Rereading the lines for the fourth time she clears her throat and prepares to make her wish. As her

Rereading the lines for the fourth time she clears her throat and prepares to make her wish. As her mouth opens she feels a force compel her, and her words are not the ones she intended. No, they are things she would never say aloud, secret desires. Her eyes went wide as the words left her lips, falling out of her like water held in her hands.

“I.. Wish… I… Was… A… Catgirl..” The words were plucked out of her by the book, she was fully aware, but sounded like she was in a trance. 

People knew she loved cats, and a few had even seen her collection of art related to catgirls, but not a soul knew she wished to be one. She had always wanted to have a long fluffy tail and pointed ears covered in fur. She wanted to wear a collar with her name on it and to be able to purr. These were thoughts she thought late at night when she was alone, or when she browsed her computer and had a level of anonymity, never something she would say out loud, where other people could hear. The words had been spoken though, they had left her lips, not of her brains accord, but from her heart, and as hard as she tried to be upset by it, all she felt was joy, a childish glee like Christmas morning. The book was hot to the touch, it’s pages luminous even in the bright sterile light of the library. She felt her skin buzz as energy flowed up her arms and down her body, emanating from the book she couldn’t let go of if she wanted to.

Her hair standing up, the electric rush sent shivers down her spine and she felt it twitch and arch oddly. Her arms felt like she was holding live wires, the electric tingle was keeping her hands immobile. She watched as more and more hairs seemed to sprout from her forearms, growing into a thin layer of fluffy orange brown fur. The electricity continued to low up her arms, traveling up until her head buzzed fiercely. She felt a pinching feeling, like someone had hold of her ears and if she had been able to let go of the book she surly would have felt the strangle pointed shape and angle as they shifted up her head. The ears were lightly furred like her arm now, and the two orange pointed shapes parting her long blonde hair looked just like those of a cat.

She could feel it, feel herself actually turning into a cat, a catgirl, just like the ones she liked to look at. A rush of emotions filled her, she could feel the start of a small tail lifting her skirt up and she cursed herself for not wearing panties today. She had a tail… this… was awesome. She didn’t care if anyone saw, if everyone knew she was into catgirls, she didn’t even care that they would easily see her ass and maybe even her pussy at the right angle. The further the changes went the more excited she was, the more she tried to will them on. She wished she could run her hands down her furry thighs, wished she could tug on the fluffy tail that was growing longer by the second, wished she could grip her thick ass and-

She realized her hips and ass were swelling, growing more pronounced until her skirt was a little tight around her waist. It covered even less now, but she didn’t care, her butt felt so large, so plush, she couldn’t only imagine how much it would jiggle when she moved and the thought made her wish her hands were free even more. If only she could let go of the book for a moment she could take care of the building heat that was distracting her from just how good it felt to have the magic inside her.

It felt so good that she was worried she was going to cause a scene if it went on any longer, she wasn’t sure how long she could resist how good it felt without succumbing to pleasure. The magic energy seemed to sputter and wane, the warm pleasure became a dull glow and even though she didn’t want it to turn her all the way into a cat, she missed the feeling of the books power. Her hands suddenly came free and she stumbled back, leaning against a nearby table for support. Her breath was ragged and she couldn’t help but give a grin that exposed pointed teeth. She couldn’t believe it, she really was a… cat, a catgirl, with a rather thick backside. She rubbed her ass, feeling how big and soft it was, light fur dusting it’s sides. She could hardly believe that she was out in public, looking as feline as she did human, and rubbing her thick cheeks, but it was real, and it felt great…