My New Life as a Catgirl

I slowly stirred awake. My eyes were heavy and my head felt like it had been hit with a hammer. I didn’t want to get up as the bed I was lying in was far too comfy. But somewhere, in the back of my mind, there was a nagging feeling that something was really wrong. As the feeling became stronger, I eventually pushed myself up and was greeted with a face full of pink hair.

Wait…Pink hair? I don’t remember my hair being pink. As I used my fingers to brush through my soft hair, I found that its length ended just at my butt. I don’t remember my hair being this long.

But now that I thought about it, I couldn’t seem to remember anything. I remembered coming home from work and laying down on the couch for a quick nap. Or was it the bed?

Why was my head so fuzzy?

It was at this moment that I realized I couldn’t remember anything. Even my own name escaped me.

What was my name?

My name was—

I tried to think but my name kept escaping me. It was as if it was on the tip of my tongue no matter how hard I thought though.

Suddenly, just before I felt my brain about to explode, a screen appeared right before my eyes.

STATUS

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Name:

Race: Beastkin

Gender: ???

Class: Slave

Rank: F

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[Attributes]

Strength: 1

Endurance: 1

Finesse: 5

Intelligence: 3

Wisdom: 3

Charisma: 20

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Skills:

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Perks:

[Submissive] - Receives pleasure from obeying orders of higher-ranked individuals

[Cute] - Charisma +10

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What the hell was this? A video game status screen?

“Ahh~”

A high shriek escaped my lips as I stared at the screen.

“Wait…why is my name blank?”

And why was my class ‘Slave’?

And most importantly, why was my voice so feminine?

“It can’t be…” I looked at the question marks next to my sex on the status screen. I quickly looked down at this body just to let out another scream. This time much louder than before.

“AHHHHH!!!”

Staring down, I was greeted with my body in a silky pink babydoll that snuggled against me, showing off the curves from my chest and hips. But why did I have curves? And why wasn’t my chest flat?

Peaking out from the pink pyjamas were two breasts that I knew weren’t there before. I wasn’t wearing a bra and could see my nipples poking through the fabric. It wasn’t that the breasts were unnaturally large that scared me, they were only a A-cup, barely visible beneath the pink nightwear. But even I could tell this was not the chest of a man. Was I a woman now?

Not only that, I felt another surprise from the appendage connected just above my butt. A very fluffy appendage. I had a tail…

As I reached up to feel the top of my head, I lightly brushed my new cat ears and gasped. It was just as I guessed. I had been transmigrated into the body of a catgirl.

A girl.

I couldn’t help but break out into a cold sweat as my new dainty hands made their way down my nightdress towards my private place. That was another change. my skin was so soft and smooth, with not a single blemish that I could see.

But as my hand made its way down between my thighs I froze. It was still there, hiding beneath my pink panties.

I breathed out a sigh of relief before freezing again. Why was it so small?

I remembered it being much bigger than before. Or at least, I thought it was? My memories were too fuzzy. But why did I still have my manhood when the rest of my body seemed so feminine? What the hell was happening here?

Well at least I confirmed I wasn’t completely a woman. Perhaps this was the reason my sex was undefined. While my body was very feminine…to say the least…I still had the genitals of a man. Well, more like a boy considering its size.

After confirming the existence of my manhood, I began to sort out my thoughts while sitting in the comfy bed. I had no idea where I was, I had no name, my body wasn’t my own and I was now, apparently, a slave.

I studied the room for the first time since I awoke. The theme of the room seemed to be black and bright purple, with almost everything in the room being in these colours. The room looked very fancy, with the humongous canopy bed draped in purple silk curtains and the exotic fur rugs that gave you the urge to nuzzle right into. Or was that my new cat instincts acting out?

As I stood up on the bed and stretched my arms above my head, I gave out a small yawn. It was time for me to get up.

But just as I was ready to get out of bed, my heart stopped.

The door burst open with a thud, and I fell out of the bed in fright.

The last thing I remembered was the woman standing in the doorway. But, before I could get a good look, my head hit the floor.

‘What a beautiful lady’ was my last thought before my conscious slipped away.