I sat dumbfounded on the bed for a while, trying to process the information. Magic was real, and my new employer was a witch. I had been turned into some sort of magical creature. A girl magical creature. She could turn me back, but that likely depended on some things, like not threatening her, fleeing the area, or otherwise making a nuisance of myself. She had some sort of power to, for lack of better terms, calm me, and no doubt other tricks I might like less. Until I had a better handle on the situation I’d have to just go along with this. I sighed with resignation and decided I’d better get familiar with my new form. Ah, there’s that word again.
I stepped closer to the antique mirror and studied my face. While my hair had clearly grown and recolored from my old basic brown, and my facial structure was a bit different, I could still generally recognize myself. I wasn’t sure if that was a pro or a con under the circumstances. My eye color hadn’t changed noticeably from their usual green, but if I looked closely I could tell the shape of my pupil had changed subtly… definitely a vertical slit, though under normal light conditions it was hard to tell. I’d have to look up info on cat’s eyes later. What about these black cat ears? Yes, with a little concentration I could move them, and if I looked carefully I could tell they seemed to have the right anatomy inside. They weren’t just there for aesthetics. Meanwhile, lifting up the hair from the sides of my head, I quickly found that I did not in fact have a second set of human ears underneath. It was a strange sight, though not surprising given everything else.
Delaying more concerning properties of my remaining human parts, I took some time to turn around and look at my tail. My ass was amazing at first glance, a fact that I had mixed feelings about, but my tail was what I wanted to know about just now. It was thicker than a real cat’s tail, which made sense proportionally, and had a thicker layer of the black fur that covered my ears. It was soft and felt nice to touch, and the tail itself had sensation; running my hand across it felt startlingly good. It primarily seemed to move on its own accord, and had been whipping around and puffed up earlier when I had been worked up and angry, but it seemed relatively calm at the moment. I confirmed that I could move it a bit if I thought about it before moving on.
Well… no sense in putting this off longer. Time to check out my more obvious new feminine changes. First things first, groping my own breasts. They felt soft, and the nipples were sensitive and hardened up a bit at the intrusion. They weren’t overly large or exaggerated, and I found myself oddly conflicted about that fact, but they’d definitely be easier to manage this way. Moving on.
I sat down on the bed, took a breath to calm myself, and then bent over to look between my legs. I was somewhat surprised how flexible I was, but it certainly helped get a good look. It was… normal. I’d seen one before, of course, the only thing surprising about it being that it was on me. This angle also let me appreciate just how much my hips had widened and my legs slimmed down in close detail. So, now equipped with lady parts, I did what any other man would do in my position: explored it with my fingers. It felt pretty good, of course, and the weirdness of the situation was definitely getting me a bit hot and bothered. I transitioned from a simple inspection and began trying to get myself off in earnest, curious what it would be like to achieve the fabled female orgasm.
After several minutes of clumsy effort, I hadn’t succeeded in doing anything other than getting myself wetter and hotter. Porn had lied to me. This was a lot harder to do with just my fingers than I thought. Frustrated, I began searching around the room for something I could use as a toy. I found a number of things while searching: my wallet and phone had been placed on the nightstand, and a charger plugged in. I found my male clothes crumpled in a corner. There was, as Miss Ward had mentioned, a stack of clothing on top of the wardrobe. The bathroom seemed relatively bare of supplies that could be of use beyond a bar of old, cracked soap and a toilet plunger, and I wasn’t that desperate. The closet and wardrobe were empty. I sat back on the bed, horny and frustrated.
After a few more minutes of trying in vain to finish myself, I heard a knock at the door and froze, mortified. It opened to reveal Miss Ward, who had a bit of a frustrated look on her own face. She marched into the room and held out something to me. “Here, you’ll probably want this.”
I looked at the object. A vibrator. Somehow being suddenly offered this was more embarrassing than my current state: sitting naked and bent over on the bed with my fingers in my twat. Without saying anything, I slowly reached out and accepted the vibrator, unsure of what to say. Miss Ward broke the silence.
”As you might recall from earlier, I can use your senses if I try or if you feel things loud enough, and boy were you feeling loud. Just finish up and keep it down. You can keep that.”
I felt the blood flowing to my face rapidly as she turned around to exit the room, but if she noticed me turning beet red she didn’t say anything about it. However, shortly after she left, I came to my senses and got down to business.
The vibrator did the trick.
Despite all the thoughts and anxiety running through my mind, the joy of finally finishing seemed to clear my mind. I laid back in the bed, breathing hard, savoring the experience. I seemed to be purring. Whatever magical nonsense was going on, the female orgasm was at least worth experiencing. With my mind relatively blank, I gradually drifted off to sleep.
Morning came. I confirmed that last night’s events weren’t just a strange dream and got cleaned up a bit before laying out the pile of clothes that Miss Ward had provided on the bed. Panties. Sports bra. Jean shorts. A sleeveless blouse. I first tried on my male clothing that had been crumpled in the corner: the shirt more or less worked but was a bit on the loose side. Meanwhile, my boxers and jeans — I could technically get them on, but they were a much tighter fit than I liked around the hips, so I gave up on them. I changed into the female clothing after all. There was a convenient slit in the back of the shorts and a button at the top that seemed to be for my tail. No new shoes had been provided, but I found my socks and hiking boots seemed to fit just fine. I had worn them because I was excited to potentially walk the site yesterday.
I checked my phone. The world seemed to be continuing on just fine despite this madness. I responded to a few messages as though everything was normal, including my dorm roommate asking why I hadn’t come home last night and confirming that he was checking out today and going home for the summer. I replied that I was “trying out a place to stay for the summer” and wished him well since I wouldn’t be home today. I still had a little over a week to move out of the dorm room before the summer semester students moved in. I wondered what the school would do with my stuff if I failed to come get it.
I gradually noticed a delicious smell wafting in from somewhere. Bacon. My stomach growled. I took my phone and exited the bedroom for the first time, looking for breakfast. I followed the smell through long halls, down a flight of stairs, through the front entry hall (which I remembered from yesterday) and into the kitchen, where I found Miss Ward making breakfast. She smiled and said, “Ah, good morning, I thought you might smell that from across the house. Those clothes are cute on you by the way.”
I was still unsure of whether I should be treating Miss Ward as a hostile entity or just a deeply unusual person who now had me by the balls (semi-literally), but she had bacon so other concerns could wait. I sat down at the dining table and she poured me an orange juice. I accepted it with slight suspicion but it tasted fine.
”So, Miss Ward-“
”Miss Ward is my mother, hun. Call me Sable.”
”Sable, does anyone else live here?”
”Ah, good question. No, not at the moment. We used to have some staff, a few more familiars-“
”You did this to other people?”
”Oh, no. You’re the first I’ve done this to, Morgan. You usually get a familiar from a normal animal turned magical, or a magical creature suitably pacified or bribed. But recent events have forced my hand, and I don’t have the luxury of using normal familiars or staff anymore.”
”The situation?”
”Yes, I’ll get to that in due time, but it’s nothing so pressing you can’t have breakfast and get settled first.”
She plated up some bacon and eggs and set them down in front of me before plating some for herself. I missed lunch and dinner yesterday so I was ravenous. I ate them gladly, but still eyed her suspiciously. In my hunger I finished quickly, and started asking questions as she worked more leisurely on her own breakfast.
”So… am I a… prisoner? A slave?”
Her eyes widened, clearly not expecting that line of questioning.
”No, Morgan. You are my familiar, but you’re also an employee. I wasn’t lying or overtly tricking you about the job. I just left some things out.”
“So I can quit and you’ll undo all of this?”
She sighed. “Yes, but I want you to give this a fair shake, so I won’t accept your resignation for two weeks, and past that I’d really prefer you give two weeks notice if you do quit. I really do need the help, but if you still want to quit after that I’ll allow it.”
I’d have to spend at least two weeks as a catgirl. My dorm move-out deadline was before that. “That’s… better, but still seems a bit predatory? Couldn’t you have disclosed this as part of the job requirements?”
”Well it’s not like I could have reasonably disclosed that I intended to turn you into a magical creature bound to my service. It’s not really kosher to tell normies about magic stuff unless they’re already wrapped up in it. There wasn’t anyone magical around to hire on short notice so I had to, well, wrap up a normie in it and hope they’d get on board after they got enough context.”
Her explanation made a certain amount of sense, though without the aforementioned context it was still a hard pill to swallow.
”So why two weeks? Is some sort of important magical event happening?”
”Ah, well, possibly, and I want to give you some time to adjust... But mostly I just don’t want to deal with running payroll for a partial pay period.”
I nearly choked on my orange juice from the mundanity of her reasoning.
“You have a payroll system?”
”Yes, I do. You’re technically an employee of Ward Pharmaceuticals, my mother’s company, but other than sending her the occasional bundle of exotic herbs or alchemical fluids we don’t have much to do with the main company. It’s just easier to latch onto them from a business perspective. We’re an autonomous division. Ah, speaking of which, I’ll have an employment contract, some payroll forms, and an NDA for you to sign after breakfast.”
I drank more orange juice while processing this.
”So… I’m going to be a proper employee? With benefits. Am I allowed to leave the property?”
”Oh, sure. You’ll wanna wear a beanie or something and probably hide the tail while off the property or you might have issues with the NDA, though honestly you could probably pass yourself off as a cosplayer if you keep the tail and ears from moving. I think the university has a club for that, you’d probably blend in well.”
“Do you really think I can maintain a normal life? Looking like this?”
”Yes, Morgan, I do. You’ll have to bear with the cat form for a while, but I don’t want to disrupt your university life too much. By the time fall semester rolls around I’d like to have some upgrades in place that will let you attend courses and generally go about your normal life without attracting attention or being much of an inconvenience while off-site. But for now my resources are limited, and you’ll be helping me fix that.”
”I suppose that provides some motivation. Assuming I don’t quit after two weeks.”
She gave me a sly look. ”Well I can offer you some additional motivation…”
I squinted at her. “Is that a sexual innuendo?”
Sable laughed. “No, I’m gonna… try to keep this professional. For now. I just wanted to let you in on some of the magical job perks that I couldn’t tell you about before.”
Magical job perks? I was intrigued.
”Okay, first off. Your body. I know it’s a bit unconventional and not what you’re used to, but you’ll find that you have a good deal more strength, speed, and agility than you used to have. Combined with your enhanced senses and other cat traits, I think you’ll get a lot more enjoyment out of the great outdoors you’re so fond of.”
That… was kind of appealing. Worth a try, anyway.
”Alright, now beyond the cat powers, there’s some extra perks. First, your boss is a witch. I can perform enchantments to give you or your gear a boost, or make potions for you that do various things. Not many normal folks get access to that, at least not knowingly. And I’ll probably be giving you several of those on the house as needed for various job requirements. Not to mention that now that you’re a magical creature and a woman you’ll be able to learn a bit of witchcraft yourself.”
While the prospect of getting access to magic items had some appeal, the potential for learning witchcraft was unexpected.
”I could, like, cast spells and brew potions?”
“Yes, and that brings me around to the real reason you’re going to be a woman for the time being.”
“There was a reason for it other than the house rule?”
“Of course, though it’s related. Women have different magic than men. Too much male energy in an area can disrupt witchcraft a bit. Not break it, certainly, but if you need to keep something maintained by witchcraft stable, it’s not good to have too many men around.”
“Oh, so I’d disrupt… whatever it is if I stayed male?”
She waved off the idea. “Probably not, honestly, you didn’t have any magic.”
I frowned. “Then—”
“I could turn you into a catboy familiar easily enough, but then you wouldn’t be able to use my magic. I couldn’t make it flow through you.”
“So the whole point of this was a familiar that could use witch magic?”
“Bingo. I’m the only witch on this whole project and beyond needing a familiar, I need an extra hand at spellcasting.”
“What project is that?”
“Sign the NDA and other employment agreements and I’ll be happy to explain.”