I blush at him calling me his girlfriend. And while we sort of rushed into it, I can't deny the fact that I had so readily agreed to be his girlfriend only a few minutes ago. The novelty of it is still radiating within me too. It feels just as one would expect it would. It's an incredibly excited and happy feeling.
I roll onto my stomach and crawl on top of his bare chest. Hi is so much bigger than I am now, that it is kind of intimidating, but also very calming at the same time. He wraps his strong arms around my narrow back, and it makes me feel so secure and right being here, just like this. I could stay like this forever. Resting my head on his strong chest, being held gently, but tight against his body. And all while sharing a bed.
He begins petting my head softly, and I purr in response to his touch. I push myself up a little, and reposition my boobs to be more in front of me, and not underneath me as I lower back down onto him. Now I can use my large titties as a pillow, though for the moment I just rest my chin on top of my cleavage and look at his face with a smile. He rubs behind my left ear and I set out an unintentional meow as it just feels that amazing.
He laughs of course, and I blush even more with a little bit of embarrassment. I may have accepted the fact that I am a catgirl, but the occasional meowing still isn't easy to get used to doing. No matter how often Rachel says it is adorable, I still get embarrassed when doing it. He says I shouldn't be, and I know what he means by saying that, but I can't help myself. It is like when your stomach growls in front of someone you are familiar with. You know they don't mind it happening, but you still feel embarrassed all the same.
After cuddling for another 20 minutes, Rachel had recovered and got up. It was already afternoon, so instead of returning to having sex, we decide to go out and get some food, along with a few new sets of clothes for each of us to wear. I also throw on one of my purple hoodies, which is now massive on me by the way, so that I can hide my cat ears and white hair from being easily seen by the general public. Rachel also takes a few hair bands out from his bag and helps bind my tail so that it also doesn't pop out from underneath my clothes.
At Rachel's suggestion, I do not wear the dress and just wear my hoodie since it is just that big on me. He says that we can make a stop back at his room and get me something to wear, like a skirt or something, as while he loves it, he, and I for that matter, do not want me walking around in JUST my oversized hoodie as much as possible.
That all being said, I admit that I look good in it. In a cute way, as it literally is massive, and my arms are not long enough to reach the ends of the sleeves. I bet that when we go out, everyone will assume the hoodie is Rachel's and He gave it to me, or that I "stole" it from him as many girlfriends do.
And now that I am thinking about it, I kinda want to do it too actually. I want to be covered in his smell, and wear his clothes, maybe we can pick something out for me to do that with today?
Rachel notices me just standing there lost in thought and rubs my head.
"Nyaaaaan" I involuntarily let out and reach up and grab his arm through my sleeves. He just laughs and motions towards the door. I nod and go to put on my shoes to leave, only to remember that my feet are over 4 shoe sizes too small now and that I slip right out of them without any resistance.
Rachel laughs at me, then bends over and picks up his old pair of thigh-high, high-heeled boots and hands them to me. I remember now that I wore his heels home today, while he wore my shoes, and take the boots from him. Admittedly, the fit is much better, and they are extremely comfortable to wear, which I guess isn't exactly normal, according to Rachel at least. He says that while many heels are cute, or sexy, they often also cause your feet to ache after a little while wearing them. And that is why most women when they wear high heels, will wear ones that they can easily slip on and off if they will be wearing them for a prolonged period of time.
That is weird to me though, as from what I can tell, I can easily wear these all day. Honestly, it doesn't even feel like I am wearing high heels. Which, now that I think of it, could 100% be related to the fact that I now walk almost exclusively on the balls of my feet. Either way, I plan to get a few pairs of high heels today, so I am a little excited for that.
"Man, I really have turned completely into a girl, haven't I? I now am excited to be going out and buy myself some new outfits and high heels." I say to Rachel.
He laughs at that and kisses my forehead, "so what? I like being male, and your boyfriend, so is it that bad that you enjoy being a girl now?"
"When you put it like that..."
"Come on, let's get going. Oh, and call me Ricky from now on too. I am not really in a body that would be named Rachel anymore."
"Oh...? No, that's a good point. Um... you can call me... uh... Shea, I guess?" I finally stammer out after racking my brain for a girl's name which I can live with being called.
Ricky just smirks and puts his left arm around my back and his left hand on my hip. "Very well then. Shea it is." He says as he leads me out the front door.