Neela Parker pulled her, thin faded black denim jacket around her narrow shoulders as the cold wind blew against her back. She sat on an age-smoothed nameless granite headstone, her butt felt cold and she shivered as the cold from the rock pierced her deep inside. Neela’s old Levi’s were little protection from the bitter wind of late October in mid-Maine.

She sat in the old overgrown cemetery often; she slipped out the shabby back door and ran the 2 miles to the unattended cemetery whenever she could. Her father was buried hundred’s of miles from here, but she could only visit here. She picked an old headstone whose name was worn away by the elements many years ago, and assigned it to her father. She could visit him by proxy’.

Her fathers wife’, Brenda, was Neela’s entire family now that he had passed away, she felt totally alone. Brenda told Neela that she had to move out by the end of this week or start to pay rent. She wanted a lot of rent.

Neela graduated from high school a year ago and tried working as a receptionist and a waitress several times, but she was not interested at all. Many of the jobs were from friends of her father, trying to help her out. She had been kept on several times when she should have been fired, but when she just didn’t show up at all, there was no other option.

A small girl at only 5 feet tall and weighing just 87 pounds, her figure was lean with a tiny waist and slender hips. Neela’s chest was flat, and punctuated only by her delicate pink nipples. She’d never worn a brassiere. She was quite pretty with flashing bright blue eyes and a button nose. Neela was cynical and unhappy with life and did her utmost to infuriate her stepmother as she became more sullen and withdrawn.

She wore her straight black hair very short and with heavy black eye make-up, lipstick, and nail polish, she was a Gothic Princess. Neela’s naturally pale skin and numerous facial and ear piercings completed her Gothic appearance. Her surly attitude finished her Gothic demeanor.



She didn’t look up when the intense brightness lighted the entire cemetery and the surrounding bare trees stood starkly as shadowed monuments to warmer days and happier times. Neela believed the caretaker in his pick-up or the police stopped again, to tell her she had to leave. The deputy sheriff assigned to this area had escorted Neela home on many cold nights.

When Deputy Marks didn’t approach after a few minutes, she looked around carefully. She didn’t see any vehicle stopped in the cemetery driveway, and she didn’t feel cold anymore. At first she thought it was fear or concern, but she realized the bright light was warm, very warm.

Soon a soft buzzing began, the noise became a whoosh, like a strong summer wind blowing through the grape arbor behind her house. She soon felt a pressure in her temples; a throbbing that became a headache. Her eyes began to water and her tears ran freely, her heavy black make-up ran too. Neela lost her balance and began to fall backwards; she windmilled her slender arms to try to regain her seat on the stone, but she couldn’t right herself and fell headlong. The last thing she remembered seeing was her black Doc Martin’s as she went over backward.

Cygnas



Neela opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but she couldn’t raise herself from the polished metallic tabletop. She was surrounded by medical equipment beeping and shushing all around. Hovering above was an oval fixture that made her an island of light, and the rest of the room a dark shadow.

A smooth, black plastic band crossed her bare chest above her little breasts and under her arms, and a second band low over her belly held her chest and pelvis firmly in the center of the narrow table. Her arms and legs were also pinioned to separate portions of the table. Neela was naked, and spread-eagled on the table and she could feel the presence of a catheter filling her urethra.

At first she thought she had been injured when she fell from the headstone, and was in a hospital emergency room. A man (?) wearing a white lab-coat over green surgical scrubs, walked into her vision and looked her over, but it wasn’t a human. It had gray fur covering it’s entire body, at least all that Neela could see, it’s head and forearms and hands. Neela tried to scream, but only a yowl and then a hiss came out before she fainted.

Dr. Walks



Ag’lnyphinsse Wakal”oines became Dr. Walks to the humans she met on Cygnas when she moved in to open her research hospital. She was not forthcoming about her origins, but she certainly was not entirely human. She was bi-pedal, and easily used appliances and implements designed for daily human use.

Dr. Walks was nearly 6 feet tall, and very slender, but her most distinctive feature was her pelt. She was completely covered with short gray fur, her arms, legs, back, front, and even her face. Her body was very slender with narrow shoulders and hips, and nearly pipe-stem legs and arms. Of course she wore clothing over her body, but her head, arms and legs were uncovered. Her exotic appearance and great intellect became the subject of conversation in many homes and businesses. She was soon accepted as a local physician and family doctor. Dr. Walks, an accomplished surgeon, was only interested in gene research, and she found that humans were great subjects.

After a false start when she tried to work on local residents, a consortium was developed by 3 Cygnian businessmen to bring off world primitives in for research subjects, others were brought in for modification and sale as pets for profit, and to pay for Dr. Walks research. The most popular, and profitable, were human catgirls, especially the smaller variety.

Neela’s New Life



Neela woke up again, but much later, laying prone in a cage or large wire kennel. Looking around she saw that she was in a square, light green painted room with endless medical equipment constantly beeping around a large open center space. She was naked, but the place was warm so she didn’t feel cold, but she was still scared. Her throat hurt slightly, but her hands and feet hurt terribly. When she held her fingers up her hand was completely bandaged. Each finger was swathed and then the whole hand was covered with coarse white gauze. Her feet were covered with similar bandaging, each toe and then her whole foot and ankle was bandaged, she did notice that the catheter to her bladder was gone. When she moved jaw, her mouth and gums were tender, too.

Neela hadn’t noticed yet, but she was starting to grow thick black hair on the back of each arm, leg, and thigh, her back was almost completely covered with soft black fur. The catheter was gone now and she felt the need to urinate, but there was no place to go in the kennel.

A human woman in an old-fashioned nurses dress, complete with the folded white cap and white stockings, came to the low kennel and smiled down at Neela. Nurse Reynolds was quite tall and large, with a pretty, rounded face and shining sapphire eyes. Her patients all loved her immediately, and she loved each and every one of them.

Are you awake, dear? she asked. I’ll get you out for a while, she opened the kennel door for Neela to ease herself out. When Neela was outside the kennel the woman easily lifted and cradled Neela in her strong arms, like an infant. Neela wrapped both arms around the nurse’s neck and lay on the stiffly starched material covering her large breast.

Mmmhm, Neela took a deep breath, as she smelled the fragrant brown hair.

Can you stand, sweetheart? she asked after she crossed the room, and set Neela on her feet. Neela stood uncomfortably between the handrails of a therapy walker and held the railing gingerly with her sore fingers.

Try standing on your tippy-toes, she suggested. It’ll hurt less, she continued to steady Neela as she tried to stand.

Do you need to urinate, dear? Neela nodded quickly, and looked around for a toilet. The nurse smiled at her and said, No, no. Come over here, and led Neela to a huge litter pan. Neela just looked down at the long narrow brown pan of litter.

Step over and put a foot on each side of it Neela, she directed. Then just squat over it. When you get in place, just let go and pee in the litter.

I can’t piss in there, Neela, complained, but all that came out sounded more like, Grrowll Hhooowl. Neela looked quickly at her and struggled. No, no this can’t be, she started to gasp and her breath came faster. Her temples began to throb.

NEELA! Stop it! she shook Neela’s skinny left shoulder. Calm down! The nurse popped an ammonia capsule and held it under Neela’s short nose. Neela took a deep breath of the ammonia and coughed slightly.

You’ll be all right dear, just let me help you, she reassured Neela with practiced ease.

She urged Neela over the litter box and gently pressed down on Neela’s naked shoulders. Crouching over the pan while Nurse Reynolds held her hand for balance, she urinated into the gray granules. She started to stand, but the nurse put her hand on Neela’s left shoulder.

I want you to try to go more, Neela, she said. You’re over the box now, and I’ll be leaving for the night soon. So move your bowels too, sweetheart. There won’t be much. I’ll get you some solid food in a little bit.

Neela finished and looked up at the nurse. She helped Neela stand, and then carefully wiped Neela’s anus, then her inner pussy lips and around Neela’s urethra opening, with wet paper towels. She assisted Neela back to her kennel, without lifting and carrying her. Neela looked back to the litter-pan and she felt a little pang, as though she wanted to go back and cover her feces.

The left side of the dark green double entry door opened just as the nurse closed the kennel door and pushed the latch in place. The same gray furred doctor in the lab-coat came in smiling at the nurse. When she spoke with her delightful contra-alto voice Neela knew the doctor was female.

Carmen, she said jovially. How’s our little kitty today?”

Well she used the litter-pan on her own today, Nurse Reynolds said brightly. Then she walked back to her kennel herself afterward, doctor.”

Oooh, very goood, she squatted by the side of the kennel and looked in at Neela. You’re doing very well, little kitty, Dr. Walks smiled as she spoke. You’ll soon be out there stalking mice. Right

Let’s go, Carmen, she said as she stood. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee before we close up. Neela crouched in stunned silence, Little Kitty echoed in her head as she watched the doctor and nurse leave.

True to her word, Nurse Reynolds brought Neela her dinner. It was a bowl of strong smelling and mushy meat stuff. Neela smelled it and just looked up at Nurse Reynolds.

That’s your dinner sweetheart, she said gravely. You really should try to eat it. She turned and left Neela with her dinner and headed out the door. Nurse Reynolds turned off the lights as she walked through the door.



The short sleek black fur growing over her body amazed Neela, but the hair on her chest and flat belly was very sparse, and none grew on her nipples nor between her slender thighs. The inch fur covered her head, neck, and shoulders and thinned in a V between the top curve of each little breast, and disappeared entirely at the top of her pussy lips past her anus to facilitate cleanliness. She also had new triangular shaped ears with rounded tips, standing up above the usual human location. Her original, heavily pierced human ears were gone. Her new feline ears were much more effective, though. The doctor made no changes to Neela’s eyes, but the gene work she performed caused Neela’s blue eyes to gradually change to golden yellow, and were much more effective at night or low light.

The most amazing change was Neela’s mental attitude; she was not just satisfied with her new existence, she embraced it with verve. Neela was happy and glad to have what she now was. She was proud of her new abilities and appearance.

She still had tiny breasts with pale pink nipples, each on a pink cone shaped areola, and no fur on them. A boob-job would have been nice One day she showed Nurse Reynolds that she wished she had bigger breasts. Neela cupped a hand under each little breast and lifted the firm flesh upward.

Do you wish you had bigger boobies, Neela? she laughed. Neela just nodded. Well, I guess Dr. Walks could have done that too. Neela dropped her hands and gave a wry smile as she nodded with exaggerated motions.

The end of her nose was black and the surface was leathery, she didn’t think it was very attractive, but she could smell Nurse Reynolds bringing her food for nearly a hundred yards. In addition to the nose job Dr. Walks had made surgical alterations to Neela’s upper and lower jaws to form a slight snout with very feline teeth and fangs, but she didn’t put whiskers on the sides. She also still had a tiny gold ring through the left nostril of her stubby black snout. It was Dr. Walks private joke. Although she bore a great resemblance to a cat, there was no tail. She still looked somewhat like a tiny and hairy woman.

As she was covered with black fur and had no need for clothes, Neela remained naked. Nurse Reynolds did not offer any clothing and soon Neela was no longer concerned either. Being naked at all times was a bit hard to take at first.

Neela’s mental and emotional transformation was much faster than her physical conversion. Although she had been brutally kidnapped and taken to a planet hundreds of light years away, and modified to look and act like a cat, she wasn’t bitter. Occasionally she felt she was better for it. No more stepmother nor dead end jobs. She was taken even farther from her father’s grave, but he would always live in her heart.



She was kept in the medical center, and not exposed to others, as a research project of Dr. Walks. Neela was the favorite of Nurse Reynolds and soon Dr. Walks too. She was a fixture in the lab and lately she was usually allowed out of her kennel during the entire day. She was secured in her kennel when the med. center was closed and each night.



The facilities housing Neela were a part of Dr. Walks research laboratory, and were not open for daily public visitation. The kennels housing catgirls for sale were a kilometer away. It consisted of the main building containing Dr. Walk’s Labs and operating rooms to build the catgirls. Neela was housed in a private lab Dr. Walks set aside for her more advanced projects. Neela was modified to a higher degree and more feline than any previously made by Dr. Walks. The retractable claws on her hands and feet, and her teeth and fangs were changes she’d never undertaken before.

Neela’s heightened senses were as a result of the retro-gene splicing where Dr. Walks changed Neela at the cellular level. A part of the researches to see if she could incorporate such changes and then have them work. Neela was a source of great joy to the doctor, all of the modifications worked as well as though Neela was born with them.

She had considered leaving the ability to speak, but she was concerned Neela may not develop her new senses. Asking for things could be too easy. Darlene



Neela crouched beside the 4-foot log lying across the fenced dirt surfaced yard. She spent as much time as possible out in her exercise yard, she was treated to new sensations of scent and sound each time the wind changed.

After several months her hands and feet were completely healed. When she stood her feet just felt better when she stood on her toes. Soon the calluses on her heels smoothed and the skin on bottom of her toes became even tougher. Every time she reached out with either hand, or kicked with either foot, wicked claws sprang from the ends of her short thick fingers and toes.

Neela was still very slender, but no longer skinny, her muscles were getting harder and even bulged a little. Her black coat covered her arms and legs, but her nearly hairless belly showed the outline of the muscular squares of well-developed abdominals, and her little butt stood out now, too.



The interesting aroma of the approach of 2 people alerted Neela well before they came into view around the corner of the medical center. One was a female, having her period Yyeecchh and a man wearing a too much cheap, sweet aftershave. Double Yyeecchh Neela watched as two people came to the fence around her exercise yard. A tall pretty woman with gorgeous waist length blonde hair wearing a white sleeveless top and short tight emerald green shorts walked quickly around the fence to try to get as close to Neela as she could. The very tall man with her walked a little slower, but his longer steps carried him to the fence with the woman. He was dressed in all black, including polished leather boots nearly to his knees.

The young woman, who looked 20, and the man who appeared older at about 70, stood over 30 feet away and watched Neela as she stretched out on the tree bole. There was a section where Neela had carefully stripped away the dead gray bark with her claws leaving the bright bare wood, where she now lay sunning her chest and stomach.

The woman was keen to see Neela closer and called to her repeatedly. Neela ignored her, until she opened a slim cellophane package with a small piece of sausage inside. Neela smelled the meat treat and walked directly to crouch in front of the woman.

Daddy, she’s just what I want, the girl gushed. She has all black fur. I don’t see even one white hair, at all. She broke the little sausage into three pieces and carefully held one tiny bit through the fence for Neela to eat.

Neela leaned forward and swept the meat into her mouth with her pink tongue and smiled as she chewed, and swallowed it. She crouched by the woven wire fence, waiting for the next piece of the spicy, greasy, sausage.

We’ll see what we can do, Darlene, he sounded resigned. He knew his baby, the youngest of 5 daughters would get what she wanted, again.

They want a lot for her. He stepped to the right a few steps to get a look at Neela from the side. I hear they got her from old Earth.”

Do they grow there? Darlene sounded amazed, thinking of a whole planet teeming with beautiful, sleek Catgirls.

No, he chuckled. She’s the result of almost 6 months of surgery and gene work. That’s why she’s so expensive.”

Ooh. Darlene looked a bit flustered. Is it too much, daddy? Darlene asked softly.

Almost, but I know you’ll be good with her. Darlene was the first of his daughters who ever wondered if anything cost too much. He stepped close to Darlene and put his arm around her shoulders.

Ggrroowl. Neela wanted another piece of sausage. Darlene hurried to slip another little piece through the fence wire for Neela to eat. The sausage was finished immediately, and Neela sat with her mouth opened for the next piece.

Look’s like I’ve created a little monster here, Darlene laughed, but she was careful of Neela’s four needle-sharp fangs as she dropped the last piece into Neela’s mouth. Last one, kitty. It’s all gone. She held her hands up showing Neela her opened palms.

Neela stood immediately and walked back to her seat on the log, she looked at them standing by the fence as she stretched out again. The man started to laugh, and Darlene just stood with her mouth open.

I guess that answers the question about how much she acts like a cat, he shook his head. Come on Darlene, he turned to leave and took Darlene’s hand. Let’s go see if I can afford this.”



It’s time to come in, Neela, Nurse Reynolds called Neela in for her dinner. When Neela got in the food bowl was setting in her kennel, Neela hurried in to eat and Nurse Reynolds closed and latched the door behind her. It had been a week since the visit from Darlene and her father; Neela had dismissed all thoughts about them after the second day.

We are closing a little early tonight, so you have to stay in now, dear. She sounded so sad to Neela, instead of eating immediately she turned to look at Nurse Reynolds.

I’ll be all right, she said with great resignation. Even though you know someday will come, it’s still no fun. She took a deep breath and sighed greatly, she turned quickly so Neela couldn’t see the tears. Nurse Carmen Reynolds walked out through the door without looking back.

Neela turned slowly to her dinner, and began to eat hesitantly. Iickk

Her dinner was the same mushy meat stuff, but today it tasted even worse than usual, flat and bland. She was hungry tonight; lately she seemed to need more food.