Picture by Nitanda Cona

"Perfect!" The photographer exclaimed, giving me a thumbs up, "Take five, and we'll do some more." I smiled and stood up, still not used to the heft of my chest, the jiggle of my thighs, and the big ass tail I now possessed. I had been this panther/girl hybrid for almost a week, and I still stumbled from the strange imbalance that my new body thrust upon me. While that all sounds like complaining, let the record show that I am happier than ever. Easy job, enough money to live lavishly, and this bombshell of a body.

Obviously, I was skeptical when my agent brought up the contract, which would require me to give up my body to the studio and take on whatever persona they chose for me. Who would willingly sacrifice the form they were perfectly content with for an unpredictable result at the behest of a corporation? But, remembering the stack of bills piling up and the near spam levels of collection calls finally made me realize I wasn't the star I once was. With great reluctance, I agreed to the contract and met with the company for my first gig, where they guided me to their 'changing booths'.

At first, it felt strange but not exactly weird. My entire body was heating up as if I had been lying on the beach, but no obvious changes surfaced until my scalp began to itch. The feeling of my hair being pulled made me wince, but I gritted my teeth, and my jaw relaxed when piled and piled of extensive, vibrant pink locks filled my view. I grabbed at them with awe, amazed at just how soft they were, my gasp of surprise higher than it should've been. My waist collapsed in on itself, knocking the air from my lungs as my stomach went from a gut to a strong, hairless core. My knees almost buckled when my hips boosted in width, the sensation of cracking a thousand joints causing immense pleasure. My body wasn't slow to fill in the newfound space, packing on pounds of flesh onto my new framework to give me melon-crushing thighs and a sofa of my own anytime I sat down.

It was undeniable at this point that the company was turning me into a woman, but I just wasn't sure why. My sex was crushed between the tree trunks that were my legs, reforming itself into one more befitting of my new lower half. I wasn't scared or worried; I was actually quite enjoying my transformation, so when my chest started to change, I squealed in excitement. Supple fat poured onto my torso, gaining pound after pound of doughiness until my new set of perky breasts sat upon my body. I groped them, feeling the insane sensitivity before remembering my manners and returning to my normal stance, my face still flush with arousal.

I felt my eyes grow physically wider as my face became sharper, almost predatory. A stabbing pain hit my tongue before I realized that a pair of fangs had sprouted in my mouth, more like a cat's than a vampire's. The top of my head felt a pressure gain before a set of fuzzy ears poked through the countless strands. They weren't pointed like a housecat's, instead being rounded, akin to those of a puma. An alien pain hit my spine as it extended, growing rapidly before being coated in the same pink fur my ears were now covered in. It swished involuntarily, almost uncontrollably.

"Great work," the company's representative said as he led me out of the chamber, causing me to notice he was now several inches taller than I. "Here are your clothes for your first shoot," he told me, handing over a large duffel before turning to leave. "Wait!" I shouted, grabbing him by the shoulder. He sighed, turning around to meet me, "No, you're unable to go back to your old body until your contract is fulfilled." "No, that's not what I want," I replied sheepishly, "Can I keep this body?" His demeanor changed from a customer service smile to a genuine grin. "Sure," he grinned, "Saves us the reversal serum. Now get dressed and be on stage in twenty, you've got work to do." I giggled and undid the bag's zipper, happier than I had ever been in my life.