John excitedly fumbled with his claws to open the compartment. In the
end he tore it open. Like the case, the compartment was also empty.
John sighed. A cold breeze caught his attention. The window above
him was open. He leapt up to the window sill. He stuck his head out
the window as his feline body crouched on the long sill in the high
window.
It opened on to a dark alley. Probably the best escape he could hope
for at this point. His ears perked up. Someone was coming. He looked
back into the room and down at the empty case. There was nothing there
for him anymore. He leaped off the sill and into the dark night. It
was good to feel the cold hard wet irregular surface of the old
disintegrating alley under his latex paws. Quickly, jumping from
dumpster to sill to fire escape- John soon found himself miles from
the airport in a shady part of town. He felt safe as he haunted the
rooftops and fire escapes. He would glance in the windows. In one
apartment a lady slept with an oxygen mask over her face. In another
junkies lay passed out on dirty mattresses. Some were too dark to see
anythingm, most people were in bed. He stopped on the 11th floor fire
escape of one building. The window was open and the warm air heated
the fire escape. Johne stretched on all fours and curled up. He
looked in the window into the sparsely furnished loft apartment.
There was a 20 aomething Latino guy working out wearing only his boxer
shorts.
To John's surprise he suddenly found himself enjoying the show. Maybe
it was his new feminine nature, he suspected. Based on the door frame
being 7', the guy was probably 5'5", but he looked like he was over 6'
to John, possibly because of his crouching perspective. John licked
his lips imagining that he was licking that Latino dude.
"Ay, cansado!" the man said at last finishing his rep.
He got up off the floor and peeled off his sweaty boxers. He used the
damp garment to dry away his excess sweat and tossed them on the
window sill to dry. John nearly leaped away, but the Latino guy didn't
seem to have seen him. John inched from his position to ward the white
wet boxers and started sniffing. His senses seemed heightened since
his body had begun to change. John rested his head on the dirty
boxers and dozed off.
The smell of cooking woke him not much later. He opened his eyes and
was startled to see a bowl of milk on the window sill in front of him.
"Ah, gatito o es gatita, tu hambre?" the naked Latino guy asked
carrying a plate heaped with eggs and breakfast meats. He set an empty
bowl on the sill next to the milk. He loaded some chorizo, bacon and
fried herring into the bowl.
John opened his mouth to say thanks, but only a "MIAOW" came out. The
Latino guy laughed.
"Eat up, pussy," he said.
John blinked for a second. Who did that guy think he was calling a
pussy- oh, yeah, the latex suit. John started to eat, he was famished.
Having emptied both bowls, John looked at the open window, and slipped
inside. He dropped to the polished hardwood floor and looked up at
the window. The apartment looked bigger inside than when he had
arrived. The door frames were like 20 feet high, not 7', but that
would mean that Latino guy was a 16 foot giant. John shook his head
and padded silently on all fours checking on the Latino guy's home.
There was a mirror propped up against the wall, and it gave John
pause. Last night he had been a tiger man. Not only had the suit
changed his gender and species, but it had apparently shrunk him. An
orange latex tabby cat stared back from the mirror or were they called
calico? He shook his head unsure and went to find the good Samaritan
who had fed him. At his current size he needed allies. He still
wasn't sure if it was the suit, the combination of the suit and the
bathroom stall or something or someone else that had caused his
current predicament. If maybe he could explain to the Latino, maybe
he could help him.
John saw the door was open a crack and pushed it open with his head...