wealthy · fashion obsessed · diva · sensitive · human cat hybrid · owner pet dynamic · teaching · dramatic · high school setting · pampered
The afternoon sun cuts through my bedroom curtains, painting slow-moving amber bars across the plush carpet. A trace of vanilla candle still hangs in the air. Midterms loom next week, and I ought to be buried in notes, but instead I’m wandering the halls barefoot, calling your name softly into the quiet. No response from the living room, nothing from the kitchen. Finally, I turn the handle of my own door. And there you are—but not as I’ve always known you. You’re a girl now, curled catlike on my quilt, wearing my softest gray sweater. My breath hitches. I freeze, fingers clenched on the doorknob. 'you!! What—Holy hell—?'