The place would appear as a log cabin in the woods, a store in a shopping mall, a mansion in the country, an art gallery in the city, taking
whatever form was most suited to that place. But two things were always constant: the cat-girls, and the human forms.
The cat girls would be waitresses, cashiers, maids, whatever role was required of them for the shape the long gone Madame Morphia's place
of residence would take, continuing her legacy. And the figures, would become paintings, mannequins, statues, puppets, again whatever
shape was best suited for where the place had appeared.
Those who in the heart of hearts would rather serve others would become happy immortal catgirls, while those who in their heart of hearts
would rather be served by others would become works of art, immortal, totally aware, sensing all. And would be served and taken care of
unconditionally by the cat girls forever. After all, if art didn't have a soul, it was just media. In both cases, their hearts and minds would
embrace what they had become. Otherwise it would have been just glorified bondage.
There had been incidents, rare, where the heart of the catgirl or artwork had changed, and they would become the other instead. Those who
believed in only relying on themselves, not helping others or accepting help from others couldn't find the place with a road map and GPS
instruction and a flashing neon sign. Any attempt to forcibly take them there or have them just wander there would result in them poofing
into the empty space the place normally occupied until it moved again.
The place was infinite within, but could create the illusion of being finite when needed.
The teenage couple who wandered in would be the first, but they would not be the last.
The pair's clothes soaked, it sublimely occurred to them to take their clothes off. They happened to find a dress room.
The moment the girlfriends' clothes were off, she spotted and empty pillar base. Her mind and body were drawn to it. She calmly stepped
upon it and struck a lovely pose. Her mind filled with images of her body friend oogling her, dusting her, cleaning her, always being with
her, smiling at her . . . her being beautiful forever and ever . . always looked at, always looked after, always loved.
Her title 'The Girlfriend' appeared on the base of the solid gold statue.
The boy friend meanwhile, was hesitant to put on a MAID'S uniform that he found within, for all of five seconds before his inhabitations were
removed. He now causally put on the uniform, that would become a business suit, a swim suit, or anything else for whatever form the place
would take on its next location. Brownish gold fur spread up his body, his form becoming female in the process, claws, cat girls, cat tail,
paws for feet, whistlers, fangs, all growing in place. His thought turning to always taking care of the place, and all the precious artwork
within it. His brown hair grew long and longer, then having a pretty bow on the end. She smiled and she turned around, and became happily
dusting The Girlfriend, humming a happy tune.