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One Simple Task (clean)
by DS
Contains: humiliation, costumes, transformation
This is the revised (clean) version of One Simple Task, one of the
stories dealing with the Kerinkov family. After the original was completed,
I rewrote the story into this clean version, removing the explicit scenes,
slightly improved the narrative and provided more background information
on certain characters. The original (smutty) version can be found [here].
Part 1 - Black Cat
Vanita clasped her bag firmly as she reached for the doorbell, double-checking
the number to make sure she was in the right place. It had to be the
right place - she had spent the last half hour walking up and down the
street making sure it was, when she was already way late to start with.
Her heart sank as time passed without an answer - was miss Kerinkov
gone already? The woman was supposed to be some exclusive fashion designer,
but the place seemed awkwardly deft, with an impossibly large garden
up front, and was situated far from the busy city center... Doubting
between ringing the bell a second time and giving up, she jumped as
a loud buzzer sounded; recovering, she pushed against the door, which
softly clicked open.
The house had an old, musky smell to it, wooden carvings adorning the
place, but the hallway was littered with boxes - someone was either
starting to move out or just about done moving in. Vanita put down her
bag, trying to look around the broad stairs for a sign of life. "Miss
Kerinkov?" she called, and almost immediately a door to her right
opened. "You must be Vanita... Vaisham...payan? Is it Vaishampayan?
Right this way please". The woman inviting her in was tall, with
long curling blonde hair, and pretty in an unusual fashion; perhaps
it was Kerinkov's assistant. "I'm Natasha Kerinkov as you may have
guessed - please, take a seat" the woman gestured, holding out
her hand invitingly. Vanita blushed and shook the woman's hand - she
was in the right place after all, but she felt stupid for assuming someone
with a European name like Kerinkov would automatically speak in a thick
accent.
Miss Kerinkov wasn't as old as she had expected either, seeming in
her late twenties, but it was mostly her mature attitude that made her
feel much younger. "You're a little late Vanita, so I'll keep this
short. As I explained, I need you to attend the phone for today and
tomorrow while I'm out - I only just moved into this place; a proper
installation will arrive on Monday but I simply can't afford to leave
the phone unanswered until then". Vanita nodded - the job was perfect
for her, allowing her to do her first homework assignments and maybe
read a little; if she left a good impression, perhaps miss Kerinkov
would call on her again for other administrative tasks - after moving
into the city for her first year of college her finances had been anything
but comfortable, so she could definitely use the money.
"You can use this notepad here to make notes of any calls - like
I said, I don't expect there to be many, but just incase someone calls,
inform them I'm out for the day and ask only for their name and number
- only their name and number, you hear - and let them know I will call
them back tonight or tomorrow morning. Any questions?" "Shouldn't
be a problem, miss Kerinkov. You'll return around eight in the evening,
then?". She tried to match the woman's organized tone, hoping to
impress or at least inspire confidence. "Between eight and nine
- there are snacks and drinks in the kitchen fridge, feel free to help
yourself to those. Just keep your breaks short, I don't want the telephone
to be left unattended for too long". Vanita nodded, smiling. Miss
Kerinkov leaned closer, lifting her chin with her hand. "You look
like a responsible girl. I shouldn't have to mention this, but I don't
want you wandering around this place. Don't touch anything you don't
need to touch. Don't go anywhere you don't need to go". "Ofcourse,
miss." Vanita shrugged off the unsettling feeling she got being
near miss Kerinkov. This was going to be a breeze.
With miss Kerinkov gone, she could finally unwind - her first order
of business was to claim her space on the desk to do her homework; she
placed her books and pads, grabbed her pens and prepared for her first
subject. There was an antique clock across the cosy office to help her
keep track of time, the silent ticking accompanying the sound of her
pen as she worked, and as promised, the phone remained silent.
An hour later Vanita sighed, pushed her chair back and stretched. Two
subjects finished, but sitting still for this long made her feel stiff
and uncomfortable. A break to stretch her legs would do her good - she
took care to stay in shape, priding herself with more or less retaining
the nimbleness she trained in her ballet years. The kitchen was close
by, and Vanita was surprised by how modern it was - definitely renovated.
Miss Kerinkov had called it a 'fridge', but the stainless steel juggernaut
before her was more like a warehouse of foods and beverages, offering
a wide selection of healthy drinks and snacks for her to choose from.
She wondered if Kerinkov was planning to live here alone - the place
seemed impractically large for a woman living by herself. Vanita grabbed
some orange juice and decided to head back - she could drink it in the
office, her priority was to not leave the phone unattended.
But the phone didn't ring. The book she brought simply wasn't captivating,
she didn't feel like finishing the rest of her homework just yet...
and inevitably, boredom set in. The clock showed miss Kerinkov wouldn't
be back for at least four more hours, and she began to worry just how
she'd manage to fill that time. She stared at the phone, wanting it
to ring now, to break the monotony of having to sit there doing nothing.
But the phone didn't ring. Vanita tapped on the desk with her pen, staring
around the office yet again - it was an interesting architecture, with
high ceiling and a plaster ornament in its center, from which a rich
chandelier, adorned with glass or crystal of sorts, was suspended. But
she'd seen every inch of it by now, just like the rest of the room.
Bored.
After a while, Vanita shot up again, first aiming to just stretch her
legs some more, but she had been eyeing the opened door quite a bit
- surely she didn't need to stay in the room, as long as she made sure
she remained within earshot of the phone? Her curiosity quickly gained
the better hand, and it didn't take her long to abandon her post, leaving
the door wide-opened to ensure the telephone could easily be heard.
The living room was richly decorated with more antique furniture, but
she spotted several modern touches, making her wonder just how rich
miss Kerinkov was to be able to afford things like a massive flat-screen
television, adorning the wall almost like a movie screen. She resisted
her urge to turn it on - she was terrible with those sorts of high-tech
devices, and she always ended up breaking them or being unable to turn
them back off. The mixture of old and new didn't really work - it was
surprising how someone supposedly fashion-conscious could place a hi-tech
speaker underneath a classic painting. The spacious room had broad sliding
doors at one side, but Vanita told herself to behave. She had promised
not to wander around.
And yet... she couldn't help sneaking a peek into the next room, only
dimly illuminated by what little light filtered through the heavy closed
curtains. She found the light switch by touch, then gasped in amazement
as the large room lit up - between large moving boxes, countless mannequins
were already set up, and bolts of cloth were everywhere, mixed with
cut-outs, coiled threads, marking crayons, rolled out measurement tape
- this was definitely where miss Kerinkov worked, and she marvelled
at the outfits on display and in the boxes: uniforms, dresses, stage
costumes in all shapes and sizes. Vanita had always loved dressing up,
and the room made her feel like a little girl again, anxious to try
it all on in one go, but remembering her promise she contained herself
- no touching.
Moving further, she suddenly saw something move; her heart first pounding
in her throat, she smiled, then laughed at her reflection in a tall
mirror, beautifully adorned with a golden frame. A long green dress
stood nearby, and she took position behind it, appraising herself in
the mirror. The dress was far too lavish for a simple girl like her,
she thought - her long black hair and dark skin contrasted with the
white silk ribbons and embroidered cloth. It wasn't that she thought
herself as unattractive, the male attention she had received at college
so far pretty much eliminated such ideas, but she just couldn't see
herself wear a dress like that anymore, her days of acting and ballet
were behind her.
A pair of costumes caught her eye, elegantly draped over a large chest.
One a beautiful jet black, one a grayish white, both full-body costumes;
made from an odd, stretching fabric, smooth on the inside, slightly
bristly on the outside, mimicking a thin coat of fur. They appeared
to be cat costumes, complete with cat-eared hoods and long dangling
tails, and the hands and feet had pawed mitts attached to them. She
could see no seams, no zipper, no buttons that marred the design, but
the costume seemed elastic enough for its wearer to squirm into through
the neck hole. Miss Kerinkov's fame and fortune now began to make sense,
her talent in producing these was obviously amazing. She hesitated for
a moment, then took the black costume over to the mirror and held it
against her body; it seemed many sizes too small, but she imagined the
stretch would easily accommodate her.
Vanita bit her lip, resisting the urge to try it on. She loved wearing
costumes, it had always been her secret attraction to acting and ballet,
and a costume like this... but she was here to answer the phone, it
was her responsibility to do her job and not snoop around in miss Kerinkov's
property; she sighed as she realized she just broke her promise not
to touch anything. It took her effort to put the costume back where
she found it, and when she marched out the room she looked back - maybe
she could ask miss Kerinkov if she could try one of them on tonight,
before leaving? No... that would be way too weird. Maybe just asking
to try on a dress would work... but then she didn't really care for
trying the dress.
Vanita sat down at the desk with a sigh, staring blankly outside for
a while. The books before her couldn't captivate her, and when she tried
to continue homework she found herself doodling cat figures in her notepad
instead. What would it feel like, inside such a costume? She traced
her arm with her fingers, sighing again, then rested her head on it,
hoping for the butterflies in her stomach to die down. Over three hours
before miss Kerinkov would return... she never took that long to change,
it'd be more than enough time for a little bit of fun... she got up,
intending to needlessly stretch her legs some more, but she found herself
wandering off again, her feet taking her exactly to where she knew she
shouldn't go.
She'd just try it on for a short while, to see how it looked, how it
felt - she just wanted to be a little kitty cat for a bit, to experience
a professional costume like that, then she'd go right back to studying.
Her sensibility was outplayed by her secret excitement, the prospect
of wearing the costume just so... enticing, and she grinned madly while
she took off her shoes, slipped off her thin socks and began unbuttoning
her blouse. A moment of hesitation caught up with her - what if she
wasn't alone after all? Well... so what. The windows were covered, and
there were plenty of places to hide behind if someone was to unexpectedly
show up. Nothing could go wrong with just trying it on for a moment,
and she was giddy with pleasure when, down to her underwear, she poked
her foot through the neck hole of the black costume, relishing the feel
of the sleek inner fabric against her leg as it slowly disappeared.
Her second leg went in with trouble - the tightness of the costume
made it difficult to slide into, and she cringed as her panties slid
up with the costume, painfully grinding into her, and after some more
attempts she angrily huffed, stripping the costume from her legs again.
She blushed as an idea formed in her head, and she once again checked
the room - she was all alone, it'd be perfectly alright. Her panties
slid down her smooth legs, and after she placed them on her blouse she
unclasped her bra, unconsciously covering herself with her arm. Her
head spun as her legs slid into the costume, no longer troubled by her
underwear, and she gasped as the fabric clung around her ass and crotch
- even though the material was stretchy, she wasn't prepared for how
tightly it hugged her every curve, her crotch a textbook example of
deep cameltoe, the fabric riding inbetween her ass cheeks. She brushed
her hands down her hips, shivering with the unexpected tingling sensation.
It felt unbelievably soft.
"Geez Vanita, get a grip" she scolded herself, tugging the
top half of the costume up along her body, the sleek fabric sliding
past her bosom with some effort. The last bit was tricky, her arms abusing
the full stretch of the neckline slipping in and out to stretch the
hood over her head, and when she finally squirmed her last arm into
the costume it snapped into place, and she felt it pull on her skin
until it settled. She wiggled her toes in admiration, seeing the puffy
footpads respond, and she was amazed she still had some dexterity in
her hands, the thick paws around her fingers still moving with her motions.
She got up, wobbling on the padded feet - her first criticism with the
costume had to be that it didn't really seem comfortable to walk around
in, the thick pads making it difficult to balance. Supporting herself
on the chest, she moved over to the mirror, and beamed.
She looked gorgeous. Most of her body covered in jet black, with a
scruff where the costume ended at her throat. A long tail swished behind
her, slightly curled and somehow wasn't a bother no matter how she moved.
Her breasts were still very pronounced, and she could even see some
of her muscle tone on her stomach; the costume didn't wrap around her
body like normal fabric would, it simply clung to the skin, giving a
great sense of liberty. She blushed when she noticed she could even
make out where her nipples were underneath the cloth, adding to the
illusion of nakedness - but sexy as it was, it was still just a costume.
She knew she had to be careful; if she got it dirty by accident, getting
it cleaned up before miss Kerinkov would return could become a problem.
Dropping on all fours, she admired how perfect the costume wrapped around
her, and for a brief moment she imagined her ears twitching happily.
"Mrrreow" she purred to her reflection, and giggled, her head
oddly warm, fuzzy.
Moving around to pose, she noticed the costume had some sort of padding
in the knees - could it have been designed for that kind of position?
If it was designed for the theater, where actors probably crawled around
on stage in true feline fashion, it'd make sense to design pads like
that; she smirked as she mimicked such moves, prowling back and forth
before the mirror. She lost track of time as she prowled around in the
costume, and with a final stare in the mirror she could only conclude
she made one hell of a sexy kitten... but the costume would undoubtedly
look better on the person it was actually designed for. "What the
hell is wrong with you..." she scolded herself, focusing her efforts
on squeezing out of the costume again.
But as she pawed at her head, she couldn't get a grip on the hood.
It wrapped around her too tightly, and the mitts made it impossible
to get her digits underneath it, ending up just stroking her head, useless
aside the pleasant sensation, and a foreboding shiver ran down her spine.
The scruff at her throat similarly didn't budge - she couldn't even
reach underneath the fuzzy lining. Remembering how she originally got
into the costume, she began wiggling her fingers inside the mitts, trying
to push her way out, but even though she could ball up her hand inside
the paw, her sleeves appeared to be stuck against her skin. Transpiration.
She had been moving around too much, the material wouldn't slide off
in its damp state, not until she calmed down and let it breathe a bit
somehow; she could only hope that wouldn't take too long. Then a shrill
ringing sounded in the distance, and she froze.
"Crap!" She forgot about the phone. She needed to answer the
phone. She stumbled forward, trying to walk, but aside making it difficult
to keep her balance, the stupid costume was preventing her from stretching
her legs properly, and after only a few steps she slumped back to the
ground. The ringing continued incessantly in the background. No choice
but to crawl, she could worry about getting out of the costume later,
she had to get to the office right now. The padding made crawling comfortable
enough, but it was so slow, so slow. Into the living room. Still the
phone rang, and her limbs were getting tired from her exertion. Into
the office. She lifted herself onto the chair, the phone ringing loudly
next to her, and she fumbled with the horn, the mitts hardly giving
enough grip to even lift it, but she managed a desperate attempt and
held it against her head. "H-Hello?" she gasped. Dial tone.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT!!" One simple task. Answer the phone, write
down name and number, don't ask further questions. And she managed to
blow it. Stupid stupid stupid. Her mind milled around for excuses, anything
to make her failure sound a little more acceptable. But the only excuse
was that she was an irresponsible nineteen year old that put on someone's
costume while she should've stayed put in the office. She miserably
stared at the phone - even if it had enough buttons to maybe have some
fancy redial option, she wouldn't know how to operate it. Probably couldn't
even operate it with these mitts. Maybe the person would call back,
but she needed to get out of the costume before then, she could not
afford to miss any more calls, or she could forget about getting paid,
let alone getting asked back ever again. Her eyes drifted momentarily
to the scissors on the desk, but what good would irreparably damaging
this sophisticated costume do?
To make matters worse, the exertion of crawling all the way to the
office had caused further transpiration, leaving the costume almost
glued to her skin. She couldn't even loosen it biting gently with her
teeth, let alone slide it up and down her arms or legs. Quickly rising
from the warm chair, she concluded standing up would be the quickest
way to dry the suit, but the costume's awkward design made it tiresome,
and after a while she gave up, dropping down to her hands and knees
again. There was only one chance for her: to sit down, stay still, try
to answer calls despite her costume handicap and get the costume off
the moment it loosened up again. The clock chimed to warn her there
were now less than two hours until miss Kerinkov would return.
She sat against the desk, draping her tail around her, hugging her
knees with her arms. The costume began to itch, probably not intended
to be worn for long periods or something, or at least not without talcum
powder, but she tried to ignore it, hoping it meant it was starting
to dry - if she got it off soon, she would still have time to air it
out and put it back where she found it. The tight hood was making her
ears throb lightly, which had been pleasant when she was playing around,
but now it slightly worried her. Every now and then she tried to budge
the suit again, and every time it seemed more futile. Perhaps it was
time to face the fact that she might have to explain to miss Kerinkov
how she got into that suit.
At least it'd make for an entertaining story - she could already imagine
her roommate and friend Sophia laugh at her for getting herself into
this mess. She wondered what the girl would actually think seeing her
like this, though - it wasn't exactly a modest costume, and would easily
give people the wrong ideas. They had met in the introductory period
of college, stuck with each other and decided to combine their luck
to find a nice room to share rent. But although they usually ate together
and helped each other out when needed, she didn't really know much about
Sophia so far; the danger of creating the wrong impression was enough
for her to decide to keep this embarrassing tale to herself. But Sophia
wasn't the person she had to worry about... "Sorry miss Kerinkov,
I spilled juice all over my clothes and had to put something on while
they dried, so I walked past all the dresses and gowns and went through
great trouble to put on this cat costume". Yeah, that was going
to work just brilliantly. There was still time to get out of the wretched
costume, she just had to... But then she heard the key click in the
lock, the front door opening and closing. It couldn't be...
"Vanita?" miss Kerinkov called, her keys rattling onto the
desk. She shrunk back, retreated to the doorway, too ashamed to show
herself. "Vanita?!" miss Kerinkov called louder, and she bit
her lip, swallowed hard and stepped into the office, supporting herself
on the door post. "Ummm... m-miss Kerinkov, I..." she started,
but faltered, beet red with embarrassment. "Vanita... my God".
She realized the costume didn't really help cover her up that well,
and quickly placed her free hand over her crotch, still unable to face
miss Kerinkov. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" "I'm
so sorry miss, I just..." Kerinkov's serious demeanor seemed to
soften, and she approached Vanita, tracing the costume's hood with her
finger. "I guess that explains why you didn't answer the phone
when I called". Vanita thought quick - if that call was miss Kerinkov
herself, then she didn't technically miss any... "Thankfully it
looks good on you..." Was she letting her off the hook? Could she
really be that lucky? "W-well... it's kind of..." "I
like it" Kerinkov smiled, and turned around.
Vanita tried to walk into the room, but promptly lost balance. "I-I'm
sorry, I shouldn't have put it on, I'll take it off right away and make
sure you wouldn't even know anything happened to it...". Kerinkov
looked down at her, and she looked away in shame. She felt terrible,
wanted to just crawl into a dark corner; even if Kerinkov could somehow
overlook her blatantly ignoring her duties and messing up her costume...
she still betrayed her trust. "Well? I thought you were going to
take it off?" She looked up at miss Kerinkov now, surprised to
see her smile, though she wasn't sure if she was pitying her or mocking
her. "Miss Kerinkov, I'm sort of... sort of stuck in it".
Kerinkov nodded. "Ofcourse you are". Vanita swallowed, looking
up pathetically. "Could you please help me out of it?" Miss
Kerinkov sank through her knees, running her hands over Vanita's back.
"Let's see how you fit into it".
Vanita tried hard to stop her blushing as miss Kerinkov examined her,
plucking at the costume, tracing her head, shoulders. "Hmm... why
did you put on this particular costume, Vanita?" Vanita exhaled,
hoping to stay calm. "It... it just seemed fun, I don't know..."
"You like dressing up and pretending you're an animal, hmm?"
Vanita blinked, blushing even more intensely - what kind of a remark
was that?! "N-no, I m-mean..." This was getting way too weird,
way too personal, but she didn't dare protest, all she wanted was to
get out of the costume, and she needed miss Kerinkov to help her with
that. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Vanita" Kerinkov smiled,
stroking her back again, but Vanita was crushed, feeling like a total
idiot. "I'm afraid you really are stuck though".
Was she serious? "You don't understand miss, I have classes on
Monday, I can't go around wearing this, I-" Kerinkov looked at
her with a distinctly colder gaze. "It's you who doesn't understand,
girl. Do you really think that's an ordinary costume?" "No,
ofcourse not" Vanita countered. "I mean, it's nothing like
anything I've ever seen... I bet it's really expensive, I should've
never..." "Oh it is expensive too - I've sold costumes like
that for over a hundred thousand dollars, and I feel they're worth many
times that; do you think I could just let you walk home with it?"
Vanita shrunk back hearing that figure. She was wearing a fortune. "I...
I guess not..." Miss Kerinkov rose to her feet, and Vanita looked
up at her in confusion. "Miss Kerinkov... what am I supposed to
do?! I can't stay in this costume forever, I-" "Why not? It'll
grow on you". Miss Kerinkov had a lousy sense of humor, that much
was certain, but Vanita wasn't sure how to respond. "Let's go get
something to eat, you must be hungry". Why couldn't she just help
her out of the costume? Kerinkov was heading out towards the kitchen,
leaving Vanita alone and miserable in the office. "W-wait, I can't...
I can't walk in this" she called, clumsily crawling after miss
Kerinkov. "Ofcourse not - kitties don't walk, they crawl"
Kerinkov laughed in the distance, and Vanita sighed in shame, trying
her best to keep up. She deserved this humiliation.
Vanita climbed onto a seat, cringing as she caught a reflection of herself
in the cupboard window; looking down, she noticed the costume was hugging
her even tighter than before - this could take a while. The microwave
whirred softly, and something already smelled good - she felt her stomach
churn with hunger now, and she was glad for something to take her thoughts
away from her predicament. "You don't mind Chinese? It's not very
lavish, but it's tasty and quick... unless you want me to open up a
can of sardines for you?" She politely laughed with miss Kerinkov,
the cat jokes still coming strong. "No, no... Chinese is fine.
H-how was your day?" Attentive, yet to the point - she needed to
steer the subject away from this entire mess. "Hmm? Dull - left
the affairs to my assistant, I think I can afford to skip going altogether
tomorrow". She turned to Vanita, giving her a sly smile when she
saw the question on her lips. "Don't worry - I'm sure I can find
another use for you". Vanita sighed, not feeling like another day
of embarrassment; she wasn't in a position to refuse miss Kerinkov anything
however, not after how she screwed up the first and only task she had
been given so far.
The microwave chimed, and Vanita sat patiently while miss Kerinkov
divided the food between the plates - it reminded her of most of the
home meals she shared with Sophia; despite all her mother's cooking
lessons, she hadn't been enthusiastic enough to start cooking so far,
same for Sophia, but the growing list of fast food leaflets always brought
an answer. Kerinkov had even cut up the mixed dish into bite-sized chunks,
but as she reached for her chopsticks she realized the impracticality
of her costume: after pointlessly shoving the sticks across the table
with her paws, she sighed in frustration, and miss Kerinkov looked up
from her meal. "I... I can't..." Vanita started, showing her
paws in emphasis. "Then don't use your hands" was miss Kerinkov's
easy solution, and the slight irritation in her voice dissuaded Vanita
from questioning her. Eat without her hands? She stared at her food,
salivated at the smell, but she was confused about what was expected
of her. "M-miss Kerinkov, I don't think I-..." she stammered.
Kerinkov put her sticks down, calmly got up, lifted the plate from the
table, placed it on the tiled floor and pointed it out to Vanita. "If
that's how you want it - eat". "Y-yes miss Kerinkov".
She couldn't believe she let it come to that. If she had just eaten
it from the table... now she was on hands and knees, faced away from
miss Kerinkov, shakily moving her lips to her plate, too nervous to
protest the humiliating treatment. She imagined how she looked, bent
over to eat from a plate, her behind in the air, tail trailing down
between her legs; her cat ears bobbing with the effort of her chewing.
Acting like a cat had only been a weird fancy this afternoon, but now...
"Are you done?" miss Kerinkov asked, and Vanita turned around,
nodding bashfully, quickly brushing off some remainders from her lips
to not look like the complete idiot she felt she was. The smile on miss
Kerinkov's face weirded her out - how could the woman stay so calm about
all this; she rather seemed to enjoy her predicament.
Miss Kerinkov picked up the plate from the ground, quickly depositing
the lot in the dishwasher, and Vanita sat back for a moment while Kerinkov
washed her hands. "Do you drink?" She looked up, half-expecting
a saucer of milk or something. "What?" "Alcohol - do
you drink? I was thinking of pouring myself some brandy". Alcohol.
She was a social drinker, and she desperately needed this to turn back
into a social situation. "Oh, sure!" She heard the glasses
tinkle, and stumbled up on her feet. "Follow me" miss Kerinkov
instructed with a bemused smile, seeing her waddle a few steps, then
sink back through her knees, once again reduced to crawling after her.
Vanita's head was starting to feel woozy. The very warm room helped
with that, as did the ridiculously soft leather couch, but it was probably
mainly the alcohol starting to work. Miss Kerinkov was very forthcoming
in refilling the glass she held between her paws, sipping gingerly,
and she stopped trying to dissuade the woman, trying to drown her worries
in alcohol sounded just fine right now. "...so... I don't make
all of my costumes with the intent to sell them... sometimes, it's more
like they wanted to be made..." Miss Kerinkov rolled her brandy
in her glass, staring thoughtfully at the wall; Vanita wasn't listening,
trying to piece together how she got herself into this mess, the reality
of her situation weighing heavier and heavier on her.
"Miss Kerinkov I'm so sorry" she suddenly blurted out, her
emotions flaring up with the alcohol, tears springing in her eyes. "I
feel so stupid for putting on your costume and now it's not coming off
at all..." "Vanita..." miss Kerinkov interjected, but
Vanita let her tears flow freely now. "B-but I'm only a poor student
and I can't ever pay for this costume and I have classes on Monday and-"
Miss Kerinkov pulled her closer, softly hugging her while she slowly
stroked her head with her hand. "Shhhh" she whispered, and
Vanita sniffled. "I-I dunno what to do miss, I-" "Don't
worry. It'll all work out in the end; trust me". The situation
was too weird, too intimate, but not getting scolded or mocked for now
was a nice change, and she was kind of comfortable on the couch. Tired...
warm. Comfortable. Sleepy.
Vanita awoke in a warm glow. The bright morning sun was filtering in
through the windows, reflecting on the leather couch she was lying on.
She idly plucked at the leather, trying to piece together how she got
in this living room again. A date? No... it was a job she did... Her
nails got stuck in the leather, and she tried to focus her eyes. Her
hand was black, wearing some kind of glove. "Oh God yeah, the costume".
The cat costume she was still stuck in. Miss Kerinkov's cat costume...
she must've dozed off on the couch yesterday, all the alcohol knocking
her out fast, but fortunately she didn't feel any after-effects today.
She yawned - Kerinkov seemed in a good enough mood last night, so today
she'd take the costume off and return to some dignity. Shame really
- the costume had grown on her in a strange way, and felt extremely
comfortable in all its awkwardness.
But when inspected herself a bit closer, the irony of that thought
quickly hit her. The costume's fur had shifted somewhat, now thicker
on her arms and legs, her tan on her stomach almost shining through
the thin fabric there. She cringed when she plucked at the hair, blinking
in confusion. That wasn't supposed to hurt. That couldn't possibly hurt.
She lifted her breasts, gasping when she realized her nipples were almost
bare, framed by the softest tufts of fur. "Wha..." She stumbled
off the couch, landing painfully against the wooden table, briefly inspecting
her hands - padded and molded into paws. Claws sprung forth, and back
in again as she tried to stretch her fingers. "What the..."
The costume room. As quickly as her hands and knees could take her,
she crawled over into the room, pawing at the light switch until the
room lit up brightly, and she scurried over to the mirror.
"What the fuck...!" Her ears twitched on top of her head
as she approached her reflection, aside what was unmistakably her own
long hair, grown straight through the cowl. Her eyes were green and
slitted, her teeth were fanged, giving her face a feline accent; the
sides of what remained of her cowl ended in fuzz, much more like soft
neck hair than a hood. Something distracted her - it was her tail, flicking
back and forth nervously from her ass - her tail?! She clutched at her
body with her paws, watching her tail dance behind her, her muscles
rippling underneath the coat of hair. This went beyond the costume being
stuck on her skin. There was something else going on here, something
much more fundamental, and she needed answers, fast.
"What is happening to me?!" Vanita hissed, barging into miss
Kerinkov's bedroom with her full bodyweight against the door. "W-why
can I move this tail? And why is this costume, like..." She lost
her train of thought. Miss Kerinkov was awake, smiling warmly at her;
in the soft morning light she had a strange, almost angelic quality
about her. "...like... stuck to me". "Good morning, pussycat"
miss Kerinkov smiled, flipping her hair back. "I'm not..."
Vanita muttered, but Kerinkov shushed her. "I said it'd grow on
you, didn't I. It'll be easier if you stop thinking of it as a costume,
rather... well, think of it as your second skin, with a beautiful coat
of fur on it. It's a part of you now". "B-but I don't want
to be stuck in this forever!!" "Oh, pussycat... I warned you
not to go nosing around, you didn't listen, you chose to put on the
costume anyway, and now you're stuck". Vanita bit her lip in frustration
and shame, gasping slightly as her new fangs almost broke her skin.
"You gotta help me miss, I don't wanna be a pussycat, I don't..."
"Come here" miss Kerinkov commanded kindly but sharply, patting
the soft comforter covering her legs. Vanita was confused - why was
she even considering... "Come here, pussycat" Kerinkov repeated,
and Vanita couldn't withhold her urge, crawling onto the soft bed as
commanded; miss Kerinkov stroked her hair softly, and Vanita closed
her eyes in involuntary comfort. "You really are a beautiful girl,
Vanita, and you make a very sexy kitty. I think I'll keep you as pet,
wouldn't you like that?". Vanita felt her heart pound, and her
tail flicked behind her. Why did she let this woman talk to her like
this? She nudged her head against miss Kerinkov's hand, relishing the
sensation of each stroke; wondering why it was becoming so hard to think.
"I don't... I'm not a pet, I'm..." "Feels good, doesn't
it?" "Y-yeah, but..." Why did she even admit that? "So
what's the problem?" What was the problem again?
The petting stopped, and Vanita instinctively crawled after miss Kerinkov's
hand, somehow wanting more. "I have a present for you" miss
Kerinkov whispered, lifting something brown from her nightstand. It
was a collar, a thick leather collar with an attached bell. There was
something about the collar that confused her, some reason why she was
supposed to resist. It clasped around her neck while she tried to think
what it was, but even when she tugged at it while miss Kerinkov was
closing it behind her, it didn't come to her what it was. "There.
Now you are my cute kitty". She was a pet now? Miss Kerinkov was
her lady, her owner? Miss Kerinkov slid her fingers under the collar,
pulling her down to her face, and gently kissed her. Her resistance
faded, her thoughts lost in the moment, not understanding, but accepting
what she was told. She was... miss Kerinkov's pussycat...
Part 2 - White Cat
Miss Kerinkov was still in bed, with Vanita lying next to her on top
of the blankets, lost in bliss as her owner stroked her back. "Ah,
there you are, Juliette" miss Kerinkov suddenly spoke. "You
requested these documents..." a soft voice whispered behind Vanita,
and she scrambled onto her knees, blushing furiously as she covered
herself; Kerinkov stretched contently, apparently not caring about appearances.
A mousy woman with long silky black hair, a beautiful, porcelain-like
face and thin glasses held out a file, patiently waiting for Kerinkov
to rise up to take them. "Oh right, I guess I still need to sign
those". She took her time looking through the files, and the silence
made Vanita feel more and more uncomfortable; what had she been doing
just now? What had she been thinking...? She glanced back at the woman,
who now smiled uncomfortably at her. "You must be Vanita Vaishampayan
- I'm Juliette Evans, Natasha's assistant" she greeted, holding
out her hand to shake. Vanita nodded, moving to shake the woman's hand,
but stopped when she saw her deformed paw; the woman sensed her distress,
clumsily petting her head instead. "I think I'll give her a new
name actually" Natasha interjected, looking up from the papers.
"From now on, she'll be called Cat, just Cat". Vanita gasped
and turned around in confusion, but didn't dare protest - surely her
owner, no, miss Kerinkov... was just joking?
Juliette sighed. "Don't tease her like that, Natasha - I prepared
breakfast for us in the kitchen - I don't really have that much time
left, so..." Natasha smiled lazily, swinging her legs out of bed.
"Go eat breakfast then, I'm going to take a shower. Oh, and take
her along with you, I bet she's hungry as well - Juliette bought yummy
canned food for you, Cat!". Vanita cringed getting called by that
name, but Natasha just giggled noticing her distress; Juliette turned
around in frustration. "Natasha, stop humiliating her already,
the poor thing must be terrified of what's happening to her..."
"Why can't you just mind your own damn business? She seems to be
enjoying my costume just fine" Natasha snapped with sudden anger,
and Juliette cringed. "S-sorry... I'll be in the kitchen"
Vanita didn't understand the sudden tension between the two; when Juliette
gestured her to come along she crawled off the bed, wobbling on her
feet for a moment before shamefully returning to all fours.
"Don't take this the wrong way please, Natasha instructed me to
buy this canned stuff, I didn't realize why she needed it, so... just
bear with it until she's in a reasonable mood again, okay?" Vanita
looked miserably at the chunks of cat food in the metal bowl on the
floor, but to her surprise they actually smelled quite nice, and she
didn't want to make things even more complicated for miss Juliette.
"I-it's okay, it's my own fault I guess..." Juliette smirked,
petting her head. "You shouldn't have put on that costume..."
she whispered, and Vanita looked up from her bowl. "What is going
on with me though? What is this costume doing to me?" The delicious
scent under her nose was too tempting, and she blushed as she bent forward,
taking a gentle bite from her bowl. "The cat suit you put on...
it's difficult to explain properly, but basically, some of Natasha's
costumes turn out... cursed, for lack of a better term. If you're not
careful you get stuck in them, and if you're in them for too long you
start... changing to fit the costume". Vanita chewed thoughtfully,
her sharpened teeth ripping through the meat reinforcing her belief
in what Juliette was telling her. "Cursed? How is that even possible?
And am I going to change even more?" "That's kind of a long
story, and I have to go in a bit..."
Vanita ate hungrily while Juliette felt across her hair and back, as
if inspecting the changes. She let her, enjoying the caresses on her
fur more than she cared to admit, still hovering over her bowl a while
after she emptied it. "I can't help you out of it, and I don't
think Natasha is in a very good mood right now, so just try to endure
it for a while" Juliette sighed, scritching shortly behind Vanita's
ears. "Why was she angry?" Vanita asked, closing her eyes
in delight. "You should know this isn't the first time someone
got stuck in one of her costumes, I've been trying to help her prevent
this sort of thing from happening, but she's just so... Oh, don't bring
any of this up to her, she's upset enough as it is and she hates whenI
tell anyone about her... issue - don't get me wrong, I feel you deserve
to know what's going on... Vanita, whatever you do, try not to let her
treat you as her pet, alright? I have to be on my way now" Vanita
looked up at Juliette, only understanding parts of what Juliette just
told her, but nodded nonetheless; Juliette gave her an apologetic smile,
petting her head some more.
---
"Wow, Juliette" Natasha admired, crossing her arms across
her towel-clad chest. "Getting friendly with my latest 'victim'
are we?" Juliette hastily turned around, readjusting her glasses.
"Y-you know perfectly well how she feels right now - and she needs
to get out of that costume before it's too late". Ahh, Juliette.
Always the caring kind, always taking the side of the girls in her costumes.
Sure, she was jealous - that was her pet she was playing with. "Shouldn't
you be heading off? It's getting late". It was, but Juliette didn't
seem to appreciate getting told like that, quickly washed her hands
and took the pile of papers Natasha placed on the kitchen table for
her. "I'll be back around five then - you did sign all of these,
right?" She just waved her away, taking a quick drink from the
fruit juice on the table. Juliette's presence irritated her this morning,
her insolence fresh in her memory.
The wide garden seemed grim and unkempt under the clouded sky, and
the furniture on the patio was green with moss. She'd hire someone to
clean it up a little, but she wasn't sure how long they'd stay this
time. She still didn't understand why Juliette wanted to move from their
last home - one journalist asking too many questions and she got all
spooked. But because of this situation, she didn't expect Juliette to
stay with her for much longer - she had only been here three days and
already a girl was trapped in one of the costumes, despite all of Juliette's
precautions and warnings. She didn't care - it wasn't her fault this
time, and she really liked the way it turned out. It had to be fated
somehow, even if she hired the girl on purpose, she couldn't have guessed
she would go for that particular costume... and up until yesterday,
she had no idea it would look so sexy either. Cat didn't seem to realize
how pretty she was, and how gorgeous she had become, but her reaction
to the costume made for a very exciting pet, a perfect plaything to
keep her company in the lonely mansion. But she wasn't a particularly
useful pet, she definitely couldn't replace a talented and reliable
assistant like Juliette, and she loathed the thought of having to find
someone new.
But if nothing else, her pet certainly was amusing, licking the last
bits out of her bowl in typical feline fashion; she probably didn't
even realize how she was acting, and it made things all the more entertaining.
There would be plenty of time to play before she'd get back to sewing,
and she looked forward to having her beg for more pettings. "U-umm...
miss Kerinkov..." Cat muttered, looking up, then averting her gaze
again with a blush. "What's wrong, kitty?" She saw the girl's
tail flick nervously, her ears twitch, and smiled. "C-could I maybe
get a drink?" Natasha sank down on her knees, caressing the girl's
face; she could smell a light hint of fish on her breath. "Would
you like a nice saucer of cream?" she mocked, scritching Cat's
chin, but to her surprise Cat shook her head, her collar bell tinkling.
"I-I mean, like... orange juice or something".
So she was still resisting... as cute as that was, right now Natasha
didn't feel very patient. "Don't be silly... all kitties love lapping
up cream". She pulled Cat's head closer, moving in to kiss the
girl again. But the girl pulled away, blushing. "I-I really like
you miss, but this costume is just..." Her enthusiasm was quickly
turning sour now. "Are you saying there's something wrong with
the costume? Doesn't it feel good?" Cat shrank back in fright,
and Natasha's patience was wearing thin; nobody resisted her costumes
for long, so what was holding her back? "It's beautiful miss, b-but
miss Juliette was worried... it might get worse, with the curse I mean,
n-not how it feels..." A cold wave of disgust rippled over Natasha
as she realized Juliette had been talking behind her back again.
"Oh! I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" "Shut up" she hissed,
and Cat cringed. She didn't need another person whining and reminding
her about her so-called 'curse'. She didn't need another person telling
her those creations were 'dangerous' instead of trying to appreciate
their quality. Playtime was over. She reached to her left, grabbed the
leash from the kitchen table and hooked it to Cat's collar, who nervously
fumbled her paw against the joint. With a sharp tug on the leash, she
pulled Pussy before her, looking up in fright. Without a word, she walked
off to the back room, roughly pulling and dragging Cat behind her, crawling
and stumbling to keep up, muttering soft protests all the way, but she
was too pissed off to care. Finally she pushed the girl into the large
basket she had Juliette prepare for her, tied the leash to the radiator
in a quick knot and left her in her basket, miserable and alone. That
girl would learn to respect her lady yet.
---
Stupid stupid stupid. Why did she have to bring up exactly what Juliette
told her not to? She sighed, hugging her knees. Now she was still thirsty,
but tied down in a basket like a stupid pet. This costume was something
else, that much was obvious - curse or not, it seemed grafted to her
skin. It didn't even feel like a costume anymore, much more a furred
nakedness than anything else, and she wondered how she'd be able to
hide it in public: a long trenchcoat and just try to keep her tail still?
A hat over her ears? She couldn't even walk normally, she'd be crawling
through the busy street, everyone staring at her, maybe led on a leash...
she bit at her arm again, trying to feel something, anything that could
give her hope of getting out of the damn thing, but gave up when she
tasted blood. She sighed and began cleaning the wound with her tongue,
blushing as she realized what she was doing moments later. Only a pet
would do a thing like that...
A door in the distance slammed shut, and Cat cringed, her mind clearing
for just long enough to realize that if miss Kerinkov saw her like this
she'd lose all possible credit as a human being, and miss Kerinkov might
not even bother to help her out of the costume. She quickly rose back
to her knees, licking her lips - still thirsty, she needed a drink.
Inspecting the knotted leash, she found her paws were quite ineffective
against the thick leather, her sharp nails just leaving scratches; her
teeth were more effective, and despite the bad taste, with some effort
she managed to finally jerk the knot loose. She spat out the leash and
crawled off into the hallway, dragging her leash beneath her, and to
her satisfaction she found a slightly opened door to a toilet, a white
sink gleaming in the light. Balancing herself against it, her reflection
in the mirror surprised her again; it was unbelievable how the costume
had merged with her, and at the same time... she somehow didn't hate
how she looked, it was just...
But her legs started shaking with her efforts to stand upright, and
she quickly remembered why she was here: water. Her paws fumbled on
the faucet, trying to grip the round knob; she swallowed dryly with
anticipation of refreshment, intensifying her efforts, but the faucet
simply wouldn't budge. Even clasping her teeth around the knob didn't
help this time, and her shaking legs finally gave way, returning her
back on the ground, thirsty, frustrated. She needed a drink, badly.
And then she noticed the toilet bowl, and blushed. It looked clean.
She could... Cat shook her head, the mere thought was ridiculous. She
was a well-raised girl, she wasn't desperate enough to... It smelled
clean too. The water in the bowl shimmered with her breath, but she
pulled away. She couldn't let her instincts take over like this...
---
Three, four, five stitches. Natasha held out the hem of the satin dress,
inspected her work, and smirked. Sewing usually took her mind off her
troubles, but she was still pissed. The sharp ring of the doorbell worsened
her mood - she hated interruptions, and she wondered who would show
up at her door anyway - Juliette had her own key, and the electricians
were unlikely to show up on a Sunday. Brushing the clipped threads off
her skirt, she began pacing for the front door, muttering about the
inconvenience of only being able to remotely unlock the door from her
office. The doorbell sounded again, despite her already at the door
now, and she angrily pulled it open, startling the pretty blonde girl
behind it. "Uh... hi... I'm here for Vanita?" Vanita actually
invited someone over? She looked over the blonde, clutching her schoolbag
nervously; she hadn't figured anyone else knew about Vanita's stay at
her place, and this was a serious complication. "And you are...?"
she informed coldly, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh sorry!
My name is Sophia, Vanita's roommate - we were supposed to do a homework
assignment together, and Vanita thought it'd be okay if..." She
smiled guiltily at her, and Natasha thought quick - she couldn't just
send her on her way, not with Vanita about to go missing for a while
and everything. She needed some answers.
"...Sure, no problem. Come on in, Sophia". Sophia nodded
happily and stepped inside. "I'm sorry to be a bother, miss...?"
"I'm Natasha Kerinkov" she replied, and they shook hands;
Natasha was surprised by how smooth they were. "Oh, I thought...
so anyway, are you really a fashion designer?" Sophia asked, peering
into the hallway; she was obviously a lot braver and more curious than
Vanita, and that could be a problem. "You could say that".
"That's so cool..." They walked to her office, and Natasha
guided her in, quickly checking the distant street out front, half-expecting
more people to show up. "Is Vanita busy?" Sophia asked, staring
around in the office for a bit, and Natasha looked back from the window,
smiling thinly. "Vanita is a little tied up right now, but I'm
sure she'll be around soon". "Must've worked late last night,
she didn't come home..." She sounded concerned for her friend,
and Natasha knew she needed to resolve that. "Oh yeah, Vanita was
pretty exhausted - she fell asleep on my couch, so I just let her stay
the night - I'm sorry if that caused any problems". "Oh! No,
no worries, I mean I didn't know if she was supposed to stay over or
not, we only discussed the homework assignment really".
Natasha sat down on the desk for a moment, measuring Sophia up for
a moment. Definitely a cutie; where Vanita had a deep exotic look, Sophia
was a Slavic beauty such as herself. "So... who else knows about
you and Vanita being here?" she asked bluntly, and Sophia was taken
back. "Uhm, what..." "I'm trying to keep this address
private, I only just moved in and then you show up all of a sudden -
should I expect a party here tonight?" "Oh! Just Vanita and
me... definitely just us two". Just what she wanted to hear. "Listen,
Sophia... I'm kind of busy working on a dress, but you're free to join
me until Vanita gets back". "You mean actual designing?! If
it's okay, I'd LOVE to watch..." Natasha wrapped a kind arm around
her, guiding her to her sewing room. "You seem excited - do you
have any experience designing clothes yourself?" "Oh no, I
did some modelling though, I'm just not very good with my hands".
Natasha clacked her tongue, her excitement growing. "A model, hmm...
maybe I'll let you try on some of my creations". For the first
time, Sophia's cheeks glowed a beautiful rosy pink, and Natasha grinned
wickedly as she made her decision. It'd infuriate Juliette, but that
thought appealed immensely to her right now.
---
Cat blushed as she lapped at the surface water with her tongue. She
was drinking from the toilet, unable to stop herself from acting on
these weird new impulses. She knew it was probably the costume doing
that to her, and she wondered for how long she was supposed to be eating
from a bowl, crawling on a leash, drinking from toilets until miss Kerinkov
would let her out. Miss Kerinkov said she'd 'keep' her as her pet...
what if she was serious about that? Sleeping in a basket, lying on the
lazy couch, enjoying the sun... she couldn't resist a smile as she realized
those prospects didn't sound all bad, and having to go back to college...
didn't seem quite that appealing to her all of a sudden. The sound of
the doorbell snapped her out of her daydream, and Cat hoped it was Juliette;
at least that woman seemed to be on her side. But what if it wasn't...
hearing Miss Kerinkov stumble in the back, she sat against the wall,
trying to stay quiet to avoid getting spotted - she was supposed to
be tied in her basket, not drinking from the toilet, and upsetting miss
Kerinkov even further would be bad. The doorbell rang again, and immediately
after the door was opened, and Cat could faintly make out a voice...
a voice she knew very well...
Sophia. Their homework assignment. She forgot all about their appointment,
forgot Sophia would show up, but now... there she was. She was about
to move out of the toilet to explain the situation when she realized
how she looked: she was hopelessly stuck this cat costume, unable to
even walk properly. If Sophia saw her like this... The voices in the
hallway disappeared, and Vanita snuck out of the toilet, crawling back
to her basket. But if miss Kerinkov didn't send Sophia away, and didn't
bring her over there either, what was she...
---
"Wow... these are SO beautiful". Natasha looked up from her
work, watching Sophia go from dress to dress. "Oh, those - they
sell well, but they're not my best work". She smirked as Sophia
held up a black dress, with frilled apron - a maid costume, but definitely
too short and tight for practical purposes. "Kinky...!" Sophia
giggled, but quickly put the dress down again when she saw her scowl.
"That particular costume is... special, I'd rather you didn't touch
it". "Sorry" she whispered, blushing. "So - you
don't mind sharing an apartment with a weird girl like Vanita?"
Natasha suddenly commented, placing the sewing needle back in the cushion.
Sophia spun around with a confused smile. "What? She's not that
weird...?" "Ah, then there's a lot you don't know about her"
Natasha laughed; Sophia's eyes nervously darted across the room. "Oh!
I d-don't know, I mean really? She seems normal enough, I don't think..."
"Do you like her?" Sophia was blushing crimson now, not knowing
where to look. "W-what do you mean, 'like her' - she's my friend,
I mean... Geez!" Natasha just smiled; the girl's expression told
her more than enough. She now understood why her hands had crafted two
cat costumes - it had to be fate, there was no fighting it, and with
no further hesitation she gestured Sophia over. "Come here. There's
something I want to show you".
---
Vanita felt her heart pound as she watched Sophia and miss Kerinkov
from the shadows. Miss Kerinkov had just called her weird, but she realized
she couldn't really blame her for that - what kind of girl would go
and put on a costume like this when she was told not to touch anything?
But she didn't like the tone of miss Kerinkov's voice; she felt her
tail swish back and forth while she listened intently, almost taking
along a sash hanging from the wall. "Wow... it's really well-made"
she heard Sophia exclaim, fingering the white costume miss Kerinkov
held up gingerly. "It's a cat costume-" miss Kerinkov explained,
"-every hair in it was individually placed for the most realistic
look and feel". "Wow" she heard Sophia repeat, and Vanita
suddenly realized why she had had a bad feeling about this all along.
"Would you like to model it for me, Sophia?"
Juliette had explained there was something very wrong with the costumes;
she still didn't really understand what happened to her but Miss Kerinkov
had to know it better than either of them. But Sophia definitely didn't
know, and now miss Kerinkov was trying to seduce her to wear the costume.
Sophia was in danger; she needed to do something, warn her, she couldn't
let her friend get stuck as well... Sophia was already taking off her
blouse, and slipped out of her pants professionally. But she was still
wearing the black costume, if she could still call it that, and if Sophia
saw her like this... Sophia took off her bra, her top now entirely bare,
seemingly uninhibited by miss Kerinkov looking on approvingly.
---
"Umm... my panties too?" Sophia informed, and Natasha nodded
resolutely. "You said you modelled before, right? Believe me, you
have nothing to be shy about". She tried to control her breath,
already shallow with excitement. Two cat costumes. One black like ebon,
one white like snow. Sophia complied, and Natasha took in her naked
beauty - she was perfect, just like Vanita was. She'd wear the costume,
because the costume wanted to be worn by her. Her head spun with delight
as she helped Sophia into the neckline, savoring the velvety softness
of her skin, making sure the costume went on flawlessly, but there was
nothing to worry about. Sophia seemed almost in trance, despite the
awkward questions earlier not protesting as she pulled the costume further
into place. She tugged the long blonde tresses into the cowl, where
they would undoubtedly pop out of soon enough again. Sophia was hers.
"Let's take a look at you" she whispered into the girl's ear,
assisting her towards the large mirror.
"It's..." Sophia started, hiding her crotch with her paw,
trying to smile off her embarrassment. "It looks very sexy on you".
"Is it supposed to... I mean, I can see..." "So what?
You have a beautiful body, Sophia. The costume just emphasizes that".
She could see Sophia's lip trembling in the mirror, but the girl relaxed,
letting her hands slide aside her body. Miss Kerinkov smiled, resting
her hands on the girl's hips, stroking down firmly to straighten out
the costume. Sophia turned around, blushing as she saw her backside,
the white tail plump between her round cheeks. "I-It's really...
geez... what is this costume for?" Natasha smiled, turning Sophia
back again. "The costume is for girls that want play kitty - girls
like Vanita". Sophia blinked, briefly touching the white ears on
her cowl. "Wait, Vanita... Why does she...?" "I told
you she was weird... and I think you're just like her, hmm?" Natasha
whispered into her ear, and Sophia turned crimson.
---
Cat was still frozen where she was, unable to force herself to step
out and confront Sophia, knowing that she had failed to stop miss Kerinkov
from suiting up her friend. And strangely, seeing the girl in that white
costume... mesmerized her, her eyes locked on the white tail swaying
left and right with every move. And then it happened - her uncontrollable
tail caught in a dress, pulling a mannequin down with a terrific crash,
and she cowered in fright of the sudden racket, realizing too late that
her cover was blown, and miss Kerinkov stood over her with a mocking
smile. "Hmm... so you managed to free yourself... just as well,
it's rude to keep guests waiting, isn't it?" she whispered, grabbed
Cat's leash and gave it a firm tug. Cat hung her head, miserably crawling
after miss Kerinkov.
"Come, Cat" miss Kerinkov called demonstratively, letting
Vanita crawl before her, still holding her leash. Sophia was in shock,
covering her mouth with her pawed hands, and Cat saw the fear in her
eyes. She had to do something, anything to comfort her. "Hey Sophie"
she greeted upward, trying to seem as relaxed as possible, keeping her
aroused breathing to a minimum. "A-are you alright Vanita?!"
Sophie cried, wobbling two steps towards her, but Cat waved her paw.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I'm fine. Look, I sort of forgot
about our project..." she stumbled, trying to stay cheerful despite
her blunder. "Why... why are you on a leash? I-I mean sorry, geez...
this is none of my business, I..." "She's on a leash because
she's my pet" miss Kerinkov interjected, bending over to stroke
Cat's hair. "I'm not... I'm not really a pet or anything"
Cat explained despite her furious blush, trying not to enjoy the petting
too much. "I mean, we were just playing around, and I... mmm...
ahh..."
It took Cat several moments to realize she stopped talking, and Sophie
was staring at her in disbelief. She had to regain control, had to tell
miss Kerinkov to stop touching her, had to get Sophie out... "You
see, she really enjoys wearing her costume". Cat whimpered in protest,
but the petting felt too good. She couldn't look Sophia in the eyes,
knew Sophia must've been horrified with her at that moment, but at the
same time there was a certain fulfillment in that. It was true - she
liked wearing the costume, denying it any further wouldn't help her.
"I found her like this when I came home last night - really, girls
these days" miss Kerinkov giggled, but Cat was too far gone to
pay attention to her words. She heard herself purr, a low, warm rumbling
in her throat and chest, her ears ringing. No, it wasn't her ears ringing...
something else was ringing, something that got her into this mess in
the first place. "Be good now" miss Kerinkov cooed, and walked
away to answer the distant telephone; Cat only slowly recovered. "A-are
you okay Vanita?" Sophia finally whispered, and Cat blinked - Vanita...
that was her, she was Vanita, Vanita. She nodded with a timid smile,
feeling way better than just 'okay'. "What's going on here? What
happened to you?"
"I've been really stupid" Vanita mumbled, her collar bell
tinkling softly as she covered herself. "What do you mean?"
"I put on this costume and didn't answer the phone... but then
I got stuck in the costume, and..." "So why did you put on
the costume in the first place?" Sophia asked in confusion, and
Vanita looked up again. "Because... God, I don't know why... it
just... it just seemed so exciting to try..." "But that costume
is even tighter than mine, how did you even get into it..." Sophia
blushed, but Vanita was beyond modesty at this point. "You don't
get it - it didn't look like this at first, but when I woke up... well,
first I got stuck, but the costume was cursed, and this morning I looked
like this, and I ate from a bowl, and... drank from a..." Tears
of shame were welling up in her eyes, making it difficult to find her
words, especially while seeing Sophia dressed up like her, in that beautiful
white costume...
"I didn't know you were... you know, into that stuff... with the
collar and everything" Sophia said vacantly, sounding like she
wasn't really listening. "But it sure looks good on me, doesn't
it?" She turned around, modelling herself in the mirror, and Vanita
wrinkled her nose as Sophia stuck out her ass in a pose, her dangling
tail accidentally tickling her face. "I'm not... it's not what
it looks like, I just..." Vanita whispered desperately, but she
wasn't so sure about her words anymore. "I should've... should've
remembered you were coming over as well, and now..." Sophia turned
around blushing, and covered herself up again. "I-I guess we ought
to start on that math assignment, right? We've already lost quite a
bit of time, and I have my fitness class at five..." Vanita looked
up in alarm - Sophia still wasn't taking this seriously!
"You don't understand, Sophia... you gotta take it off right away"
she hissed, grabbing Sophia's shoulders with her paws. "You'll
get stuck in it if you keep it on, and you'll... change, just like me".
"Come on, you can't be serious about..." Sophia grinned, then
gave her a puzzled look when Vanita demonstratively flicked her tail
while twitching her ears, her expression finally alarmed now. "Wait,
you really can't take it off?! Why didn't you tell me earlier!".
The clumsy mittens on her white costume didn't help her initial efforts,
and Vanita recognized how useless they were; she moved in, clamping
her fangs down on the soft left ear and pulled hard. "What are
you doing? I think I can just..." Sophia started, but the white
scruff at her neck already didn't seem to budge. "Hold on"
she warned, and wobbled uncomfortably as she bent over, pawing at the
edges of her cowl. "I can't... geez, what is up with this thing...".
The dangling tail on Sophia's costume gave Vanita an idea, and she
moved around to Sophia's backside, took the plump white tail into her
teeth and yanked it hard. Sophia yelped, falling back down on her hands
and knees, but she didn't protest. "T-try that again?" Sophia
encouraged, and Vanita started tugging in earnest while Sophia tried
to pull back her hood. "It almost feels glued to my head, what
is this thing..." Vanita didn't give up, couldn't give up. She
had accepted her own mistake, but her best friend deserved better, no
matter how good she looked in the costume. Sophia groaned as she pulled
and pulled, but minutes later they were both panting in frustration.
It was useless. All their efforts had just made the costume even tighter;
Sophia was scratching herself, and Vanita now knew that was a bad sign.
It was just like Juliette said, the costume... was beginning to affect
her. Sophia sighed and scrambled back on her feet. "Let's just
wait for miss Kerinkov to help us out" Sophia suggested, and Vanita
shook her head. "I think she... actually enjoys this... I doubt
she will let us out any time soon". "Well, let's get the heck
out of here then so we can find someone who will help us". "S-sure...
I know where the back door is, follow me". Leaving this place...
why hadn't she given that any thought herself? She crawled forward towards
the corridor passage; Sophia stumbled after her, supporting herself
on the mannequins and clothing racks. "Wait up, Vanita" she
panted, out of support for a few yards. "This costume is... I think
it's too tight". "It's designed to force you to crawl"
Vanita sighed. It took a moment for Sophia to resign, her blush intensifying;
Vanita felt sorry for her, knowing just how humiliating it felt. "O-okay,
let's go".
Vanita slowed her pace to let Sophia catch up; it surprised her how
agile she had gotten crawling on all fours, and Sophia was definitely
still struggling. The back room was just up ahead, and from there they
could sneak out into the garden... and then they would be safe... right?
"I'll open the door" Sophia whispered after collecting her
breath in the back room, rising up on her feet to work the door handle.
She was dexterous despite her mittened hands, and soon the cold breeze
swept in through the opening, making them both shiver briefly. "Wait...
we... we forgot our clothes, geez" Sophia whispered, and Vanita
took a moment to understand why that mattered - pets didn't need clothing,
but... "Just go, you don't have time" she panted, nudging
Sophia forward with her paw. The costume was messing with her mind,
she hadn't just forgotten to bring the clothing, it was almost as if
she had forgotten about clothing in the first place. "Well, come
on, what are you waiting for?".
"I..." Vanita started, but she felt too embarrassed to continue.
Sophia looked back from the garden, her instability forcing her back
on her hands and feet. "What's wrong?" "I don't know...
I just...". "Wha-?" Sophia slowly crawled back in, blinking
at her in confusion. "I... think I'll stay here, it's my own fault
I ended up like this, and miss Kerinkov might help after all...".
"Are you serious, why-" "...and... because I like it
here" she admitted, her cheeks glowing warm as the real reason
escaped her lips; she didn't understand why she felt this way, why she
wanted to stay with miss Kerinkov, but the cold outside air nailed the
decision for her - it was warm and cosy inside. "Y-you're insane,
come on, this isn't funny anymore..." Vanita shook her head, her
tail arching around her body. "I'm sorry I got you involved, but
miss Kerinkov was right, I really do enjoy playing kitty..." "But
what if she doesn't help you... you'll miss your classes... what about..."
"I don't care" Vanita whispered. "I don't expect you
to understand why I like being treated like this... I don't understand
it myself really, but... I'm staying here".
Sophia sat up on her knees, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"Geez... you're just going to let this Natasha Kerinkov keep you
stuck in that costume and humiliate you for her enjoyment? I can't believe
this". Her words were harsher than the tone of her voice, which
confused Vanita, but her mind was made up, and she simply nodded - there
was no need to stretch this any further, this was where they parted
ways; she had to take responsibility for the mistake she made. And get
petted more, Vanita thought with an inward smile.
"If you put it like that..." The door shut with an oiled click,
but Sophia was still inside. "W-what are you doing, Sophie?"
The longer the girl would stay in the house, the less chance she'd have
of getting away while stuck in that expensive costume - miss Kerinkov
would never just let her go. "I'm not leaving you alone with her...
either you're coming with me, or I'm staying here... with you".
Her blush confused Vanita. "Now there has to be a way..."
Vanita stared in amazement as Sophie began rubbing her paws over her
own cowl again, but frustrated with the lack of friction, she began
licking her paws, then tried again; the result was the same however,
the seams of the cowl were already fading away and kept it firmly in
place. "Don't just sit there... help me" she panted, but gave
Vanita a surprised look when she saw the girl's mystified expression.
"It's already starting... you're acting like a kitty" she
explained. "No, I was trying to..." Sophia looked at her paws,
sighing as she gave Vanita a desperate look.
---
"Trying to wash your pretty little ears?" Sophie tried and
failed to rise up from the floor when she heard Kerinkov's voice - when
did she come in? "M-miss Kerinkov, umm, I'd like to take off the
costume now, it's beautiful and all that, but... I... I feel weird"
Sophia muttered, clasping the central heating for support. Miss Kerinkov
observed her with a wicked smile. "But that's precisely why you
need to stay in the costume". "Wh-what? What is... happening
to me?" Sophie pawed at her body, growing more and more nervous
by the minute; Vanita could see slight changes ripple over the features
of the white costume, wrapping tighter and tighter around her friend.
Miss Kerinkov gestured at Vanita. "You're becoming a pretty pussycat,
just like your friend here". "B-but I don't want to be a cat!"
"Haha, a cat? My costume won't turn you into a cat - what would
I need a cat for?" Miss Kerinkov laughed, but Sophia didn't feel
relieved. "You don't understand... I'm totally not into this dress-up
stuff, I-" "Ah?" Miss Kerinkov interrupted. "I made
that costume especially for you... my fingers never make mistakes, and
I saw the way you looked at yourself in the mirror, so you might as
well be honest about it". Sophia looked up, trembling, tears in
her eyes, but she was still blushing. "Y-you can't keep me in this
costume" she whispered resolutely, and miss Kerinkov just smiled.
"Come here, Sophia". She bent over a bit, patting her knees.
Sophia looked up at her in confusion, unsure of how to respond, yet
she felt herself crawl forward until she sat at miss Kerinkov's feet.
"Now can you please take it off?" Sophia tried again, but
instead of an answer she felt miss Kerinkov's hand on her head, stroking
her softly. "Shhh..." Sophia felt dazed, the room spinning
slightly, but the sensation of her hood getting petted felt surprisingly
good, and she couldn't bring herself to protest. "I..." she
mumbled, closing her eyes in momentary bliss. "Can you feel it?"
Sophia nodded dumbly. "Being a pet isn't so bad, is it?" Sophia
just blinked, her mind simply not cooperating - why was it so hard to
think... "I'll let you be my Kitten... maybe you don't like dressing
up, but I know how much you want to be with Vanita here... so stop fighting
it" Kerinkov smiled, but Sophia balked, and with all her remaining
willpower she shook her head, unable to keep herself from nudging it
against Kerinkov's warm hand immediately afterwards. And then the hand
stopped, and Sophia looked up in frustration.
"Come, Cat... it seems Kitten doesn't want to play with us".
Miss Kerinkov walked out of the room, and Vanita crawled after her,
the sound of her collar bell jingling in the corridor. Sophia's head
was throbbing, confused. How could that woman say she made it especially
for her? She never even met her until today, and even that was an accident,
and now she was walking off with her roommate on a leash. Her friend...
she realized she was staring at Vanita, crawling out of her life, when
she never got around to telling her... The two turned a corner, and
Sophia caught a last glimpse of Vanita's tail, twitching excitedly.
She felt her own tail twitch in response, and could finally place that
strange emotion... jealousy...
---
Miss Kerinkov lazily sat back on the leather couch, smiling at Cat
who sat before her, blushing. She knew the girl would remain reserved,
aware of her situation - she preferred it that way, watching her try
to fight her instincts again and again was incredibly satisfying. The
full effects of the costume had surprised her - the physical fusion
was one thing, but the feline quirks in her behavior she hadn't anticipated,
nor how she seemed to zone out when she was petted. She patted the couch
invitingly; the girl hesitated still, seemingly distracted by something
behind her. With a grin, she concluded fate had worked fast today.
"Oh, it's you - what are you still doing here?" she mocked,
stretching her arms above her head, not even turning around. "Why,
instead of taking off your costume and going home, do you come crawling
back to me?". She felt the girl behind her crawl closer, could
hear her shallow breath, and finally turned to face her, smiling as
she saw the intense embarrassment on the girl's face. "Cat is going
to stay here with me, Kitten. Are you sure you want to join her, dressed
like a silly little kitty cat?" Sophia was close to breaking, she
could see it in her eyes, and she held out her hand, confusing the girl
for a moment. "Show me what kind of girl you want to be, Kitten".
She could see Sophia's lips were trembling as she leaned forward, planting
a soft kiss on her palm. "No no no... that won't do".
Sophia cast down her eyes, her cheeks burning with humiliation, but
understood what she wanted of her, her resistance finally breaking as
she leaned forward to gingerly lick her hand. "My my, you'd do
anything to stay with Cat, wouldn't you?" She lifted Sophia's chin
with her finger, forcing her to look her in the eyes, and smiled; confused
tears were rolling down the girl's face. "Very well then Kitten...
I'll let you be my pet". The shivering Kitten smiled ashamedly
at her, glancing guiltily at Cat, who was almost blushing as much as
she was.
"Now... come sit with your lady, my pets" Kerinkov whispered
to the girls at her feet, patting the couch again. Fuck Juliette and
her lectures about her 'curse'. It was a gift that couldn't be controlled,
that didn't need to be controlled, and she was certain Juliette would
realize that as well soon enough. Cat and Kitten crawled onto the couch,
one at each side, and she tenderly wrapped her arms around them, slowly
stroking their backs as they nuzzled closer. Until she had their costumes
removed, they'd want to stay with her, stay with their lady, the costumes
corrupting their minds to view themselves as pets; they'd remain aware,
intelligent, but unable to resist their captivity. And she would do
anything she could to make their stay as enjoyable as possible... She
felt Kitten relax, the tense girl finally giving in to the pleasant
sensations; Cat softly purred, arching her back against her hand. Ahh...
heaven.
Epilogue
Natasha Kerinkov sat on the couch, her two new pets half-asleep against
her, knowing she was in for trouble soon. And before she could think
of a good solution for that trouble, it had already emerged from between
the sliding doors to her atelier, visibly distraught as she saw the
spectacle before her. "Hello Juliette... I think we'll need a matching
collar for my new pet Kitten". Juliette's folders dropped to the
floor with a loud smack, alerting even the two costumed girls out of
their delirious state. She covered her mouth with her hand, then promptly
turned around and left the room in a hurry; Natasha sighed and nudged
the girls off her, then quickly shot up to follow. Cat and Kitten seemed
confused, looking after her in hope of more petting, but she just gave
them a quick smile, then closed the living room door and continued in
search of Juliette.
"Who is she?" Juliette finally asked, sitting in her bedroom,
still shaking. "She's cute, isn't she?" Natasha grinned, but
the icy stare Juliette gave her told her now was not the time for bragging.
"Her name is Sophia - friend of Vanita. Came looking for her, so
I couldn't let her go... since nobody else knew about either of them
being here I got her to put on that matching costume I made - funny
how that worked out, isn't it?" Not surprisingly, Juliette still
looked just as unhappy as before her explanation, and Natasha sighed.
"Look, I just didn't want the situation to get worse-" "Worse?!
For fuck's sake Natasha, you're not even trying to stop it from happening!"
"Yeah, well what did you expect me to do?! Explain to the girl
that her friend was stuck in one of my special costumes and send her
on her way again?!" The anger was beginning to flare up in the
room, but the following silence took Natasha by surprise. Juliette just
seemed tired all of a sudden.
"I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of covering for your messes,
Natasha. I'm tired of running just to end up in the same shit over and
over again". Natasha knew how Juliette felt about this, but the
words still stung, still angered her. "I don't want you to go"
she whispered, keeping her voice as calm as she could, and it had the
desired effect: she could feel Juliette pitied her. "I'm sorry,
Juliette. I can't help what I do, what I am, what I create. God, I need
a drink". She turned around dramatically, heard Juliette sigh behind
her, and she smiled covertly. "Look... you've got to contact your
brother Sergej. I know how things are between you and him, but he's
the only one who can solve this situation for you... I can talk to him
for you, he trusts me. But you can't just keep those girls here, especially
not like this". Sergej. Natasha felt her anger boil, but she kept
quiet, couldn't let Juliette know what she was planning.
---
"Vanita?" Sophia whispered, hugging her furred knees. "What's
going to happen with us?" Vanita looked up from the couch, shifting
her position slightly towards the girl sitting on the lush carpet. "I
think it's already happened, I mean..." She plucked demonstratively
at her arm. Sophia buried her head between her knees, her white ears
folding down against her cowl, her blonde hair already starting to filter
through. "Sophie... why didn't you leave? You said yourself you
didn't like dressing up... and your dad is going to kill you if he finds
out you're planning to skip classes, so why..." "Because Miss
Kerinkov was right about me as well, Vanita. I don't mind being stuck
in this costume, as long as I can be with you, I..." Vanita slinked
off the bed, resting her paw on her shoulder to comfort the shaking
girl. "I... I think I'm in love with you" Sophia whispered
with a furious blush. "And I understand if-" she started,
but Vanita interrupted her with a soft kiss on her lips. Sophia touched
her lips with her paw, a strange golden glow in her eyes; more changes,
but they made Sophia even more beautiful... Vanita gave the girl a playful
lick on her cheek, moving against her with a grin. "Since we're
gonna be here for a while... wanna play?"
---
Juliette went to bed with a heavy heart that night; she had spent most
of the day avoiding Natasha, tired of fighting with her over this unfortunate
situation. Three days... she lasted three days before she let someone
get stuck in one of the costumes again, and while that could've been
considered an accident, what happened today she did on purpose. Sergej
had asked her to look after his younger sister Natasha, believing she
simply couldn't help herself, wasn't strong enough to resist the eerie
will of the costumes she made, and just needed someone to keep her from
getting into trouble. And while Natasha was nothing like her older sister
Elena, she was dangerous enough in her own way, her childish, irresponsible
attitude making it impossible for her to control the woman. She shivered,
trying not to remember her time with Elena... Sergej had saved her,
had stopped his sadistic sister, and for that she owed him her life.
But she couldn't help Natasha anymore, not when Natasha refused to be
helped. She sighed, feeling sleep creep upon her - tomorrow would be
a difficult day.
The next morning Juliette woke to the shrill sound of curtains being
pulled, and blinked against the sudden bright light. "Good morning"
she heard Natasha chirp, and despite her woozy head she shot up, shaking
off her daze. Something didn't feel right. Natasha smirked as Juliette
snatched her glasses from the nightstand, quickly adjusted them and
looked down, the sunlight playing on the black and white costume she
was wearing - when the hell did Natasha... A black body, squeezing tightly
around her waist, white frills framing her deep cleavage and black puffed
shoulders... she kicked off the blankets, revealing an impossibly short
black skirt lined with more white frills, covered by a white apron held
by an impeccable ribbon. She frantically reached behind her, feeling
for the knot, and her heart pounded as she began untying it - it wasn't
too late, she wasn't stuck yet, she could still... "I'd appreciate
it if you kept the uniform on, Juliette" Natasha spoke, and Juliette
looked up at her with a mocking glare. "Not a chance, I'm not letting
you do this to me..." she hissed while she tied the ribbon again,
resting her hands on her lap - now she discovered the long velvety white
gloves she was wearing, but couldn't bring herself to try to peel them
off. Wait, why did she refasten the ribbon on her back? Natasha's grin
sent a chill down her spine. Something was very wrong here, and she
had to act fast.
What was intended as a leap out of bed followed by a quick dash for
the door was cut short by a terrific crash to the ground as Juliette
discovered the ridiculously impractical five inch stiletto heels she
was wearing on her nylon-clad feet, the silky transparent stockings
reaching up to her thighs. She cringed as she got up, her calves protesting
with every step, but her will to escape overpowered the discomfort.
"Stay a bit longer, Juliette". The request rung in her ears,
and she grimaced - she was through having Natasha tell her what to do
when she was only here to help her. But her feet wouldn't move anymore.
Nathalie laughed, and she turned around slowly, her hands shaking. "Natasha...
you know I can't stay after what you've done". Natasha shrugged,
inspecting her fingernails to feign disinterest. "I bet you'd love
to take that uniform off, wouldn't you". Juliette nodded, once
more trying to force herself to remove some part of it, but her fingers
were simply not cooperating, either just adjusting the fit or stroking
the black fabric; to her distress she realized her chest also felt quite
a bit heavier than before, but that meant... "It's a maid costume
- you remember which one, don't you?" Nathalie explained, "Guess
I made it for you... should've seen that one coming, really. Maids obey
their employers without question, Juliette. So because I told you to
keep the costume on, you simply can't bring yourself to take it off.
You're not actually stuck in it, but stuck just the same - kind of funny,
isn't it?"
"This is ridiculous Nathalie, if you want a maid you can just
hire someone..." Juliette whimpered, and Natasha nodded. "Yeah
yeah, but we both know this isn't about household help. I can't let
you go - there's no way I could find someone to replace you, you of
all people should know that involving others wouldn't be wise either.
You've been looking after me, just like my big brother told you to,
but while I appreciate your assistance, I'm tired of him telling me
how to live my life, of having his guard dog around me at all times.
So first off, let's make sure you know your place. From this moment
onward, whenever we're at home you will address me with 'madame', like
a well-trained maid should. Is that understood?". Juliette sighed
- Natasha loved power play, and any resistance right now would just
make things worse. "I don't have a choice, do I, madame".
She suddenly realized she was already obeying the command, making her
wonder just how long had she been in this costume so far, her entire
body already seeming more voluptuous...
"Well... I feel I can finally trust you completely, so you're
going to answer some questions... truthfully. You were planning to go
tell Sergej about what I did, weren't you?" Natasha slowly circled
around her. "Y-yes madame... but only he can-" "Enough"
Natasha snapped; Juliette knew she hated him, but she had to realize
she couldn't keep the girls stuck in those costumes forever... and perhaps
Sergej would come to their rescue before that. "You're in love
with him, aren't you" Natasha smiled, resting on the bed for a
moment. "Aren't you? Answer me". Juliette gritted her teeth,
closing her eyes in anger, but couldn't stop herself. "Yes... madame".
"Ofcourse you are... and why not - he's rich, handsome and ever
so charming, and such a good man for looking after his poor cursed sisters...
rescued you from Elena's sticky fingers, no less. What a guy!"
Juliette bit her lip - talking about Sergej never failed to infuriate
Natasha, but this time she couldn't walk away to let her cool down.
"But haven't you ever wondered why he'd even let me continue sewing,
pretending to feel sorry for my 'victims' but knowing damn well how
some costumes turn out? How he got all that money he calls the 'Kerinkov
fortune' when our parents were dead poor?"
"He's just using you... he wouldn't want anything to happen to
his little goldmine, so he got you to babysit me, to make sure I use
my special talents to sew pretty dresses to sell without my... curse
causing too many problems for him, while he rakes in the profit".
Juliette was silent, scared of Natasha's anger, but also confused by
what Natasha was telling her. "He never showed you what he did
to Elena, did he?" "N-no, madame" Juliette whispered
after some silence; Natasha seemed to calm down some, momentarily lost
in thought. "You will not try to contact Sergej, and should you
meet him anyway, will never tell him about this conversation... you
won't tell him about my kitties... and you will not let anyone help
you take off the maid uniform either". "Yes... madame"
Juliette mumbled, realizing Natasha just sealed her fate, but if what
Natasha said Sergej was true... was there really no redemption for this
cursed family?
"Now go cook breakfast... I bet the kitties are hungry too, and
I could really use some coffee". "C-certainly madam"
Juliette nodded, unconsciously adding a curtsey before leaving the room.
It was too late; she should've left when she had the chance, but now
she was stuck as Natasha's maid, not even able to rescue herself, let
alone the poor girls. At least they would enjoy their captivity in their
own way, but she knew Natasha wouldn't pass up any opportunity to humiliate
her, and since she had to follow every order... would her embarrassing
maid outfit make her like that as well?
---
Natasha lay back on Juliette's bed; their conversation rekindled many
bad memories she could've done without. But at least she had finally
been able to tell Juliette the truth about her brother, without having
to be afraid he'd find out about it... and that was an immense relief.
What Elena had done to Juliette wasn't right, but Sergej had just used
it as an excuse to get rid of her sister; Elena wasn't useful to him,
her talent wasn't profitable, she just caused trouble... she smiled
remembering the pranks Elena pulled when they were young, leaving his
friends glued to walls, eachother, or using that diabolical string of
hers... she had changed since then, became malicious, sadistic, powerful...
and she wondered if she was becoming like her as well.
She shot up, shaking off her brooding thoughts - at least she could
live her life away from those two now. Without Juliette, she wouldn't
have had any friends left... but Juliette wouldn't be going anywhere
anymore, and she had two lovely kitties to keep her company now. Sergej
could take all the money he liked, she didn't care for it, didn't need
the luxury he saw fit to leave her with, she just loved doing what she
did best. She was proud of the costumes she made, curse or no curse,
and especially the cat costumes proved she was getting better at it...
just like Elena, her talents were still improving. Cracking her fingers,
she sensed the familiar feeling of inspiration creep up on her - she
had new costumes to sew.
End
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