Terrance walked up to the door as a furious pounding rang out.
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" he yells as the beating gets harder.
He swings the door open and becomes completely flustered as the bodacious beauties walk in.
"Where are you girls! Practice, now!" Yasmin bellowed.
"Who the hell are these chicks?!" Ross asked.
"We're part of the Yowlin' Cats rock metal band, you may have heard of us. " Yasmin explained.
"No, not really..." Terrance said, thinking 'Yasmin... why does that name seem odd?'
"Anyway, we're looking for two of our bandmates, their text said to meet them here." Yasmin said.
"Well they gave you the wrong address, there ain't any girls here." Ross said.
"Have you seen them at least?" Shana asked.
"No, now get out of my house!" Ross yelled.
"Do NOT get in my face!" Yasmin yelled.
"Oh what, like this!" Ross yelled as he leaned towards her and slipped on a soggy sock.
Yasmin scratched his face in a big swipe, shoving his face out of her cleavage and onto the floor.
"Alright, you need to leave!" Terrance said as he grabbed Yasmin by the arm.
She slashed her nails across his arm as Shana drug her out of the house.
"What the hell was that?! Who does that crazy bitch think she is?!" Ross yelled.
"Not sure." Terrance said as he went for the rubbing alcohol, "But I'm calling the... wha?"
The bandmates looked at each other and say the scratches heal almost instantly.
They stared in confusion as their body hair began to fall out.
"The fuck?" Ross spat as he slid his hand down his smooth, silky arm.
Their arms began to tremble as their change began.
Their arms lost any and all forms of bulk, their hands slimming down as their nails grew long and sharp.
"What the hell?!" Terrance said as he looked at his long, feminine nails; he watched as a coat of electric blue nail polish coated the two inch claws(?).
Ross couldn't react to his new shiny red nails, he was too busy clutching his crotch with pained moans.
Terrance's voice choked up for a moment before he asked, "What's wrong?"
"You sound like a CHICK." Ross said as his voice cracked; Terrance could see his Adam's apple shrink away.
"What's happening to uuuuuuuuuus?!" Terrance moaned as his pecs stretched out, swelling up into some firm DDs.
"I don't knooooooooooooooooo-ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Ross moaned as his ass bulged out and ripped his pants open.
The two writhed as tossed as they transformed into the rest of the Yowlin' cats in a clit rubbing surge of orgasmic pleasure.
Outside, Yasmin impatiently tapped her fingernails on the curb.
Theresa came out first, her striking electric blue corset shining in the sunlight.
Roslyn followed her, the drummer's big fat ass jiggling in her skin tight black booty shorts.
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU TWO?!" Yasmin demanded to know.
"We're not sure, we woke up on the floor of some random house." Theresa said.
Yasmin rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Roslyn, get our stuff set up."
"Right away, boss." Roslyn chirped with a wink of her bright blue eye.