The three catgirls discussed their plans, and decided to devote their time to researching any means of returning to their original forms, but before they could do so, there came the sound of a car - no, three cars - in the driveway. Cautious, they peeked out an upstairs window. In the driveway, loitering a bit and laughing it up with each other, were their parents, all three sets.
"What do we do now?" Jasmine asked.
"We tell them the truth, I guess," Klondike said. "I don't really think we have anything to fear. After all, they''re supposed to accept it, right?"
"Right," Tabitha agreed. "There weren't many details provided, but I was specifically told they'd accept it."
"Right," Klondike said. "Like I said, nothing to fear. So let's just go down there and tell them the truth. If nothing else, we've got our official papers to prove our story."
They ran downstairs just in time to see the front door open. "Hey, boys," Klondike's mother called out, "we figured you'd be here, given that it's a Friday afternoon, so we thought we'd all get together and-" She stopped short as she caught sight of the three strange girls in the living room, three strange girls who appeared to be...cat-girls?
"Finish the sentence, Mary!" Klondike's dad laughed. "What, are they naked in there, or..." He trailed off as he pushed past his wife, only to see the same thing. "Wh-who are you girls?" he managed to ask, as the other girls' parents made their way inside, stopping and staring just as Klondike's had.
"Mom," Klondike said, "Dad, I know this is going to come as a shock, but...I'm Derek. And these," she said, gesturing towards Jasmine and Tabitha, "are Jason and Timmy. We...we got turned into cat-girls today."
Nobody said anything for a long moment. Then Klondike's mother stepped forward. "Come here," she said. Klondike did. Her mother embraced her, first tentatively, then lovingly. "Yes," she said, pulling out of the embrace, "yes, you are."
"Mary," Klondike's dad asked, "are you...serious?"
Klondike's mom rolled her eyes. "You're such a man," she sighed. "Of course I'm serious! Do you think I don't know my own child!?"
"If it helps, Dad," Klondike offered, "we have some papers to prove it." She pulled out her paper and gave it to her dad. He unfolded and read it. "'Klondike?'" he asked, looking up at her. "'Klondike Elizabeth?'"
She nodded and stepped forward to hug him. He returned the embrace. "Looks like you were telling the truth," he said. "Sorry I doubted you." She said nothing, only hugging him tighter.
In similar fashion, the other parents were introduced to their new daughters, Tabitha Jamie and Jasmine Marigold. "But," Tabitha's dad asked, when the embracing was over, "how did this happen?"
One detailed recap later, they all sat in a circle on the living room floor. "Well," Jasmine's mom said, "despite the fact that we may have been wished into this, I think I speak for all us adults when I say that we're okay with your being catgirls. Right?"
The other parents nodded, some eagerly, some more slowly. "Myself," Jasmine's mom said, "I think that it's great that you've become girls, and I think you should hold onto that rather than trying to give it up." She smiled at her daughter, who fidgeted uncomfortably under her gaze. "But if you really have your hearts set on changing back," she continued, "we'll all be happy to try and help you find a way, if there is one. Right?" Again, the other parents agreed with various degrees of enthusiasm.
"You'll need new clothing," Tabitha's mom said. "You can sleep in your clothes or your underwear tonight, as you see fit, and we'll take you shopping tomorrow. We'll also stock up on the other products girls your age will need." Jasmine heard her mother murmur something about "adorable outfits they're wearing" and hoped desperately that her new wardrobe wasn't going to consist entirely of skirts and blouses.
"Anyway, kids," Klondike's mom said, "we were going to have a three-family barbeque, if you're still hungry."
"Famished, thanks," Klondike replied, and the other two catgirls nodded. They had a wonderful barbeque and then went to their separate homes for the night.
After the other families had left, Klondike went up to her bathroom and took a long soak in the tub, marveling at the sensations her new body produced. It wasn't even anything erotic; it was just that so many seemingly mundane activities and experiences felt so wonderfully different than they had before. After a long while, Klondike got out, dried off, and went to bed, sleeping unclothed except for her collar, wrapped loosely in her comforter.
Jasmine lay awake in her bed, fully clothed, worrying. She was sure she wanted to become a guy again, but it was pretty obvious that her mother hoped she wouldn't. She'd said as much - it was phrased as general advice, of course, but she'd been looking at Jasmine when she said it. And then there was that remark about their outfits - Jasmine hoped her mother wasn't planning to dress her in a girly fashion tomorrow, but the odds of that weren't good. She lay there a while longer before drifting off into a fitful slumber.
Tabitha lay in her bed. She was sleeping in her clothes as well, but had removed the skirt, as it made turning over or otherwise adjusting her position avreal hassle. She just lay there; she couldn't sleep. For one thing, her mind was filled with uncertainty. She wasn't eager to explore femininity the way Klondike was, that was for sure, but neither did she share Jasmine's apparent repulsion to the very idea. She wasn't really sure what she thought of the whole thing. And was there even a way to change back? She didn't know.
More than the uncertainty, though, she couldn't sleep because she kept thinking of the genie's death. Every time she was nearly asleep, that horrible thud would jolt her awake. She knew that the world at large was safe because of it, but she couldn't help feeling guilty for making the genie so angry she didn't notice the speeding ice cream truck. She got up and went to her closet. If I have to stay awake, she thought, I can at least have some company. The cool night air felt strange on her bare, smooth legs as she rummaged through the closet. Finally, she found what she had been looking for: a little stuffed cat doll she'd had as a child. When she'd grown out of stuffed animals, she'd saved it for sentimental reasons, but now it didn't seem so childish for her to have it. She lay back down, clutching the doll tight, and soon fell fast asleep.