AM sunrays blanketed the nude molly, making her groan and toss on the bed. Chance stirred a bit more until her eyes finally opened, adjusting to the rising sun. She stretched on all fours while letting out a deep yawn and rubbed the eye crust from her eyelids. A glance at the clock on the nightstand glowed a red 8:30 and let out a solemn sigh. 
‘Great…my first day on the job as a female…’ she grumbled to herself. 
She got up and fished into her shopping bags to pull out a black pair of panties and bra. In the bathroom, putting on the panties was the easy part but the bra proved to be the toughest challenge.
“Ugh! How do mollies do this?” 
She struggled a bit with the back latch of the bra even using the mirror to her advantage and being careful not get any hair or fur snagged. After finally putting it on, she found herself staring at the mirror, and eventually did some poses. 
‘Maybe I could do part time as a Cattoria’s Secret model… with a body like this I can easily make extra dough…and maybe by some other means with the toms ~puuurrrr…Ugh! Stop thinking like that!’ she shook those thoughts out.
Heading towards the closet, she grabbed the purple coveralls and hopped into it. But like with the bra, she soon had trouble with it too as the front zipper seemed to be stuck just almost halfway, showing off decent size cleavage. 
“Argh! Stupid zipper! C’mon!” 
But try as she might it just wouldn’t budge, even when she tried to tuck in her bust to no avail. She gave up on it after struggling for a few minutes and let out a defeated sigh. It’ll just have to do. 
After eating a cereal breakfast, she grabbed her wallet and keys and headed out for work. She arrived into the parking lot to see Jake already there opening the garage. Noticing the familiar truck, he greeted his work partner with a wave. Chance took a deep breathed and stepped out of the car, revealing her new gender to him. 
Let’s just say the phrase “Cat got your tongue?” is an understatement in this situation. Jake was awestruck at the molly’s beauty and how much chest she was showing that made his face a darker shade of red but also puzzled to see her come out of Chance’s truck. Not only that but how similar the fem-kat’s fur is strikingly identical to his friend’s. 
“Wh-who are you? Are you related to Chance in any way?”
“*Sigh…I am Chance, Razor!” she said to confirm her identity. 
The dumbfounded tom just stood there with mouth agape that indeed this was his friend with that kind of knowledge. 
“Bu-but how?!”
“I’ll explain when we get inside.”
After settling in the break room, Chance told her story about the Kat-A-Tonic slowly transforming him from the other day and yesterday’s search for the vending machine being a bust and the events that followed. Of course, she didn’t dare to mention the wet dream she had last night about their former boss.
Jake was having a hard time taking this all in. His best friend is now a molly and a soda that can change genders that no one knows about is a hard pill to swallow. Yet couldn’t help to feel sympathetic towards her as she began to look solemn and misty eyed. But then Jake had an idea.
“But wait! Didn’t you toss the bottle in the trash? Maybe that can have some info that can help!”
“You’re right! Oh Jake, you’re the best!” she said as she hugged him tightly, giving him a face full of bosom that made him blush for a bit before letting him go.
She dashed into the breakroom and dug through the black wastebasket to get the bottle. After finding it, she quickly scanned the label for any signs of contact info, even ripping it off to see underneath. When that failed to yield results, she tried the bottle cap too, both around and inside. But again nothing. Another window of opportunity had shut itself.
She slumped into the nearest chair after dropping the bottle back into the bin. She held her head as she began to cry as tears slip through the gaps of her fingers. Jake watched the whole thing and to him, it was odd to see Chance in such an emotional state. Looks like those female hormones were taking on much a stronghold within her. 
“Come on, man. I’m…I’m sure we’ll find a way to get around, um, this.” Jake said in a vain attempt to console and comfort his now fem friend. As much as he wanted to help, even he was clueless on where to start about an elusive soda and whatever company that made it. 
“Besides, we’ve been through tougher stuff before, right? We’re bound to find a solution to this!” he added as he mustered some more encouragement for his fellow feline, not wanting to see Chance anymore down in the dumps. 
“*Sniff…Thanks Jake. You’re a real pal.” She said with weak smile, wiping away remaining tears. “I’ll try to cope somehow. But we should get to start on working. Maybe that will keep my mind off things.”
Soon, the garage was open for business and they went back to work on the car they were currently maintaining on. However, while bending over and working under the car’s hood, she came across a problem.
“Ugh! Stupid hair!” she said as she brushed away hair that obscured her vision.
“Something wrong?” Jake asked as he rolled out from under the car.
“Dumb hair is getting in the way when I lean over.” She grumbled while trying to hold her hair back.
“I think I have an idea!” Jake exclaimed as he went into the main office and grabbed something from inside the desk drawer then headed back.
“Here, use this!” 
He gave Chance a rubber band who was confused at first until she put two and two together and used it as a makeshift hair tie, having a ponytail look.
“Thanks Jake.”
“No problem. The new style makes you…kinda cute.”
“Please don’t push it.” she sighed with a hint of frustration and went back to work. 
With morning hours being the least busy, they managed to get a couple of cars done that were now ready to go. It wasn’t until noon when business picked up slightly, but mainly for the usual oil change and tire maintenance and minor checkups. Of course, the male customers eyed the garage’s new attraction that is Chance’s hot fem bod. Some ogled her with blushed faces in silence; some even attempted to flirt with her and gave phone numbers as a ‘tip’. Most of the time she ignored them, but sometimes she flirted back due to female hormones acting up.
“Thanks for the fix, and maybe I can repay you more later. Maybe with a dinner?” an orange white striped tabby tom said as he gave her a slip of paper with a phone number on it. 
Chance took it nervously but started to calm as hormones took hold once again as she took a whiff of his sweaty musky scent. 
“Sounds like a nice deal, tiger. I’ll try to keep in touch.” She purred dreamily with a hint of lust. 
And she followed it up with a kiss! On the mouth, no less! 
Both the tom and an onlooking Jake were caught off guard and in awe at what happened. The customer left the main room dumbfounded with a hand on his muzzle to his car and rode off. 
“Whoa, Chance, are you feeling okay? Strange enough to be flirting with some of the customers but kissing them?!” Jake spoke up that caused Chance to regain conscious and awareness.
“I don’t- I don’t know…Ugh! This stupid body! It’s just like yesterday and I’m slowly getting used to it! I wish I can just wake up from this nightmare! *Sniff…I hate this…” She solemnly said on the verge of tears.
“Now the Chance I know wouldn’t sulk like this. C’mon, it’s just as I said we can get through this.” Jake replied in another attempt to console his friend. 
“*Sniff…thanks again, Jake…” Chance said while mustering up a weak smile. She understood that the tom meant well, but still felt lost as their leads turned to dead ends, betting on sheer luck to turn her gender back. “Let’s just get back to work.”
It was near around an hour before closing time as they worked on the last car for the day. Chance took out a sweat rag, the third one today, and wiped her face before continuing flat tire replacement. Suddenly she felt a surprising rush of feverish heat course through her body and it was when it happened.
“*Gasp….Aa~aaaah!” she moaned and shuddered as she felt her pussy and panties dampened. Unfortunately, this also got Jake’s attention who got out from under the hood and peeked over the side.
“Chance what was that? Are you okay?”
“Ye-yeah, I’m fine. Just need to go to the bathroom quick!” 
She dropped what she was doing and rushed to the bathroom in a panic. She entered the cheap single room bathroom with white painted walls and white tiled floor. The only things occupying it were a sink with a mirror above it, a towel dispenser, a black wastebasket and a toilet. There were obvious signs that maintenance was needed.
She unzipped the coveralls, revealing her lingerie and pulled down her panties. She tried looking down only for her cleavage to block her view to her annoyance. Then, she stepped back facing the mirror until her ¾ of her body was in full view. Looking at her reflection, she could see her wet vagina, getting all reddish, puffy and swollen. She placed her hand around her privates to feel warmness emitting from them. Even her nose detected a feint strange scent too, confirming her fears to be true. 
“Sweet Bastet…I-I’m in heat!” she mumbled to herself.
“*Knock! Hey Chance you okay in there?” Jake asked behind the door.
“Uh…yeah! I’m fine! Just an emergency bathroom break! That’s all!” she lied as she flushed the toilet. 
She quickly pulled up her panties and zipped up her coveralls and headed out, passing a concerned yet confused Jake and going back to work. She tried her best to ignore those feminine needs until closing time as her face flushed and her pussy leaked out more honey that drenched her panties. And of course, having certain thoughts about the only tom in the place with her that she tried to shake off. 
Soon, it was time as the garage door closed and the main office locked up for the night. 
“Well, see you later Chance, I’ll try to see if I can get any info on Kat-A-Tonic so let’s close shop tomorrow. You should rest and take it easy, bud, and I’ll let you know if I manage to find anything.”
“Yeah… see you later, Jake.”
After saying their byes, they went their separate ways. But Chance wasn’t about to go home just yet. She drove to the drugstore which was just a few blocks from the Pop’s Newsstand. 
After parallel parking in front, she briskly walked through the electronic sliding doors. The scent of disinfectants hit her nose and one that filled the completely white store on the walls, ceiling, tiled floor. After greeting the grey Bengal molly at the register, she navigated through the aisles for feminine hygiene products. She found them on aisle five and scanned the shelves.
She felt discomfort and unease looking at them, being reminded about the natural cycles that females go through, from periods to pregnancy. Soon, she found what she was looking for, a packaged bottle of Estrus Easer hung from a peg. Snatching it, she quickly went to the register and got a water bottle from the cooler as well. 
After buying the stuff, she went back to her truck and quickly opened the bottle of pink pills. Taking two, she put them in her mouth and washed it down with water. She took a quick breather before heading home, hoping that the meds work sooner than later as the prescription described.
After the drive home, she stepped into her apartment and went into the kitchen, setting her keys and wallet on the table along with the bottle of water and pills and slips of paper with random phone numbers. Also, undoing the ponytail by removing the rubber band from her hair.
In her room, she stripped out her sweaty work clothes and tossed them in the closet hamper. She went into the bathroom for a cold shower and freshen up, even feeling her still swollen pussy when she washed herself. At least, it didn’t feel as tense during work. So, looks like the pills are doing its job to some degree.
After drying off, she lied on her bed naked, wanting to rest for a bit, even massaged her crotch area for some relief. A quick glance at the clock showed 7:30, the night was still young. And she didn’t feel like watching TV or going straight to bed. 
“I need a drink.” She sighed while getting up.
She got dressed in red bra and panties and the black shirt with cat eyes and jean shorts. Grabbing her keys and wallet from the kitchen, she headed out the door and to her truck.
After driving around a few blocks and streets, she arrived at the local watering hole and her favorite go-to spot for a frosty cold one known as the Tipsy Tail Tavern. She stepped out of her ride and stood in front of the bar in all its dark mahogany wooden frame goodness with a large navy blue and white name sign on top. 
Stepping inside, she took in the familiar bar scene. It was standard with wooden planked walls left unpainted or wallpapered along with the undecorated wooden floors. Low hanging ceiling fans with wide fins slowly spinning lit the place fairly dim along with some neon lights that hung on the walls that advertised a variety of alcoholic drinks. A dartboard and some road signs occupied parts of the wall as well.
A set of three pool tables, a few round woodened tables for sitting and relaxing and to play card games on, a sole pinball machine in the upper left corner and a jukebox in the back of the room that played some hard rock tunes to fit the scene. And let’s not forget the restroom in the back too that had seen better days. 
Occupying the entire right side was the bar itself with steel round stools, manned by a gray calico tom in white shirt and khakis and black apron who was wiping down some beer glasses behind the counter. Behind him, a large array of alcoholic drinks from ale to whiskey contained in a variety of colorful bottles with different labeled brands. 
What unnerved her the most as she stepped in were the patrons. The usual burly buff beer guzzling biker gangs and bruiser and brawler types. Plenty of them were slobs with beer bellies, wore shredded denim jeans and torn jackets, some with eye patches, head bandanas, and other similar attire. It’s a good thing she or at the very least her female mind/body weren’t attracted to these types of toms. Though there were the few that had muscular frames like the sailors and dock workers that caught her eye but didn’t mind them too much as they too looked brutish and rough around the edges esp. with the facial features.
Unfortunately, she also knew how the usual patrons react whenever pretty molly is in their midst and the gawks and stares coming from the toms spoke that. Trying her best to ignore them, she went up to the bar and sat on the nearest barstool.
“Hello there miss! Always nice to see a new face. Anything I can get you tonight?” said the barkeep to the regular patron in a new fem form. 
“Just a Whisker Wet Whiskey please.” She stated her usual drink order without a second thought.
“Kinda daring for a sweetheart like you to have something this strong.” He replied while pouring her a drink into a square glass with ice. “You know, you remind me another regular attendee tabby. Not just with drinks but with looks too. Are you a relative of a guy named Chance Furlong perhaps?”
“Wha-!? N-no! I mean, never heard of him. Probably just a coincidence.” She clumsily lied in a panic but still managed to fool him. 
She also took a very quick sip of whiskey out of nervousness, only to come to another realization.
“*Cough! *Cough! *Ugh!” she hacked up some of her drink, earning some stares from the bartender and others. And then quickly said, “Heh, it went down the wrong pipe.”
‘Ugh! Why did that taste terrible? Oh scat… don’t tell me my taste in drinks changed too!’ she inwardly exclaimed. ‘Maybe it’ll come back to me if I drink a bit more.”
An unwise decision as it soon lead to another kind of realization.
“*Hic! *Hic! Ugh…my head…”
“You okay miss?” 
“Yeah, yeah, just fine. Just a slight headache that’s all.” She said to the bartender.
‘Great, this body is already starting to feel intoxicated. Gotta take it easy so I can keep the alcohol down.’ She gingerly swirled her drink, taking small sips in between.
“Oi, toots! How *hic* about we dump thisss sssscene and *hic* head somewhere…private?” Said an approaching stout biker, a tan furred tom, decked out in denim jeans and jacket with a pair of goggles and spiked helmet on. 
“Sorry, not interested.” She bluntly stated. ‘And of course, it had to be Frank to hit on me! Please let him leave me alone!’. 
“C’mon *Hic* babe! We will have a sssswinging good time!” he slurred. 
“I said no.” she replied.
“Aww, pleassssse! *Hic! I’ll make it worth your while!”
“Ugh! No way ya creep!” she said louder to the unbalanced drunkard.
“Okay, Frank, that’s enough or do you want to get kicked out like the last few times?” the barkeep threatened.
“Hey why don-!”
“You should heed your friend’s warning and leave the lady alone. Or shall I do the barkeep’s request of kicking you out myself?” 
A voice of a tom that walked in on the drunken scene as he approached the counter and sat down beside Chance. He was a tall and muscular tom with midnight black fur dressed formally compared to the other patrons in his beige jacket with a white undershirt and matching khakis. Yet to Chance he looked familiar for some reason, but why?
Then, a light bulb turned on in her head. But before she said anything, he spoke up. 
“Hey, you were the molly that walked by building I was working on yesterday, weren’t you?” he said.
“Um, yes! I do remember seeing you when I was out shopping.” She said with a blush, looking away for a moment to take another sip of her drink. ‘Darn it, I’m having those feelings again. Need to keep it together!’
“I’ll take a Yowler Lite, please.” He asked the bartender before going back to his conversation. “So how are you, miss…?”
‘Scat! Need to think up a name! Think! Think! Think!’ she thought and then said, “Chan-…Chancita Fur-…liss.”
“Chancita, huh? Such a unique and lovely name. Percy Purkins by the way. So, what brings a pretty kitty like you doing in a place like this?”
Chance felt her heart skip a beat when he called her that name, feeling more of an attraction to this tom than ever before. But regained composure and tried to answer back.
“Well, I, uh, just trying something different I guess. And um, cheap.” She replied, taking another sip of her drink.
“Heh heh, yeah, some of my coworkers recommended it. It’s pretty…decent.” He said while looking around the bar, receiving some stares from the other patrons. 
“Well, what do you do for a living, Chancita?”
“Oh! I’m, uh, a car mechanic.”
“Now that’s interesting! You don’t see much mollies working in those job fields. Maybe you can give me a discount when I take my car for a tune up?”
“Maybe under…mmmrrrowl…certain conditions I might.” She found herself subconsciously saying as she leaned in and licked her lips. But she blushed after realizing her actions, going back to her drink. 
“S-sorry about that.” she bashfully apologized.
“Heh, it’s alright. Not the first time I had a molly told me something similar.”
The two talked on for about an hour’s length as they finished two drinks each. Percy was still sober enough since the alcohol he drank wasn’t as strong as Chance’s who was feeling rather tipsy and unbalanced; her awareness of everything around her were diminishing as well. Still it didn’t help that her female pheromones and a feminine mindset were taking more of a hold. And the estrus pills were starting wear off fast with the alcohol consumption too. 
“And then I…*Hic! Told that guy to buzz off! Hehehehe!”
As she laughed, she almost fell over in her stool, but managed to grab onto the counter in time. 
“Careful there now, princess.” the bartender half joked.
“Don’t call me princessss! I’m Chanc-*Hic!” the drunk female protested while almost falling out of her seat again.
“Looks like the lady is gonna need some help.”
“Don’t worry I’m sober enough to drive and I’ll take her home. And I’ll pay for both of our drinks too.”
Percy laid down the cash for payment and helped Chance unto her feet. He got her out of the bar and near to his car, a pale green mustang. He managed to get her into the passenger seat and buckled her up as she leans and slumps her head against the window.
“Hope you don’t mind a little sleepover at my apartment. It’s not what you call high class but...”
The intoxicated molly didn’t pay much attention to him and gazed out the window as the city lights went by, getting blurrier as her sight grew hazy. It wasn’t long until she blacked out.
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“Mmmm…oooooh…my head…” Chance murmured as she stirred awake, eyes greeted by pouring sunlight through thin white drapes. 
When did she get home? Wait a minute. This wasn’t her room!
The burgundy painted wall room she was in looked way nicer than hers with more space and wooden paneling floor. Not to mention different contents in it as well.
In front of her was a forty-inch screen TV that sat on a three-foot open shelf cabinet that was filled with a library of books and video cassettes, and a VCR. There was walk-in closet to the right of the TV with its door ajar, revealing many dress suits, t-shirts, overalls/construction worker gear, and other male attire. 
To her right there was a sliding glass door leading to a squared balcony. It had a small round table with a glass top and a couple of cushioned chairs surrounding it. Leftward, there were another shelf with books and videos along with a CD player, and next to that was a four-sectioned black dresser drawer.
Looking down, the king size bed she was in with its purple covers. She lifted the covers to see that she was totally naked underneath! Where did her clothes go?! 
‘What happened to my-? Ugh! My head!’  
She tried to recollect the events from last night only to get hit with a huge headache, the hangover lingered still. Her eyes wandered over to the bed’s right side to find Percy fast asleep and shirtless nonetheless. And judging from beneath the sheets with a tenting bulge, pant less too. She stared at him dreamily for a moment until she snapped back to reality and shook in terror with a realization.
‘Oh scat! Oh scat! Oh scat! I-we didn’t! It can’t be!’ her mind was in a whirl of panic. 
“Mmm…*yawn…*groan.” The tom stirred awake.
In his half-wakened state, groggy eyes met a naked molly who looked at him fearfully. He wondered what was wrong until he quickly connected the dots.
“Chancita! Calm down, I can…I can explain okay?” he went on to ease the molly’s nerves.
“So, what happened huh?” she asked, taking a breather.
“Well, you remember that I drove you home since you were hammered, right?”
She only nodded.
“After that, I helped you out of the car and up to my apartment. You were very unbalanced and kept hugging and kissing me multiple times. Then, you kinda made a mess when you, um, threw up. Twice actually. On yourself and on me, and I had to toss our clothes in the wash. And, I tend to sleep in the nude esp. when it gets hot like this.”
Chance blushed in embarrassment at his accounts of the kissing and vomiting along with the tidbit of Percy’s sleeping habits.
“Then, I just laid you on my bed and fell asleep. You did mumble something about swatting and er, T-bone steaks? But it’s probably nothing. That’s all what just happened. I wouldn’t take advantage of a woman like that. I promise!”
Chance just sighed in relief and rested her head back on the pillow. There was a slight few minutes pause before he inched his way over to her. 
“But you know…” he said. “Since you’re up and sober now. Would you like to…well you know? I can even tell you’re in heat and smelled it from you even last night.” 
Chance looked at him with another bashful face at his offer along with noticing that she was in heat as she felt her loins warming and swelling up as if on cue. She was about to speak up that she had pills for estrus only to come across a startling realization. 
She forgot the pills at home!
‘Crap, I must’ve left them on the kitchen table last night!’ she thought. 
She was in a deep pickle as the tom wanted to offer his. Her body, esp. her growing hot pussy, feminine hormones and thoughts taking hold on every fiber of her being. And how can she say no to the sexy stud of a tom next to her? 
“N- ye- um, su-sure.” Chance muttered out as her male side gradually weakened to the point where resistance is nearly gone. 
“What was that?” he asked, approaching her slightly. She approached too in both reflex and instinct as her body was in desperate need, causing the heat within her body to rise. Very close, eye to eye, genital to genital, him feeling the heat emitting from her pussy. 
“Yes, Percy! I need this sooooo~ badly!” she said as she embraced the tom, lapping and nuzzling his neck and purring along. 
“How can I say no to that?” he replied and then embraced back, eventually both locked their muzzles into a long tongue twisting kiss. Percy broke it off after a while as he lined his dick to her entryway.
“Ready, Chancita?”
“Oh, Puuuurrrrcy…give it to me! ~Aaaah!”
 She gasped as the tom entered her. His long nine-inch dick pumped in and out of her extremely sensitive tunnel, slowly at first, eliciting moaning purrs and mewls from the molly as her body shivered in response. The feeling greatly increased as he nibbled on her breasts, tongue lapping up each milk filled teat.
“Muuurrrr…faster, please…ungh! Faster! Harder! Oooo~ooh! Feels soooo~ good!”
He did as she commanded as he pumped his cock in rapid procession in and out, resulting in louder purrs and moans from her. Her pussy soon throbbed at a high-speed rate simultaneously with his sex. She began to rock her hips along with his rhythm, nuzzling his chest and nibbling his neck in addition. Their climaxes drew so very close. 
“Ooooh…Ah~! I’m getting close…”
“Ungh! Aah…yeah… ah! Me too…”
“I’m….Ah~! Cumming!”
Chance let loose a gush of honey all over her partner’s shaft, slickening it as entered faster. Percy grunted and moaned as he came after, unleashing his load.
“Ooo~oh…Aaaah! Muurrrrrooow…” 
Chance moaned as she felt his cream flood her womb. After he finished, his cum covered dick exited her overflowing snatch. Both spent much of their energy as their pants turned into soft snores as they fell asleep in each other’s arms. 
She awoke about an hour later, dreamily looking at her still sleeping handsome mate. She felt like the luckiest girl in all Megakat City. Maybe life as a molly won’t so bad after all, she thought. If Jake and her can’t find any way to change her back, then it’ll be okay. A small smile slowly crept across her face as she nuzzled into her lover’s chest, falling asleep again in his strong arms, not bothered with the sounds outside including a pink truck labeled Kat-A-Tonic that drove on by.
End