Your nighttime stroll through an unfamiliar park has given way to a brightly color carnival. Barkers vie for the attention of passersby while makeshift buildings advertise amazing show or spooky strolls. Somewhere to your left the you hear the telltale sound of milk bottles being knocked over followed quickly by the rambunctious cheers of a group of friends. You gaze to your left to see a plush toy being handed to a fairly thin man with a white sleeveless t-shirt and a backwards trucker hat. You smile as the man hands the toy to a young blonde woman with a ponytail, while a slightly rotund man in a red flannel shirt grabs the toy and pretends to argue over it with the woman. They all laugh and continue on their way. Up ahead you see a couple followed reluctantly by a young boy who points at a stand and announcing to his parents that they have funnel cakes. The flashing lights, the music and bells from stands and the sound of rides operating add to the familiar sounds of countless county fairs you've been too.
The stand directly ahead catches your eye even without barkers and flashing lights, however. It is a simple booth with a picture of a woman with cat ears kissing the "k" on the marquee that reads "Kitty Kisses $2.00". Beneath the sign a woman leans forward with her elbows resting on the stand. She has ginger hair and pinkish skin. Her black jacket is worn open and the low cut, presumably strapless blouse she wears accentuates her bust. They way she leans forward offers you a glimpse of her cleavage. You find yourself approaching almost without realizing it. When her green eyes meet with yours her face goes from a bored frown to a sultry smile and extends her slender hand, beckoning you with one finger. As you get closer you notice that, in keeping with the theme of the booth, she wears a pair of white cat ears on her head. Closer still you can see a matching tail which raises as you get close enough to speak to.
"I've got a couple of bucks." you say to her.
"You may want to call 'em 'dollars' around here, sweetie." she says as you reach the stand "You can get a regular ol' kiss for two dollars, or you can get a really nice kiss if we make other arrangements." she says. While she speaks she runs a long fingernail up and down your arm.
"Yeah, sure, what's the arrangement?" you say. Her smile widens and her eyes narrow, in a look that's either seductive or mischievous, perhaps both. She puts her hands behind your neck and pulls you so close that your noses are practically touching.
"Well I need a bit of a break." she says. Before you can ask what she means she pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. After a few seconds of passionate kissing you're surprised to find yourself being dragged by the labels of your jacket behind the booth. She pulls you further back into a darkened area, in a lip lock before pulling you down atop her and locking her legs around your waist. Your body responds warmly as you begin to imagine what sort of 'break' she was thinking off.
The first hint that something is wrong is the ticklish sensation you feel on your ears. Though you try to ignore it at first, you realize can't shake the idea that they're growing, and changing. A bulge begins forming on your tailbone as it seems to grow. You begin to feel fur brushing along your leg as a tail snakes it's way out of your underwear and down the leg of your jeans. Your ears grow and become more flexible as they shift above your head. You try to pull away from the kiss, but cat-girl has her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around you that you're pulled back into a kiss before you have time to object.
You feel hair falling in front of your face and down your back as your regular short hair gets longer. Your jacket begins to feel baggier as your body gets slightly smaller but rounder about the hips and, much to your dread, on your chest. You try again to escape this bizarre kiss, but only succeed in rolling on your back, pulling her on top of you. She finally breaks the kiss and straddles your prone form. She smiles down at you, the way she grinds her hips against you make it clear that in addition to the changes you noticed, there's a significant change inside your jeans.
"See, sweetie, that was much nicer than the two dollar kiss." she says. Her hands resting on you now slender shoulders.
"No, no no what the..." you say now that you can finally speak. You stop immediately when you hear a female voice in place of your own. You struggle out from under the cat girl, your jeans now falling down around your smaller frame, your t-shirt once a perfect fit now lifts up slightly as a pert and well-endowed pair of breasts sit upon your chest.
"Now you're ready." the cat girl says, running her fingers through the wavy blond hair that have replaced your regular short dark-brown unkempt style.
"Ready?! I'm ready for an explanation, sister, that's what I'm ready for!" you exclaim.
"I said I needed a break. But I can't do that unless another cat-girl mans...well wo-mans the booth." she says , pulling your old denim jacket off your shoulders and folding it into her hands.
"I don't wanna be a cat, a girl, or a catgirl, I want my...me!" you shout, your pitch black tail swishing behind you in frustration.
"Well then you shouldn't have agreed." she says and tosses a pair of cutoff jeans towards you "You'll need these, but I think the shirt works." she say in an offhand manner.
"I didn't-" you begin, but she places a finger on your lips to shush you.
"I believe you said 'Yeah, sure' before asking what the arrangement was. That's an agreement. Oh but there's good news too."
"What good news." you say, your energy has left you now leaving you with drooped ears and a tail that slinks itself between your shapely legs.
"Well, since we didn't agree on a specific time period for my little break, I can pretty much keep you like that as long as I want." she says
"That's not good news." you say incredulously
"It is for me. Now mind your tail while you put those on, collect two dollars per kiss, put the money in the cash box, and when the customer asks if he or she can get something extra for a few more dollars the answer is no....that's against the law and the last thing you need is to spend a night in jail like that." she says and kisses you on the cheek "If you get in big trouble just call out my name. It's Briana...Brianna Buttercup."
She's already leaping over the counter before you have a chance to say another word. You rush up to the counter and place your hands on it, calling out her name in frustration. She simply turns to you, winks, and promises she'll be back. She then melds into the crowd without a further word. You have little other choice but to slip on the cut-off jean shorts, bundle your hair up onto a pony tail and sit down at the booth to 'attend' to the booth's customers, wait for your tormentor to return and ponder how any of this is possible.