"So, who is next?" Jackie asked, a malicious smile on her face. The pair remaining cowered, or at least tried to. "Well, sadly pirates originate from no specific culture, but a time period. And seventeenth century women were so boring." His eyes widened, as he realized turning his friend into a female was a normal way for her to work.
Suddenly, a voice spoke in Jackie's head. You are my only servant powerful enough to do what I will require you to do. I thank you for spreading Chaos on this glorious day, but forego today's duties for the task I will soon give you. Am I understood? The voice was unmistakable. Chaos was calling. And these two would have to be let free.
Free, but not untouched. With a wave of her hands, they were free, the cat-girl ran, glad to escape. The pirate stayed, panic on his face. "Problem?" Jackie asked, slowly walking away, toward a place she felt instinctively drawn to. A haunted house. Chaos wanted her there. Soon. With a yell, Jackie shifted her form into a crow, and flew off, leaving a stunned looking pirate behind.
The boots on his feet, black and obviously too large began restricting his feet, shrinking down, and soon they were smaller than his feet had been moments before. Small enough that bones would have to be broken to fit into such a small boot. Such a tight boot as well… It was like it was nearly one with his skin, and the boy fell, and pulled on the boot, unable to budge the nearly air-tight seal on the boot. How did his foot fit in that small of a shoe? Why was his leg hairless? What was that itching in his genital area?
At that last thought, his eyes widened, and his hands reached into pants, that rapidly became a short skirt, with, much to his horror, nothing underneath. Nothing familiar. No familiar genitals, simply a slit. While his eyes showed horror, the changes continued to spread upwards. Breasts began to bulge, as the loose pirate costume constricted, and shrunk, to a simple white shirt, which was tight as the boots, and clung to his new breasts tightly enough to show nipples poking through. While his arms shrunk, his neck thinned out, with his dark hair lengthening and lightening to a wispy blond, and his green eyes turned blue, while his face feminized.
With his hands, or rather, her hands, still under the skirt, the boy unknowingly showed the whole world a good view of his newest equipment. The horrified look vanished as a boy came up, dressed in a large cat costume. Instead, lust covered the boy's face, as horror covered his mind.
The cat-girl had returned.