CRACK! Part of a backdoor’s window was smashed open in the middle of the night. An arm reached through, clearing away the remaining glass and unlocking the deadbolt and the lock on the handle. With them undone, the door slowly opened and a man dressed in all black with a ski mask quietly stepped into the building.



It was midnight in a very quiet, old neighborhood, a small gated community surrounded by forest as far as the eye could see and with nothing but mansions within it. The thief, a man by the name of Jack, had chosen this particular house to burglarize after learning from a friend of a friend of a friend that the owners would be gone for an entire month.



With the house also apparently lacking a staff, Jack was confident that there would be no one in the building to stop him. As such, he took his time walking through the mansion, taking note of everything he saw. Silver candlesticks, expensive paintings, rare treasures, pricy jewelry, and fancy electronics were all the things he kept his eye out for.



After about ten minutes of that, he made his way over into the left wing from the main portion of the building. There were several different rooms to go through, making it hard for him to choose. He let out a small, exhausted sigh and entered a room several doors down towards the end of the hall.



It was a very large room with several different beds, night stands, and dressers, the sight of it making him nervous. Dammit, he thought, glancing around, this is like a servant’s room or something. My intel is wrong… but I haven’t seen anyone else around so… maybe they are all out for the night?



Jack wasn’t so sure about that though as he thought more, okay… new plan! Even though I haven’t seen or heard anyone else around, I’ll just leave. I’ll grab two of the candlesticks and just get back home just in case someone shows up.



However, he never got a chance to enact his plan. From right behind him, a very pippy voice hissed, “Nyyyaaaa!! What’s this?! A thief nya in mistresses’ home?!”



The lights in the room turned on and the door slammed shut. Jack spun around and saw two maids standing behind him, their hands on their hips and a strong glare in their eyes. Their gaze and fierce stares weren’t what caught his attention though.



It was the fact that they didn’t look like any maid had ever seen before. Both women were covered in fur, one in white and the other in black. They had large, furry ears that were bent backwards on the top of their skull, furry tails that were raised and sticking out of their dresses, and soft, short muzzles with whiskers to them.



They were catgirls and maid ones at that. Jack flinched, looking at the inhuman creatures that laid before him. He looked around the area quickly as well, trying to weigh his options and figure out what to do. His eyes stopped on the large window at the back of the room. It was his only chance to escape!



However, less than a second after he stepped towards it, the black catgirl hissed, “Nya-ah! You’re going nyawhere!”



She snapped her fingers and the man was lifted into the area by a glowing, light-green aura of green that encircled him. His mask vanished as well, revealing his identity to them. He could move his legs and arms, but actually going anywhere? That was simply out of the question.



“Put me down!” yelled Jack, “You can’t do this to me!”



“Nya we can!” white catgirl growled, “You’re a nyad man, breaking in our home and doing who nyaows what!”



“Wait til we nyall the police meow!” huffed the black catgirl, “That’s what we’ll nya do to you.” It felt like the whole world stopped for Jack. Only thirty and he was on his second strike with the criminal justice system. One more and he would go away for a very long, LONG time.



“No please!” Jack stated, “Don’t call the police! I promise I won’t ever do this again!”



The catgirls did not seem amused or partially swayed by his pleas. In fact, the white catgirl reached into one of her uniform’s pockets and pulled out a cellphone. She smirked and waved it at him, hitting the 9 button on it.



“No!” Jack yelled again, even more frantic and desperate, “I’ll… I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want! Anything you want and I promise not to make a single noise about it, just don’t call the police on me!”



As the catgirl moved to press “1”, she stopped and glanced at him curiously. Her head cocking to the side and an eyebrow arching, she asked, “Really? You will do anything we want? Nya exceptions and nya complaints?”



Jack knew the woman had something in mind, something particularly nasty and embarrassing given her sly smile and the whisking of her tail. However, he had no other option and he was in no position to bargain otherwise. He sighed and stated, “Yes… I will do whatever you want. Just… just no police!”



“Well,” the black catgirl, smirking herself now, replied innocently, “I suppose if nya insist and are being THAT generous.” With another snap of her fingers, the aura around Jack dissipated and he fell onto the ground before them. Part of him screamed at him to try attacking them, but he knew that wasn’t wise. They were not women to be trifled with.



“Nya!” declared the white catgirl, “Let’s start with introductions nya~ I am Elizabeth and nya best friend is Lizzie! Meow, we’re the maids of this nyavely establishment!”



“B-but why are you cats?” Jack asked, slowly getting to his feet. Catgirls were things only seen in fantasy or strange genre series from Japan, not things that were supposed to actually exist in the real world.



“Nya mistresses are beings that know great and powerful magic nya!” Lizzie explained, “They also luuuuuvvvvvv cats nya! Thus, us!”



“But where did you…” Jack tried to ask.



However, Elizabeth cut him off and stated, “Nya nya! No more questions! It’s time to decide your fate and determine what you’ll do for us nya!”



The two cat maids huddled together and whispered to one another, their tails swishing about and their ears twitching. A shiver ran up Jack’s back, but what could he do? There’s no way he could stop them from doing what they wanted.



After two or so minutes, the maids turned back to him and Lizzie declared, “Here’s how this’ll work, nya! You’ll work here in the meowsion with us and help take care of it until our mistresses get back from vacation nya!”



“You do a good job and you’re free to go nya!” added Elizabeth. That seemed… not TOO bad and kind of reasonable to Jack. Just do manual labor for a while and he could leave without any fuss.



“I… I can do that,” he replied softly.



“GREAT!” Lizzie declared with a grin, “Let’s get you nyall changed and dressed up right nyaway!” With that, she pointed her finger at him and declared in her cute voice, “ZAP”.



Almost immediately, a strong and powerful feeling arose in his body. It was warm, tingly, and made the world around him feel hazy. His skin bubbled and twitched, like something was moving underneath it. The only thing he could muster out was a low, strangely pleasurable moan.



The two catgirl maids giggled and moved closer to him, a devious and mischievous glint in their eyes now. “Wh-what,” Jack moaned, “d-d-d-diiidddd yooouuu do to meeee?”



“Making you puurrrrrfect to be a maid here nya!” Elizabeth meowed pleasantly. At that moment, his ears began to grow. They stretched out into almost a roundish shape with a pointed edge to it, similarly shaped to the other maids. Blonde hairs grew over the back of his enlarged ears and white fur grew on the inside as the body parts slid up the sides of his head. They came to a complete stop at the top and twitched slightly.



“Looking good!” Elizabeth stated, grinning away.



“What do you mean?” Jack nervously asked. The maid nodded over to a full-length mirror against the wall. He slowly walked over to it, but he could already see what had happened in his reflection from a distance. He now had car ears just like the maids.



However, the second he got really close to the mirror, he saw something else within it. It was his hands. They were hairy just like his ears. Bringing them up closer, they were definitely covered in the same light-blond shade of fur. The coat went completely around his hands, which also had light-pink pads on each of his fingertips and on his palms.



“C-c-cat paws?!” Jack gasped, wiggling his fingers, “That’s, like, not cool at all!”



“But it totally is nya!” said Lizzie, “Being a cat is nyasome!”



“But wh-why?!” he stated nervously, “This is… is… ah… not very cool! I thought it was gonna be like washing the floors or moving things around! Why am I turning into a cat?!” The words had trouble coming to his lips, his voice sounding awfully lighter and perkier now.



“Because to work here nya, you gotta be catgirl!” Elizabeth exclaimed, “It makes total sense nya!” Fur began spreading up Jack’s arms from his hands, quickly climbing up and reaching his shoulders. As the fur spread though, his body began to shrink, his muscle mass dropping like mad and body fat melting away almost as quickly. He soon had a body type just like the other maids.



“That doesn’t… doesn’t make sense!” Jack firmly stated, “It’s… like… ah… it’s not… right! I think?” It was slowly becoming harder for Jack to explain things. He knew what was going on had to be illegal, but the words weren’t forming correctly in his brain.



“Nya say that but I don’t know,” Lizzie said, “you’re not making a convincing argument honey. Are you kinda dumb nya?”



Jack huffed, whiskers popping out of his cheeks, as the blond fur covered his shoulders and neck. He firmly stated, “Nya I’m not! I am a total… ah, smart cookie I’ll have you know!”



“Then you’ll have nya trouble at doing chores and helping us around the meowsion!” giggled Elizabeth.



The growing pelt soon spread to Jack’s face and covered it in ten seconds flat. As fur moved over his mouth and nose, his face stretched out and nose turned bright pink. His snout turned upwards and reshaped into a wet cat nose, the bridge of it pushing out into a developing muzzle. Soon, his face looked completely feline.



“But I, like, don’t wanna work here as a catgirl!” Jack stated, turning from the mirror to face the girls, “I’m… I’m ah… I just wanna work here as a guy and stuff…”



“But you said you would do anything to avoid being in trouble nya!” Elizabeth pointed out, placing her hands and her hips, “You’re not a big liar, are nya?” Jack’s hair began changing as well, the shade and style of it shifting to match his more girlish-look. The color went from black to a lovely honey-brown as it grew several inches longer, just past his shoulders. The hair turned wavy and developed a lovely shine as if it was out of a shampoo commercial.



“Do we meowe need to call the police?” asked Lizzie, reaching in her pocket to pull out her cellphone.



“No nya!!” Jack pleaded, “I’m good! NYA! I’ll be good!” With those words, fur spread down over his legs and to his feet. Hidden from sight, his feet converted into cute, furry cat paws with pads and claws of their own. To wrap up, a slim tail slithered out between the top of his pants and bottom of his shirt, whisking from side to side.



However, that was it. After several moments had past, Lizzie and Elizabeth looked at each other strangely. They hurried over to Jack and looked him all over curiously, even grabbing and groping him. “Nya!” he whimpered, blushing heavily, “that’s, not like, cool! What’s wrong?”



“You’re cute and nyall,” Elizabeth huffed, placing her paws on her hips, “but you’re just a feminine catboy! NYA!”



“Mistresses only want catgirls!” Lizzie explained, snapping her fingers, “but we got the power to nya fix that~” Jack disappeared in a big cloud of smoke. His voice could be heard coughing within it, his entire form obscured by the cloud. The smoke did eventually dissipate, revealing him again… and his new cute, matching maid outfit.



“What did nya do?!” Jack gasped, looking down at himself, “Why do I have to wear… OOOHHH!!!” Suddenly, he felt a rush of heat zooming through his body, his body undergoing on final transformation. His waist pushed inwards as his hips grew wider and his rear end turned plump and round. Lastly, in his chest, a set of C-cups burst forth, stretching her soft maid dress around them.



“Because you’re a catgirl meow!” Lizzie giggled, “And, meow, that’s the official uniform of all catgirls in this meowsion! Welcome to the family! You’ll nya fit right in here!”







“NYYYYAAAAAAA!!!!” cried Lizzie as she came rushing to Elizabeth, busy washing the inside windows of the mansion, “She doesn’t fit in NYA!!”



It was over a week now and things have been… difficult with Jack, now going by Jackie. “Oh great,” grumbled Elizabeth grumbled, “Nya! What did she do nyaow?”



“Just come and see meow!” Lizzie hurried, grabbing her friend’s arm and pulling her towards the kitchen. When they arrived, the white catgirl saw the problem right away. Several plates and glasses had been broken, the dishwasher was leaking water all over, and the oven was on fire. The blonde catgirl maid could be see frantically spraying down the oven with a fire extinguisher, partially putting out the flames and partially covering everything else in the room with the gooey substance.



“Give me that!” hissed Elizabeth, yanking the extinguisher from Jackie and putting out the blaze herself, “How did nya this happen?!”



“I-I-I was, like, trying to cook yummy fish for us,” Jackie whimpered, “Nya… when I… when…” Her eyes start watering and she looks like she’ll break out into tears at any second.



However, Elizabeth sighed and said, “Just… just go take a shower and get clean up. I’ll make dinner for us, okay?” Jackie nodded and hurried towards the door. However, she slid on the water and went sailing into the opened pantry. The sounds of crashing cans and breaking bottles could soon be heard from within.



“Oh nya!!!” cried Lizzie, hurrying for the pantry to check on the damage.



She’s caused more problems than either me-ow and Lizzie have in two years! Grumbled Elizabeth within her mind, …so many broken and dirty things all over! Mistresses will not approve of any of this! Maybe... nya, maybe I should have just called the police.







THE END