A Catgirl With A Dirty Mind
You were a guy, yet somehow, all this talk causes you to blush before you start laughing hysterically.
Robert looks at you in dismay, "This is our culture in the game."
You stick out your tongue at him. "Sore sport." You chuckle as you eye him checking you out. "So is everyone so serious?"
"What do you find funny?"
"Well, Robert, up to five minutes ago I was a dude and now I am this porn star, superhot cat chick. I mean I can smell your interest. And now thrusters, fire, explosions, and new planets to colonize? You got my female side all flustered." You point to his clothes and then down to his groin before pointing to the ground and commanding, "Down boy."
He looks at you in surprise and states, "That is completely, totally, not possible. There is only one room!"
"Well, there were two when I got there." You squeeze your breasts together to make them look even bigger than the C, possibly D cup. "And I got three good assets to help me set up Hooters on another planet and prove there was a second door."
Robert stands, unable to decide how to best approach the subject. He then stammers out, "You have a dirty mind."
"Just wait." Robert starts walking away and you follow. You put a hand on him and follow him down a corridor. "Sorry."
"No, you are hot." He looks at you flushed and says, "Sexy. Totally doable. I mean..." he shakes his head and states, "Just know cats like you go into a heat that drives the males crazy." He chuckles and ribs you in a friendly manner. he then laughs, "And cats like you can be rather noisy, if you catch my drift."
You finish the conversation with, "Please stop hitting on me. I used the same tired playbook to get girls back on my world."
"Yeah." Robert continues to walk and says, "So what's it like being a girl?"
"Only been twenty minutes. But it seems I know culture. The costume is really making my head hurt. And breasts aren't as glamorous as they say. They have a soft bounce and some real heft. Kinda hurts a little."
"Want me to help hold them?" He bravely offers.
"You know, I think there is hope for you yet, Robert." You continue following him to the gantry elevator.
"So, do you know your name?"
"What?"
"Here, you identify yourself by your name and it's a kind of magic. It's like you had that name all your life." He smiled, "But don't use your original name. Be weird having the porn star catgirl having a guy name."
You think for a second and go, "So I'm a Calico, right? I guess I could be an Amanda."
"Are now." He reaches for your pocket and pulls out an ID card. He looks at it a second and flips it toward you. The name reads 'Calico A. Starr.'.
"The A?"
"Amanda."
"And the Starr?"
"Porn Star." He chuckles and hands you the ID. He pulls out his card and the name, Robert F. Koch, hits you. You ask, "Is that what I think it is?"
"It is pronounced, Kosh as in kosher."
"And the F?"
He says the next words very, very slowly and distinctly. "Don't. Ever. Ask."
You both enter and ascend to the top of the tower where G-force pressure suits. You feel awkward as you find yourself in the men's changing area before you quickly relocate to the women's area. You watch as several other women undress around you and are slightly aroused but the feeling quickly subsides as you find yourself feeling self-conscious on your figure. You find a locker marked, 'C. Starr'. You quickly change into the blue suit inside and pick up the bag inside before you move to the staging area.
You find Robert surrounded by several other people. He quickly introduces you to several people and identifies others to you. He pulls you aside at one point and explains that the suit doesn't have a mind of its own, but can provide information as needed to help you adjust to this reality.
Almost on que, new information pours in your head as you realize you not only know how to fly, by you also have skills in other areas. You quickly enter the spaceship.
You see a guy turn around in his seat and wink at you from the cockpit. You giggle as you think of the word but think you know him. He's lithe and limber like you and has black markings on his light orange fur.
From a nearby seat a black catwoman blows you a kiss and gives a curt wave. You identify her as an engineer but no other information is coming to you on her.
There's a ladder leading to a second level and you can make out more open seating up there. You hear a gruff voice with a military bravado shout, "Hey, Pumpkin! Get your cute butt in gear and get strapped in! Or do you feel too embarrassed to sit with your team?"
Written by minerva on 20 January 2008
