Zoe worked at a clothing store. She had the Saturday morning shift, and it sucked. "I'm so bored!"
Most shoppers went to the higher-end stores, thinking higher prices must mean a better selection. Zoe, and her manager, Iris, knew better. Zoe wasn't a tall girl, really, but neither was she all that short. She had short black hair she wore in a fringe bob cut, framing a heart-shaped face, and today she was wearing a charcoal-colored sundress, with matching strappy heels. She was more cute than pretty, and she often wished she stood out more, with her slender figure and small breasts.
Maybe then she'd get more attention. She often wished to have a body like her manager's- Iris was a stunner, but she always took pains to look professional, and hide her wild body. Zoe didn't really get why- with looks like those, she could have man she wanted. Or any woman, for that matter. Hell, Zoe would do her, and she didn't really consider herself to be bisexual at all!
Then suddenly, everything changed. One minute, she was bored out of her mind, the next, she felt an unseen wind rip through her. Her dress became looser as she lost a few inches, her hips became thicker, and the volume of the world around her went up, and she could hear gasps of surprise and terror all throughout the shopping center.
She quickly found a mirror, and stood there, stunned. Her hair had changed color, now resembling the fur of a blue-grey Abyssinian cat. Her ears were now those of a cat, and perched atop her head. Her nails now came to an odd point, and as she flexed her hands, they extended into claws. Looking down at her feet, she found her toenails had changed as well.
Her eyes seemed larger- they were now an amber color, and featured a vertical slit. Oh and she had a tail now, lifting up the rear of her dress, and protruding from the base of her spine. All in all, she'd become an amalgamation of 18 year old girl and cat (and despite the fact her breasts were still the same size, she definitely looked sexier).
Not knowing what else to do, she called Iris in, who took one look at her, and had her call the STS (Sudden Transformation Syndrome) hotline, saying she'd finish up and close early.
Zoe found herself at a specialist, who examined her in detail. The specialist freaked her out a little, because she was invisible- her empty clothing seeming to hang in the air! "Well dear, catgirl STS isn't uncommon. You have all the signs, increased low light vision, increased agility and balance, retractile claws and sharp incisors. You lost a few inches of height, but you haven't lost any height- your muscles are denser. Oh and increased visual acuity. You might be more sensitive to smells, so keep that in mind. If you notice any other symptoms, you should call me.
Zoe nodded dumbly, still not believing what had happened. On the plus side, she would receive compensation from the government now, and she knew catgirls were in high demand as models (as well as less savory careers).
She would have to buy new clothing, though, and adjust for her tail. What will she do next?