.. “Oh right,” the witch says thoughtfully. “Then I guess that is what you are, only you’re a...”I’m a what?“You’re a midget,” she s...ys, trying to hold back a giggle.I am not a midget. I’m a cat. I was born a cat alongside seven brothers and sisters. My mother was a cat too.“Well, I’ve never seen a pint sized catgirl, and if you’re not a midget then what are you?”A cat! Do you have a listening problem?“No.”Good.“How did you get this way then?”Really? More questions?“I’m curious.”Yeah, and. I was on my own again and racked with depression and guilt becoming more determined to purge any of these desires from my life. Time went on and I had more or less gotten back to some normalcy when one evening I rode past a hardware store that was having a sale and decided I would stop in and pick up some tools and supplies for home repairs. I got in the check out line behind a guy, the kind you expect to be in a hardware store. He turned around and looked me over, then a minute later he turned. ?She stood easily six feet tall, her raven hair hung to her lower back ina long ponytail, and she was wearing a Lycra body suit that wonderfully showedoff her excellent physique.? She wasmuscular, but not to the extent of being butch, and she moved like a junglestalking it?s prey.? A certain part ofMichael?s anatomy that was not worried about being fired stood to attention.??What is it Vicki, I was just?? the goddessbegan, but her words faded as she spotted the items strewn across the. Oh, that was much better. I felt my bladder release it's contents and it sounded like a waterfall. I must have blushed a beet red. I started to pull some toilet paper from the roll when Marcie stopped me. "Like this," she said, and with two fingers she did a quick twirl around and with a flick of the wrist snapped off a section. "You try it."It took me four times before I could do it properly and then Marcie told me to pat, not wipe and if I had a bowel movement to always wipe to the rear so as.