You’re walking home one night after a long day. Upon entering your house, you see a peculiar sight in your living room; a gray cat has taken residence in your apartment. It stands on two legs but remains short in stature, only reaching your shins. The most identifiable trait of this creature is its big purple eyes. An Espurr, a psychic-type known for its remarkable power. What’s it doing in your home?

You approach the cat slowly so as to not startle it. Surprisingly, it doesn’t move at all, remaining where it is and staring at you blankly. After the next step you take, a headache takes you by surprise. Vertigo sets in and you’ve lost your sense of balance, sending you stumbling to the side where you lean against the wall. Something about the blood rushing to your head makes you feel hot and heavy. Even your clothes feel uncomfortable. 

Doing your best to shamble over to the couch, you pass the stationary cat and end up tripping on nothing, catching yourself with your hands and knees to the ground. Your clothes feel loose around your body but no less claustrophobic. “Fuck,” you mutter, bringing your hand to your head when a sharp object brushes against your cheek. Looking down, your wobbly vision spots a change in your hands. Those nails weren’t that long before. 

Something soft and warm brushes up against you, buzzing softly. It’s the Espurr. You can’t help but find its nuzzles to be a small comfort in your sudden disorientation. As you go to pet the cat, you rapidly shrink out of your clothes, your shirt trapping you underneath it. Small and helpless, you thrash around in an attempt to escape. Hands turn into stubby white mitts, your digits receding into your appendages. You lose the feeling of your own clothing brushing against your skin when a coat of gray fur grows all around your body. 

A deep, calming rumble starts emanating from your chest as you calm down and try to collect yourself. You’re stuck somewhere with your shirt acting as a massive tarp overhead. Seconds later, the covering recedes and you leap out as soon as you’re free. Looking behind you, you stare at the place in which you were trapped…It’s one of your shoes, now big enough to fit your entire body. Or are you now small enough to fit in the shoe?

Looking over yourself, you can’t help but notice just how different your body is. Small and gray with weak, stubby limbs. Even your tail is underdeveloped and pathetic! That’s when you feel something strange on both vertical ends of your body. Human ears flatten and migrate to the top of your head where they fold and hang loosely against your skull. Down below, your already shrunken human genitals start to regress. One moment they resemble a pre-teen’s, then a young boy’s, until nothing remains.

A voice is screaming in your panicked mind. What’s happening? Why are you small and furry? Where’d your penis go? Are you a girl now? These scary thoughts bounce around in that tiny brain of yours repeatedly like an echo in an empty cave. Curiosity gets the better of you and you crawl over to the mirror leaning against one wall. Shakily, you stand on two legs and quite literally waddle towards it like a toddler.

All you see is a tiny gray cat with a big head and large purple eyes. Between its legs–YOUR legs–nothing but a fuzzy slit. Your mitted paws attached to short arms can barely reach around to your front side to feel it. Blood rushes to your head again. This time it isn’t vertigo, but a blush. You can feel it as clear as day–the blush forming on your face as you paw the small gap between your legs–but all you see in the mirror is an expressionless kitten feeling herself up. The sight isn’t an attractive one at all, yet you can feel butterflies building up in your stomach. That same rumble begins in your chest again. Are you…purring? No, there’s no way. There’s no WAY you could be enjoying this! But…this experience is so surreal. It’s hard to think about anything but the lewd implications of switching sexes like this.

Into the mirror you speak, “Espurr…” but nothing with any meaning comes out of your mouth. “Es-es-es-purrrr!” you try again, only to be met with the same result, the same nonsense Pokespeak as before. 

In spite of this troubling discovery, you still can’t take your mind away from your new parts–you’ve stood here with a paw prodding around your kitty for two minutes now! 

That’s when you take a difficult gulp and decide on what you’re going to do, but before you can start exploring yourself thoroughly, an entire lifetime flashes before your eyes. Years upon years of masturbation, hours and hours of porn, every single experience from now to the beginning of puberty is shown to you in reverse-chronological order. You can’t help but feel lightheaded as your mind empties itself of this knowledge. You forget what you did in your bedroom just this morning, then last night. Two weeks ago, two years ago. Your first time with a woman? Gone. You struggle to recall your tastes in girls and preferred fetishes. 

Details on sexuality are swallowed into the fog and eventually you start to forget the first time you masturbated. After that, the first time you witnessed anything suggestive in your life. A pussy? What’s that? It sounds familiar, like something you should know, but don’t. Like a dream, these grown-up concepts fade from memory. You don’t know what a penis is, nor do you recall what it was like to pull your pants down to use the bathroom. And why should you know? You’re just an Espurr. 

Gazing into the mirror, you look at yourself, paw between your legs, a blank look on your face. You were doing something here, weren’t you? …Nothing. Can’t recall a thing about what you were worrying over before. Too bad. If you forgot, then it obviously wasn’t worth the time you spent thinking about it. You retract your arm from your crotch. The hole down there is where you pee from, no reason to touch it. 

Turning around without much cause for concern in your mind, you’re faced with the cat from earlier. A friend, perhaps? You don’t recall having any siblings. Nevertheless, the opposing Espurr seems quite happy in spite of your kind’s distinct inability to emote. “Esssp!” the cat, a male as you can tell, says. Through telepathic means, he speaks to you. “A friend! A friend! Purrrr~”

The Espurr approaches you, his cheek nuzzling yours. Something about this feels unsatisfactory, but using your logical thought, you conclude that it’s normal for two members of the same species to greet each other like this. You reciprocate the act and lie next to him, forming a ball of fluff on the floor of your house. The both of you feel at home in this state, huddled next to each other for warmth and the pleased purrs of both parties. 

Surely, whoever finds you like this will be quite curious as to where you’ve gone. 
What a foolish question. Is it not obvious? You’re right where you want to be.