You Really Are Kitten Me

The spell was making quick work of the man who wandered into her shop. It had been a quiet evening until he came around. What better way to liven up the dullness of a late shift than a shift of a different kind~?

And of course, she liked cats. Who doesn’t?

Maybe the one in front of her didn’t. Or maybe he did. Doesn’t really matter anymore since he’s becoming one. Oh, the confused look on his face when she finished reading the spell~!

Only a few moments in and she could tell it was effective. After letting out some mewls and meows he tossed away his shirt — his body rapidly growing a soft coat of midnight-black fur. He held up his hands in disbelief as they plumped up into paws. His shifting eyes widened in shock as he began to shrink — ears growing tall and pointed as his nose and face became more and more feline by the moment. The magic simply evaporated any visible humanity he had. Black fur coated his furry forearms; shorts and underwear slipped off his diminishing hips; and a lengthening tail flicked and extended out behind him. The stunned feline could only look up to his grinning captor as the spell worked to its end.

With a gentle smile, the witch leaned down and picked up the small black cat– the feline’s former identity fading with the lingering effects of the spell. She kicked away the clothes on the ground and carried her new pet to a small table where books and papers were strewn about. Time to get back to work!