The only thing you have to feel thankful for is the metal folding chair that the cat girl was sitting in. With your knees feeling weak you abruptly find yourself flopping into it, your eyes staring glassily into space while your mind, overloaded from the emotions of fear, anger and some slightly conflicting feelings, seems to simply shut down. You're not sure how long you sit there, but thankfully your seemingly catatonic mental state dissuades anyone from requesting a kiss from the booth. Eventually you close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths, psyching yourself up. You open your eyes and stare down at your body. The breasts are still there as is the rest of it. You start panicking again, your quick hyperventilating breaths and fearful expression causing an approaching customer to abruptly change his mind. You're not prepared for this. What's worse is that you're not at all sure how to go about preparing for this.
"Beer!" a voice calls out. Looking up you see a man carrying a box strapped around his neck wherein sits a number of plastic cups filled with frothy golden liquid.
"Yo!" you call out, digging a twenty dollar bill from the cash box Brianna left you to look after. You buy as much beer as that twenty will get you, perhaps a bit too quickly. The bright side is that you relax enough to deal with this situation. You even end up dealing with a couple of approaching customers. Though you're sure that they won't come back considering that you also ended up talking their ear off about you troubles in a slightly slurred voice. Still you've gone from absolutely panicked to just kind of bored. It has to have been a least an hour since Brianna left saying she'd "be back".
At first you're simply frustrated by this, but as time goes on, the crowd starts thinning, and assorted stands begin packing up that you start getting concerned. Was she lying when she said she'd be back? If so why leave the cash box? Why trust a complete stranger that you've turned into a cat girl with this much cash in the first place? Is she insane? Damn it, I stepped on my tail again! All these thoughts cross your head in less time than you would have expected.
"Brianna!" you call out, remembering that she'd said you could call her when she has trouble. You're not sure what was supposed to happen, but nothing does save for causing a few roustabouts to turn their heads. Frustrated you try again. Still nothing. Feeling panic starting to creep into your mind again you decide to be proactive. You put on and tighten your sneakers, grab the cash box and start searching from your cat-eared tormentor. At first you have little success but your right ear rotates as you hear a gruff voice.
"Well, kitty-cat, you've had your fun, but it's time to come on back home." the voice says. Turning in that direction you see the cat girl who transformed you being held buy two burly humans. As you watch a third human, taller but slenderer than the others comes into view from behind the ring toss booth. The men wear black suits and fedoras, making you think that they've seen entirely too many old gangster movies for their own good. The slender gentleman, holds a collar in his hands and, struggle as she might, Brianna seems to be moments away from having it snap around her neck.
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