I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 5: The Kitten Runs Away

The routine of Alisha’s house was consistent. She’d get up sometime in the early morning and I’d sleep in just to wake up to smell coffee or bacon or once she even made an attempt to make some eggs but failed miserably in doing so. She didn’t tell me this, but the scraped out remains of gooey but also charred eggs were in the trash. But I would be happy with just coffee, milk or no milk.

She frequently had work outside of the house. I accompanied her on these outings but the majority of the time I didn’t know much of what was going on. A lot of the talking was too alien to me. I got the gist of it sometimes. Claire apparently deposited the cash from the business into bank accounts under a fake company. Then that company sent out paychecks to Alisha’s associates and they could spend it as they pleased without raising any suspicion. A good chunk of the money also went to purchase ‘shipments’ and ‘product’ among other things that Alisha went and met a separate group of people to discuss. It seemed Alisha and her closest associates were well versed in the routines. Tye and the other bodyguards (she had three total, as far as I could tell, plus a few individuals to watch the cameras through the night) grew accustomed to my presence and an uneasy understanding came between us. Whenever Alisha left the house, I accompanied her, but I never brought anything that could be considered a weapon with me. Some of the men that worked for Alisha’s associates had tried to search me or pat me down, but Alisha always chased them off with a nasty glare or Tye or one of the other bodyguards would ‘reassure’ them that it wasn’t necessary. It was usually only a brief moment of hostility before they agreed.

I was taking care of myself again so I looked quite a bit more like a young woman and not a hobo. I brushed my hair everyday and Stella was frequently around to grab me and fix any styling mishaps. My skin was recovering, the layers of filth now gone and I cut my nails back and they were now growing back smoothly.

Alisha made sure I ate at least two meals a day, waiting patiently on my off days when I had no appetite, but she commented that ‘there’s some skin on your bones,’ after a week or so of this treatment. Which left me to wonder how closely she paid attention to my body.

I laid in the bed for quite a while, worried she might look closely at my body. She was so pretty and had that slim hourglass figure that was so timeless while I was over here looking like a bony rectangle. I wrapped myself up in a blanket and curled up on the mattress.

She came in later that morning and looked concerned at my bundle.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked as she passed by the bed to her walk-in closet.

“Mm,” I sounded affirmatively. Hopefully she wouldn’t look too close.

I heard her get into the closet and move a bunch of hangers and stuff around in there as she searched for an outfit.

“I have to go meet with someone,” she called over. “I might need you to get a bit more dressed up if that';s okay?”

I curled up a bit tighter in the bed as my insides hurt. The idea of getting into fancy clothes sounded awful.

When I didn’t respond, Alisha came out to examine me.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” she asked.

I picked my head up enough to look at her. “Just tired,” I explained.

“You can stay home if you want,” she said. “I can have Jess watch the cameras remotely. I know you’re not a big fan of being in the house alone with other people.”

Her hand rested on my forehead like she was checking my temperature. She smoothed my hair back after a moment, pushing it out of my face.

“You wanna stay here?” she asked.

I nodded. “But… can I have privacy?” I asked.

“No Jess?” she asked. “The cameras only cover the outside property, she can’t actually see inside the house.”

“I just… need some alone time,” I explained. I hoped she wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

“Oh, okay.” She looked contemplatively at the shimmering green outside the window. “Yeah, I guess that’s fine. Nobody really knows you're staying here.”

“Thank you,” I said.

She reached over and gave me a few pets.

I closed my eyes against the contact, wishing this was just that simple.

And then her hand was gone and I felt far more sad than I expected. She went back to her closet to look through everything while I burrowed deeper in the blankets, appreciative of the cover.

My eyes were closed when she came back to stand in front of me.

“I need your help.” she said.

I blinked my eyes awake and froze.

She was almost naked in front of me, a dress in each hand and wearing only an expensive-looking bra and matching panties. Both were a dark blue and I forced myself to avert my eyes to the dresses she kept shifting over her body.

My face was hot as her intention slowly sank in.

First one dress, then the other.

“Which… one?” I asked.

Her bare skin was exposed for a moment as she lifted the red dress away from her skin and then replaced it with a black one, leaving more than enough time for me to see the curve of her waistste  and the smooth flawless skin she had.

“Uh,” I started. I averted my eyes, finally. “I- I think the black…” I really just wanted her to stop tempting me like that. Every nerve in my body wanted me to reach out and touch that smooth skin. I was ashamed of that.

She put the red dress down on the bed next to me and turned back toward the mirror on the closet door.  She held the dress up to her front side while her back side was turned toward me.

My face was burning as I could see her ass sway a bit this way then that as she tried to decide if the dress was in fact suitable.

I took a deep breath and buried my head into the comforter to hide my shame.

Her voice said something but it was muffled by the blankets, then she tapped my shoulder.

I looked up. She’d pulled the dress on and it did flatter her very well. It wasn’t really a flashy kind of dress, just a simple one. 

“Okay Kitty,” she told me. She spread the dress’s skirt briefly to show me how it looked. It was easier to handle than her bare skin. “I’ll be back later. Take care of yourself while I’m gone okay?” she smiled down at me while she patted my head.

She didn’t deserve such impure thoughts thrown at her like I’d been doing. She wanted my friendly advice and all I’d done was ogle her and get it over with as soon as possible. This was the problem with not telling people that I was a lesbian.

“The house is all yours,” Alisha said as a final farewell.

I waited for her to be out of the house, which was harder to do than I expected because sound didn’t carry well. But I went down to peek in the garage (which was as clean and blank as the rest of the house). The sporty coupe was still in its spot, but the van Alisha usually took to business things was gone. It was safe to say she would be a bit before she got back.

With that, I was satisfied I was truly alone and slid back upstairs to use the bathroom one last time.

I scrubbed myself down in the shower, getting all the nooks and crannies, aware it might be a while before I could properly bathe again.

Though I already felt terrible I ate some yogurt and an orange from the fruit bowl before straightening out my clothes and taking a breath. Alisha deserved better than me. That was a fact. She was wealthy and overall a kind person even if her business was illegal. I’d yet to see her actually harm anybody so it probably was ‘just business.’”

I was just a homeless girl. I was unclean and poor but most importantly, from the start of living here I had been having lewd thoughts about Alisha. When things were calm and she was sprawled out on the bed or rummaging through the fridge, my hormones had a mind of their own.

So I was leaving. I went out through the front, and turned the door lock on my way out so nobody would be able to sneak in when nobody was there.

I fought my way through trees and brambles for a long time, following the road back to the city. It was miserable and slow. Each car that passed by made me panic a bit more as I worried it would be Alisha coming back and she’d stop me from doing this, but I reached the city outskirts without getting caught.

From there, it was familiar enough to me to get back to my old street corner, though now I took shelter deep in a nearby alley.

It was a long night that night, trying to get used to sleeping in the laundromat again, and waking up reminded that I would not be sleeping in nice soft pajamas anymore. I’d be lucky if I could find a blanket of some kind to wrap myself up with.