The four of you sit there for some time, pondering the situation. "Well," Mike pipes up, "I suppose it had better be me."
"No!" you reply. "You already risked yourself once. We can't ask any more of you."
She shakes her head. "Nope," she says, resolutely, "I'm going. I'm the only one we know can get safely inside, and I can hide inside the wood of the building, and I can make an instant exit that way if anything goes wrong. I'll be much safer in there than any of you guys would."
"Well...if you're sure..." you murmur. Mike nods emphatically, and you resume the long wait for night to fall. After a while, Jessica scoots over next to you. "I..." he mutters, "I'm really sorry about...about..."
"Don't be," you sigh. "I know what it's like to be under her mind control."
"You do?" he asks, surprised. You nod.
"If I hadn't gotten turned into a cat-girl," you reply, "I probably would've stayed her obedient maid for the rest of my life. I had to do what she told me; I couldn't help it. I'm just lucky cleaning was all she made me do."
"So that's the story behind the outfit," Jessica muses. "I was wondering."
You nod, a bit taken aback. He frowns. "Oh, no, don't take it like that!" he stammers. "I didn't think you were into-"
"It's all right," you interrupt. "This whole gender-swapping thing is pretty confusing." He nods. "Looks good on you though," he mutters to himself, apparently not taking the sensitivity of your feline ears into account. Realizing you heard him, he cringes and turns away, embarrassed.
You sit there, just as embarrassed, wondering if this means he's attracted to you, wishing that idea didn't make your heart flutter, hoping this isn't a sign of the mental changes setting in early, wondering whether said changes aren't actually just natural adjustments to one's new body and whether this is just an early symptom of that, trying hard not to notice how very naked Jessica is, and hoping for a distraction to take your mind off of all this.
Your distraction comes in the form of Aaron, who had a couple minutes ago headed off into the bushes for a little privacy, but is now groaning like she's in pain. Worried, you track the sound to its source, only to be greeted by a bizzare sight; Aaron is stting back slightly, moaning as a large egg makes its way out of her birth canal. You simply stand there, at a loss for what to do, as she gradually pushes it out of her body.
Once it's completely out, she gasps, sits up, and stares at the thing she's just produced. It's nearly as large as an ostrich's egg, although its surface is much smoother, and it's an ivory white instead of the brownish-tan you recall ostrich eggs being. "Shit," Aaron gasps. "I really hope that doesn't happen often."
You nod. "Let's hope we're not here long enough to find out," you say. "That looked painful."
Aaron shrugs. "I dunno," she says. "It wasn't screaming, convulsing pain like they say childbirth is; it was more like passing-a-really-huge-crap kind of pain. Fortunately, it didn't feel like there was any muscular distension; it's like I'm designed to do that on a regular basis. Peachy."
"Ooh!" squeals Mike, who has just arrived on the scene. "Are you gonna have a baby, Aaron?"
Aaron stares at her. "No!" she snaps, clearly squicked out. "I've never been with anyone! How could I have a baby!?"
Mike looks confused for a moment. :Oh, right," she giggles, "the pair-mating thing. I guess I've been hanging around plants too long."
"Hey, guys," Jessica calls, "I've went to the stream and caught some fish. I figure we may as well eat while we're waiting."