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It was supposed to be a normal day like any other. But why would that ever be the case? I rise from my slumber and see 100+ messages from my friend Cristian. As I rub the sleep from my eyes and peer at the bright screen, I see message after message after message. I contemplate just going back to sleep, but instead I sigh deeply and scroll all the way to the beginning of the texts.
It starts with a reel he sent me from the night before, one of those dumb text on gradient ones that always say stupid shit. The text on the overwhelmingly bright background read "I would give anything to be a cat girl". The next message was from Cristian himself...
C: Bro I wish I was a cute little catgirl without a care in the world
C: I mean just think about it my life would be so much easier. if I randomely turned into a cat girl in my sleep, I wouldnt be mad AT ALL
C: I wish I was a cat girl 😥
And that was when the messages stopped that night and he presumably went to bed. The next time stamp of a message was at 7:42 a.m., this morning..
C: DUDE THERES NO WAY IMFREAKING OUT OMG
C: YOULL NEVER FUCKING BELIEVE THIS
C: bro
C: Im a fucking cat girl
I stared at the message for a while. This guy had to be joking. there was no way he had miraculously turned into a cat girl.
Right?
M: you're joshing me.
M: you can't possibly be serious
M: ....proof
I looked away, staring at the ceiling. Honestly, the thought had always been sort of appealing when we joked about it. I mean, I used to say if he ever became a cute cat girl, I wouldn't be totally off put..
But now he apparently was one
I look back at the screen, my palms sweaty as I stare at the new notification. He had sent a picture. I take a deep breath and open up the thread. There it was.
"Holy shit", I muttered audibly, astonished.
In the picture was him, only...it wasn't. Sure, it was HIM, but as a cat girl?
Same features, I mean, you could obviously still tell that it was him, but now he had a sort of soft, feminine aura to him that I could feel just wafting off of the photo. He somehow looked more delicate, dainty. I scanned the image, taking in his (much longer now, mysteriously) curly hair. When my eyes reached the top of his head, I bit my tongue. Perched on top of his head were two soft-looking cat ears sprouting from beneath his hair. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I thought of what to say, what could I say? You look cute, man? I mean, he kinda was I guess.
She?
Oh, God.
Before I thought anymore, I felt my fingers typing out some stupid sentence.
M: damn dude, you look great 🤑
C: YOUR NOT HELPING
M: YOU'RE*** and WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO??!?!?
C: WELL GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME DAMNIT 🤬
M: ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
M: wtf is even going on rn
I scoffed. This was bullshit. No way in hell was I going over there and helping him. This was literally unreal. How could this have happened? I mean, what could I even do for him?
"Absolutely ridiculous," I muttered to myself, brushing my teeth after stumbling out of bed.
"Fuck that, I'm not doing jack."
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And then there I was, at his front door.
I cursed under my breath and said a quick prayer. This was going to be a long day. God, I hoped his parents weren't awake yet.
"Here goes absolutely freaking nothing,"
I rapped lightly on the door.