There were so many buttons on the remote, Tricia had trouble making up her mind. She ended up looking through menus using the LCD screen, and happened upon a list of preset body modifications. She figured this would be the perfect solution to her indecision. Without bothering to check what type of transformation the presets had, she chose one at random and shot her reflection.
She didn't feel any different. She didn't even see a beam of light come out of the remote. She sighed, turning away from the mirror, and headed out of her room to see if the remote could at least control her television. She didn't make it to the door, as the changes finally started taking effect. A tingle began in her breasts and she became disoriented. She put the remote down on her dresser and started back to her mirror. Now her whole body began to itch. She was still feeling dizzy, as if her point of view was shifting. She couldn't keep walking for fear of toppling over, so she stood still to deal with her itches. While scratching them, her fingernails cut into her skin.
"Ouch!" she shouted in a voice slightly higher than she was used to. She saw that her fingernails had sharpened into claws, and that her fingers themselves were a little shorter and a little thicker. "What's happening?" she wondered.
Her clothes felt baggy. She realized that her short sleeves now reached all the way to her elbows. Suddenly her shorts dropped to the floor, exposing strange legs that were covered in gray fur. A similarly colored tail was growing from the base of her spine, and she grabbed it with her clearly feline hands. "No way!" she exclaimed. Kicking her new catty feet out of her shorts, Tricia bounded the rest of the way to her mirror.
She had indeed turned into a cat-girl, and from the looks of it she had been made shorter...no, younger. Her face was a little rounder than before, and she had completely lost the curves and developed breasts of a teenager. She must have gone back to being eight or nine years old. Her shirt almost came down to her knees, hiding a pair of panties that were in danger of falling off any second. Not that she needed them with her new coat of gray fur covering her entire body. Her hair had become a dark gray to better match her fur, and was much bushier. Two large cat ears stuck out of the top, and her face had a very faint impression of a cat's muzzle. Her eyes had turned yellow, with black vertical slits for pupils. She smiled with a mouthful of little sharp teeth.
"This is so cool!" she cheered. She skipped around the room, feeling the carpet between the thick clawed toes of her new feline feet. She jumped around on the bed and even tried walking on all fours. Her loose panties fell off during the activities, and she ended up removing her bra because it was swinging uncomfortably against her fur. After a few minutes of chasing her own tail in nothing but an overgrown tee-shirt, Tricia plopped down against her bed to take a breather, running her paws through her now wildly untamed mane.
"I bet I can do all sorts of neat stuff now." She looked up at the dresser where she had put the remote, now out of reach. Thinking for a moment, she crouched down and pushed off the floor with all her strength. She soared up high, landing with a dull thump on top of the dresser. She knocked a few picture frames and a case of lipstick to the floor, but at least she had the remote back in her young little paws. It was bigger to her now, and heavier. She couldn't believe that she had changed into an eight-year-old catgirl in just a matter of minutes!
"What else can this do?" she wondered.