Mary's boyfriend suddenly left the room, to make a phone call, leaving Mary free to look at the vials. He noticed a warning label on the cat one.
"Warning: Please alert all present in the house hold if you intend to become a full cat or dog. As these pets are often neutered/spayed, you may be at risk. Please also note upon being neutered or spayed, you will become unable to shift, as the contents will be unable to transform something that is not "whole".
Mary would have laughed if he could, as if Jake would ever do that to a cat he thought belonged to Mary without asking. Suddenly, she noticed a vial. Her cat instincts took over and she found herself battling at it.
Until it knocked over and smashed on the ground. She tried to lunge forward to catch it, but only managed to knock the entire box over. It tipped over as it hit the ground, spilling and smashing a good portion of vials.
Luckily, the human one seemed intact...Mary didn't even notice the arm snaking behind him until it grabbed him and pushed him into a crate, locking the cage door quickly
Mary hissed but his boyfriend sighed
"Sorry bud. Can't have you spraying all around the place, can we? And I don't want kittens becoming my problem. It's alright, you'll be ok. I'll get you a treat after" he said gently.
He noticed the vials and sighed, placing Mary's tiny prison down and picking up the crates. He watched in horror as Jake poured the surviving ones down the sink and brushed up the shards of the others, placing them and the now empty box in the bin
"I'll tell her to pick up a new set when I see her next" he shrugged "probably some weird exotic make up. Nothing for us guys to be into, eh?" He laughed, as if the cat could understand him.
He picked his trapped girlfriends crate up and began walking. Mary was placed in the passenger side chair of his car as he drove to the vet.
He smiled and cooed at the now male cat formerly known as mary
"You'll feel better after" he said gently. They arrived at the vets and he carried Mary's crate in. Mary could do nothing but watch as Jake handed him to the vet, smiled and waved, and sat down in the waiting room.
Mary tried to hiss and scratch, but the vet quickly sedated. With one last yowl, Mary felt the anaesthetic pull him under.
When he woke up, he had a cone around his neck. His balls, or his empty sack where his balls should be, hurt.
Mary would now be trapped as his once boyfriend, now owners, neutered pet cat, forever. He later came to pick him up and smiled.
"Wasn't so bad, was it."
Mary hissed at him and he laughed and drove them home, as Mary lamented this new hell.