That urge finally slips out trilling a string of feline purrs, a soft growlish mew climbing from one. Your fingers tug at your clothing until you can no longer repress what you truly want, but you take your time.
You go for your pants first fidgeting with the button and zipper without any problem, wagging your hips as you pull down carefully moaning at the sensual relief of your exposed rump tasting the cool air. Goosebumps run over your skin as you gradually let your pants fall to your ankles stepping out and meekly tossing them aside. You tend to your underwear tracing the rim of your panties before tugging it down like your pants, gliding your fingers up your knees and thighs shuddering in bliss at the feel of your own feminine figure.
Your bottomless appearance helps fuel the beast surfacing, smiling as feline tendencies start to quickly grow on you. You mew and yowl, tucking your arms close beside you with hands flailing pawing the air, dropping to the floor and pretending to walk on all fours to better appreciate a four legged posture. You even consider grooming you body starting already at your right hand licking the back and brushing your hair.
This behavior; embracing this catty nature...how can it feel so good that you would entertain the idea of wishing you could transform into one like those stories you are fond of? You glance back to your laptop nearly forgetting your earlier proposed activity, wondering if you didn't need to read other people's fantasies anymore confident to produce a lovely daydream of your own.