“The Catty Contacts” they read. You couldn’t believe your eyes. They looked like any other pair of contact lenses, but the packaging was adorned with whimsical images of people transforming into felines. It was absurd, a clear gag gift. Yet, the allure of their novelty was irresistible. You picked them up, chuckling to yourself, and turned the package over to inspect the fine print.
The instructions were surprisingly detailed, almost too much so. It listed potential side effects that seemed far-fetched, like suddenly craving tuna, an increased tendency to chase laser pointers, and uncontrollable horniness. You glanced around the empty store, shrugged, and added them to your basket with a grin. What harm could come from a little fun?
As you approached the cashier, you felt a strange thrill building in your chest. The cashier, a young woman with a bobbed haircut and a tired smile, scanned your items without looking up. With trembling fingers, you slipped the contacts into your pocket, the plastic case cool against your skin. You felt like you were about to pull off a prank of epic proportions.
The moment the cashier handed you the receipt and your bag, you slipped the contacts into your eyes. The world blurred for a second before snapping into sharp focus. You looked up and your heart skipped a beat. The woman behind the counter now had a furry face, whiskers twitching and emerald eyes that gleamed with curiosity, and HE was a male anthro cat, who was already sporting a large boner beneath his pants. His ears perked up, and a pink nose wiggled as he spoke, his voice unchanged but somehow more masculine.
You took a deep breath, trying to process the ludicrous situation. The cashier was now a stunning specimen of a cat-person, tall and muscular, his body covered in a sleek fur coat that rippled as he moved. His tail swished behind him, and his human hands now were elegant paws with retractable claws.
The sight was so absurd, so mesmerizing, you couldn’t help but stare. The cashier took the bills, his claws deftly sorting the currency with ease. It was as if the world had always been this way, and you had just been blind to it. The other customers in the store, if there were any, had either not noticed or simply accepted it as normal.
You nodded, mumbled a goodbye, and practically sprinted to your car, your mind racing faster than your heart. The drive back home was a blur, your eyes flicking from the road to the pedestrians, each one transforming into a naked anthropomorphic cat in your vision. Cars passed by, their drivers now feline faces peering at you from the safety of their metal shells. You had to blink hard a few times to make sure you weren’t hallucinating, but the world remained stubbornly fur-covered.