rasping purr that slithers under my skin.
His gaze crawls over me, slow and deliberate, and I feel it like insects skittering across my flesh.
My tail puffs out. My hair stands on end.
BA-DUMP.
BA-DUMP.
My heart hammers against my ribs, each frantic beat pounding in my ears.
I try to step back—
But they step forward.
The space between us vanishes in an instant, their hulking forms caging me in, boxing me out.
The exit is gone.
My breath catches, strangled in my throat.
Fuck…
I'm so fucked.
In my old life, I walked freely—never had to think twice about my safety. I was a man.
But I'm not that man anymore.
I'm a girl now.
And as a girl… I'm vulnerable.
Damn it.
How did I forget this?
How could I be so careless?
"Hey, don't be shy."
The brute's voice lowers into a sickly, saccharine purr.
A thick, grimy hand reaches for me, fingers twitching—closing the distance—
"Come on, have a drink with us. We'll take real good care of you."
His fingers graze my arm.
A shock of cold terror shoots through me—sharp, electric, paralyzing.
I flinch.
But there's nowhere to go.
"Come on, kitten, we're just playing."
The second man leans in close—too close—his breath hot and rancid against my cheek. His hand moves lower, toward my tail.
"How about you show us how playful you really are?"
The words slither into my ears, wrong and dirty, seeping into my skin like poison.
Panic surges, cold and all-consuming.
I can't move.
I can't breathe.
My mind claws desperately for a way out, but there's nothing.
Just the wall at my back.
And these monsters closing in.