Another CatgirlAs Aaron awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found he was transformed in his bed into a teenaged catgirl. His boxer shorts felt too large, two nipples poked at the thin cotton of his T-shirt, and he had a tail. Moreover, it was already 9 o'clock; he should've been out the door an hour and a half ago.
"Aaron?" his mother's voice called. "Your boss is on the phone! Are you there?"
When he tried to talk he gagged silently instead.
"It looks like he's still asleep; I'll have him call as soon as he wakes up. I'm sure you already know how easily he gets sick. Yes."
Aaron spat out a wad of saliva and hair onto his bed sheets. "Ugh. What was that?" His voice had become much higher too. "Hello?" he said experimentally. He was hearing through the top of his head too--through two big cat ears.
"Oh my!" His mother had poked her head into the room. "I don't think we've been introduced..."
Aaron pulled the blanket up over his chest. "It's me, Aaron."
"Your name's Erin? That's so cute! Aar
Time BunnyI don't think I can properly explain this whole mess without explaining about my mom, and about how I was born. My mother is a metahuman, and she has two powers. She can make copies of herself, and she (and her copies) can shapeshift into any human or mostly-human form. You would think she'd become some kind of superspy or superhero or something else with "super" in it, but she's a writer, and doesn't like to fight. Most days she wakes up way too early, drinks a lot of tea, and spends the rest of the day alternately writing and napping.
Some metahumans have this thing about how their powers should only be used for the common good, but my mom just uses her powers whenever she feels like it. When I was in elementary school she'd have one of her copies walk me to and from school, and if she was pressed for time she'd send a second copy to buy groceries.
The thing about her is that she's not very good with people. She loves me a lot, and she has a bunch of really good friends, but if you f
700 Catgirl NamesI am a huge fan of John Hodgman, especially his trilogy of Complete World Knowledge (Areas, More, and All). Each of these books has a list of 700 names of something (Hoboes, Mole-Men, and Ancient and Unspeakable Ones respectively), and I thought it would be fun to write a list of 700 catgirl names. I was wrong. Writing this list was a terrible idea that took several months and left my brain feeling as though someone had grabbed it and scraped out every last bit of goop they could possibly get out, and then just kept on scraping. And then I was at around 500 names. Since I actually did this thing, I have no choice but to share it with you, because that's just how things work.
Cat people (or homo felis) are one of many types of variant humans found all over the world, though female cat people, colloquially known as "catgirls," have a distinct mystique about them. (Dog-girls especially tend to resent this. The bitches.) This is in part
Slime Story: GraduationIt was late June, and I was having an average day. I hunt monsters using a sword, a Nike Cortana I got on sale at Monster Mart for $200. Its got DOUGLAS (my name, though everyone calls me Doug) etched into the blade (another $40). At the time I picked it because I liked the name. Philip gives me crap because it has a French name, never mind that the Adidas Excalibur he wants to save up for is too heavy for either of us to really use. At least its not called Exterminator or Terminator or anything else that ends in -inator.
Id spent hours cutting through squishies and stumpies when I came across a salamander. Theyre not super common around Los Banos, but theyre not rare either. I hate fighting those things because theyre always on fire, but I usually dont pass them up because salamander crystals are worth around $300, which would more than double what Id get from todays session. They
Otaku vs. ZombiesBryce woke to the sound of pounding on his door. He rolled over in bed and hoped it would go away. It didn't. He picked himself up and shuffled to the door. Something fell over in the apartment. When he opened the door, Julie slipped inside and slammed the door.
"Zombies!" she cried.
"Morning," he mumbled.
"Zombies!" she repeated.
"You broke your paddle thing." He pointed at her wooden paddle, which had at one point said seme on it. It was broken, splintered, and splattered with red.
Julie looked at it, then up at him. "Bryce! Zombies!"
He stared at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Ugh! Coffee."
Bryce shuffled back to bed, and didn't stir until a pleasantly caffeinated smell drew him to the kitchen table. She handed him a large mug of life-giving brown liquid.
Julie was sitting across from him with her arms folded.
She took a deep breath. "ZOMBIES!"
Bryce jerked backwards and spilled coffee on his chest and hands. "You don't have to shout!"
She thumped the remnants of her padd
Fairy Summoning 101For Suichi
Cecil was not happy. Granted, teenagers are not known for being at peace with the world, but Cecil had his own particular reasons for being unhappy. His last close friend, Baxter, had just moved away. For a while he and the other nerds at school had had a sort of enclave, and found strength in numbers. Now he was alone, and exposed to the brunt of the anti-nerd sentiment in the school.
Case in point: Cliff.
Cecil's path home was blocked by a wall of muscle that was mostly devoid of hair.
"Well, well, well! If it isn't nerdy little Cecil!"
Cecil carefully took off his glasses and put them into his shirt pocket. "Come on. Do we have to do this? I mean, do you like reenacting an overdone 80s cliché week after week? Surely you can come up with something more original to do, even within the realm of-" Cliff's fist went into Cecil's gut, and knocked the air out of him.
"Stop sayin' stuff! Give me your lunch money!"
"It's after school!" Cecil wheezed. "I spent it
Animal TownThe plan had originally been for Erin to take an express bus so she could take the train to San Francisco, where Christie and Donovan would meet her so the three of them could go shopping. They still had no idea what had caused Aaron to suddenly wake up one morning as a catgirl, but he/she was now mostly adjusted to her new state. She didn't care for having periods ("I've never heard of a girl who actually likes them you know," Christie had said), but she wasn't quite ready to try that medication that supposedly stopped you from having them. She'd also acquired an interest in clothes.
Clothes for guys are mostly just functional. You have to really search high and low to find clothes for guys that has anything more than a horizontal stripe or a plaid pattern to make it deviate much from the usual T-shirt and jeans look, and if you do manage to find them people assume you're gay. But for girls it's a totally different story. Although the sizes of women's clothes are an exercise in chaos
Neko(TF, TG, Catgirl) - Part 1/2Neko
I sat in the office of my MP, Dr. Reid. He is my family’s Magical Practitioner as well as my clinical Psychologist. The title of MP often carried with it a master’s degree on psychology. The job of an MP is similar to a doctor, except that all of his patients are those maliciously affected by magic, usually by an accident in their own performance of a spell. Since magical problems can also lead to mental issues or coping with an unwanted physical transformation, knowledge of psychology came in handy.
However, my issue wasn’t related to a magical accident. My name is Kyle, and I should have been born a girl. Spells did exist to transform my body into a woman but they, among other spells related to “curing” mental illness, were securely kept by medical professionals to prevent the accidental creation of more mental patients. A transgendered girl like me had to jump through many hoops to be considered for gender reassignment, but today m