I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 51: The Kitty Reunites

Alisha led me inside and as soon as the car was out of sight turned to me.

“Are you hurt, Kitten?” she asked and held my face to turn it this way and that in the light.

“I-I’m okay,” I told her. 

She pulled my arms straight and examined the skin and flesh there. “He didn't hit you or anything?” she asked.

I shook my head. “I'm okay,” I repeated.

She pulled me into a tight hug. “Alright,” she sighed. “Let's get some food into you though.”

I questioned this mentally and she saw the look on my face.

“You haven't been eating,” she said.

“I mean… not much but it's only been a couple days,” I pointed out.

She was skeptical and reached down to grab the lower hem of my shirt to pull it up.

I gasped at the sudden chill.

“This is not healthy,” she said and ran her finger down my ribs, letting it catch on the ridges. “It looks like you've been neglecting to hydrate as well.”

I blushed more from her hands on me than anything. “It wasn't my top priority,” I explained.

She smoothed my shirt back over my ribs. “Let's just get some nutrition in you.”

I nodded as she pulled me to the dining room and sat me down there before going back to the kitchen.

I waited obediently as she rummaged around in there.

When she returned, she set a bowl of salad in front of me. It was absolutely loaded with blue cheese and cranberries and walnuts.

I took the fork and mixed it around a bit as she watched me.

“I'm sorry I ran off without telling you,” I said finally.

She took a deep breath. “It wasn't ideal, no. But I do have some understanding of why.”

I nodded. “It's still a bit unnatural for me to trust people entirely,” I explained. “I do trust you but…” I had also trusted my parents not to let their prejudices destroy our relationship and where were we now? A situation dire enough the justice system deemed it urgent enough to issue a restraining order in under twenty-four hours. I didn't know much but things didn't usually move that fast in the court unless it was basically an emergency. Alisha might've pulled some strings so things were seen faster but it was still abnormal.

“I know, Kitten,” she said. “It's been difficult for me, too.”

I finally took a bite of salad, finding my mouth salivating heavily almost immediately. I was so hungry.

“So,” I said finally. “My father didn't have incriminating photos?” I asked. I shoved another forkful of food into my mouth.

“No. They were all external shots,” she said. “And we found the rat that told him where to go.”

“Oh…” I said. “So are they gonna get…?”

“I'm going to have a sit down with Nicco tomorrow to discuss things. It was one of his charges so…”

There was a distance to her voice I picked up on. She didn't want to have to put anybody underground… but this kind of thing demanded it.

“I see…” I agreed and rested my hand on hers for a moment. She was more upset than usual. But it must've been a lot for her to go through in such a short time. She slid her hand away just to pull me closer.

“I love you, Kitten,” she said softly. “I'm sorry you got dragged in the middle of this.”

“It's okay,” I told her. “I love you, too. And I'm fine now. Things weren't pleasant but we got through them.”

She nodded against me. 

“And… thank you for accepting me. I owe you a lot for that alone.”

“But you're so cute,” she pointed out. She pulled away just to cradle my face in her hands. “I don't understand how anybody could say such crude things about you.”

I put my hand on hers, feeling the coolness of her fingers. “Yes but…” I knew there was a certain reputation about trans women luring people into relationships without telling them their body’s history or condition.

“You thought I wasn't aware?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Oh, Kitten,” she sighed. “I didn't bring it up cause I knew it would cause you pain.” Her free hand ran soothingly across my cheek. “But I was aware.”

“But, I mean… do I not pass?” I asked. “What made you realize?”

There was hesitation in her face as her thoughts processed. “You do have some masculine-leaning features still,” she said carefully. “But nothing that would be outside the realm of normal for a cis woman. I realized fully when I saw you have surgical scars down there.”

“Oh… I thought they would blend in by now.” My heart sank. I would never pass well, would I?

“They’re… I mean I wouldn't have known if I hadn't been close enough,” she said. “But more importantly, you are still a woman and I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for that. I suspected mainly because of your living situation paired with the month you were here and didn't get a period.”

I winced a little. “I… know… Are you into me because of this?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I'm into you because you're you and you're very cute.”

I nodded. 

“But since we're talking about this, I should ask, is there anything you need?”

“Like what?”

“Well… you don't have ovaries, correct?”

I shook my head.

“So do you need hormone replacement or anything?”

I shook my head again and freed my hand from her to point at my upper arm. “I did have the foresight to ask for an implant when I could…” I explained. “I haven't had a check up in a while but I haven't noticed any bad side effects.”

She nodded. “I see. And how long before that needs to be replaced?”

“About another six months, if I remember correctly.” I put my arm down. “I was very fortunate the trans chat at my college caught wind of a program that was just starting and I had all of my parents financial documents from filling out student loans stuff so it was pretty easy to apply. They weren't going to give me an implant but when I explained why they… understood.”

“And they were the same group that got you in for surgery?” she followed.

“Yes.”

She pet my head. “I'm glad you didn't have to do anything sketchy to get what you needed,” she said. 

I nodded. “Like I said, I was very lucky.”

“I think I'm the lucky one for getting to keep you,” she said and pulled me in for a soft kiss. “Finish your salad, okay? I'm gonna make some tea.”

She stood then, freeing herself from me.

I put another forkful of salad in my mouth to munch on it as I heard her over in the kitchen getting the tea together.

She came back with a couple mugs and set one in front of me.

I was grateful since the amount of blue cheese and cranberries in my salad was a little overwhelming and the warm peppermint helped cleanse my palette between bouts of eating. It seemed she had also crammed as much of the mixed greens into the bowl as she could.

She sipped at her tea as she sat with me. “Is Sophia doing alright in that household?” Alisha asked.

“I think there is mental and emotional strain on her but my parents don't treat her the way they do me,” I explained.

“Hm,” Alisha agreed. “If she does ever need a place to stay I can arrange something so she doesn't need to keep herself in that situation… and I'll make sure the orders of protection don't get lifted between you and your parents.”

I nodded. “Thank you… did you have to pull any strings to get that done?”

“Not so much strings, but I did have to call the police chief myself.”

“You… know the police chief personally?” I asked.

“Not in a personal sense, no. But if there's a situation that I can't turn the other way from but my solutions to the problem would endanger children or another helpless group there is a bit of a truce we can agree on temporarily. He doesn't ask how I came across it and I give him any information he might need to get the victims or innocent bystanders out of there. It's not a frequent occurrence but it has happened.”

I stared blankly, chewing on more cheesy leaves. 

“Like if there's a child sex trafficking ring,” she explained. “I'm not about to tolerate that but even if I dispose of the adults responsible, what am I going to do with the children? Even if I were to find someone to raise them, they'd need far more help than I could give them. And without papers there'd be additional roadblocks as they got older. So I give the chief a nudge and point the finger and he gets his people on it and the children can get proper care.”

“I see… Do your people know you do this?”

“No. It's a very tenuous arrangement at best so I've really only used it twice. In this case I more asked a favor from him to get things done quickly so you didn't have to stay in that environment any longer than needed.”

“But why would he bother?”

“Like I said, if I find something I can't handle on my own, I'm not above turning my information over for that. There's been some amount of trust built up between us.”

“I see.”

“I'm sure if there comes a day he discovers something he can't stop due to technicalities, I'll get a call to take care of it, too. That's the deal.” she took another sip of her tea.

“I think that's rather noble of you,” I said.

She shrugged. “Unnecessary malice is bad for business. Same reason why murder is a last resort.”

I nodded. “Is that why you're so unwilling to hurt my parents despite everything?” I asked.

“It would look bad if my partner’s abusive family members suddenly disappeared,” she explained.

I finally got the last couple leaves of salad on my fork.“I see,” I agreed and put the leaves in my mouth.

We continued to sip at the tea until that was gone as well. Alisha stood and gathered the dirty dishes to put them in the dishwasher and shut it.

I trailed behind her, wanting to just latch on to her and never let go, but it would make her life hard if I did that as she was trying to get things done.

I was patient enough to wait as she went up the stairs, patting my hair on her way. My footsteps mirrored hers pretty exactly. There was half a thought to try getting her clothes off tonight too, but I was exhausted. I didn't think my body would tolerate that kind of treatment right now so I'd have to settle for making an attempt tomorrow night.

Alisha got ready for bed and I gladly did the same next to her. She washed her face, rubbing the face wash in little circles. When she rinsed, I frowned as without her makeup I could see the exhaustion under her eyes and the more defined wrinkles in her brow.

I scooted over, toothbrush hanging out of my mouth and hugged her from the side.

“Hi, Kitten,” she sighed. “What is it?”

“Uu ukk ei-er-” I explained.

“I look tired?” she asked.

I nodded before pulling away a bit and removing the toothbrush from my mouth.

“Have you been losing sleep?” I asked. “Is that my fault?” I didn't realize she'd find it hard to sleep without me.

She put her hand on top of my head, leaving it there to calm me down.

“We're still trying to find the rat nest,” she explained. “And it hasn't been as easy to fall asleep without you in my arms.”

“I'm so sorry,” I said. “I didn't think about that.” 

“It's okay, Kitten,” she told me. “I can't be reliant on you for my sleep.”

I wanted to hug her again but she was turning back to grab her own toothbrush. I finished my bathroom routine and then waited for her to finish hers.

We got in the bed together. I didn't waste any time before nuzzling close to her, resting my face under her chin as she fell into her usual routine of petting me and pulled me closer.

“You know tomorrow, I'm going to pounce on you,” she mumbled. 

I nodded, feeling myself blush a little. “I would like to be pounced on,” I said.

She was quiet and I heard her breathing start to slow.

“That means you want to have sex right?” I asked.

“Yes, Kitten,” she murmured. “Now sleep so you have the energy for it.”

I nodded and tried not to let the rush of hormones distract me. It was still very easy to fall under, a matter of briefly waiting and letting the darkness take me.

Note: there will be an 18+ chapter going up tomorrow. I missed an update due to a family emergency so the timing got screwy so it'll be after Valentine's day but I tried to make the timing work anyway.