I didn't believe in magic until today, and I certainly didn't believe in magic rings by
extension. And I had always believed in men and women being equal: actually equal, not
the chauvinism my co-workers showed, and decidedly not the nazi-feminism my owner
was now showing.
My name is Nothing. I can't remember what my name -used- to be, even by cross-
referencing my memories. All I know is that I went to lunch with my work buddies because
they offered to pay, then this woman turned every male in the place into a woman image
they liked, in my case, a closet furry like myself, this meant a cat-girl.
For moment she had wished us all to be her loyal servants, and in that moment I knew I'd
die for her if she asked me to. But a moment later she wished for me to be her pet, and
suddenly I had my freedom of action back, apparently the ring thought that when she
wished for me to be her pet, she didn't want me as a servant.
I found to my horror that my wallet's picture ID which I happened to have out when my
buddies hesitated in paying for lunch after all when my body and clothes changed, now
listed me legally as Tabitha's pet!
Then came when she wished we'd be forever young and live forever, and change all we
touched into being like us.
That was when a demented thought occurred to me. My Owner hadn't realized her
mistake. She hadn't said for me to be a loyal pet or to have any sort of devotion to her,
only that I be her pet, nothing else.
Every victim everyone else touched would become more willing-unwilling-slaves to this
lunatic woman. Anyone I touched.... would they still have wills of their own in defiance of
her?... At least now I had all eternity to undermine her Sexist kingdom.