Hello, my name's Adam. We've all thought about joining a dating website at one point or another, right? Well, I'm going to tell you a little story about how I met a kitten that changed my life forever because of a dating site. I know, that sounds weird, doesn't it? Well, I assure you, it's worth listening to.
So, there I was one night after a long evening of playing videogames online with my friends. I decided to scroll through some adult websites and forums to see if anything caught my attention. That's where I came across a website that boasted that it could find the perfect match for you in twenty-four hours or less or my money back.
"Alright website, you're on." I thought to myself "Let's see if you can match me with the one for me."
I went through and filled out the typical about me section where you're supposed to say some awesome things about yourself to seem cooler to the girls looking at your page. I got to the interest's part and I put that I was interested in movies, videogames, and books, the normal guy stuff. However, being the nerd that I am, I had to put that I was in to roleplaying since I spent a lot of time playing Dungeons and Dragons. I decided to get some sleep so I headed to bed, not thinking about the website at all.
I woke up the next morning, rolled over and grabbed my phone, and I had an email notification from the site I signed up for saying "Scarlett wants to get to know you!"
"Ok website" I said out loud "let's see what you can do."
I downloaded the app and checked out Scarlett's page and bio. She was an art student at a local university that seemed to have an obsession with cats which was nice because I loved cats, I just wasn't allowed to have one in my apartment.
I saw her profile picture. It was of her in a straight black dress, with a silver bow on the hip. She had long, light-red hair that went over her shoulders on either side. Her eyes were a crystal blue and she was mesmerizing. From her cute little smile, to her ruby red lips, to her perfect hour-glass figure. She was everything a man could want.
Figuring I had nothing to lose, I sent Scarlett a message saying hello, and that I would be out at a local coffee shop around 11am for lunch if she was in the area. Apparently, she lived in the same part of the city as me, so it didn't hurt to ask.
I threw my phone down on the bed and headed for the bathroom. I decided I should probably shave and make myself look decent if I was about to meet "the one for me" like the website boasted.
I finished getting ready and looked at myself in the stand-up mirror that I had hanging in my bedroom. I'm not a terrible looking guy, medium length blonde hair parted to look like Leonardo DiCaprio. I stand at about five-foot-seven-inches with a medium muscular build from playing soccer in high-school. I have thin-rimmed glasses that I'm almost blind without, and even though I just shaved, my stubble was already starting to grow back.
I grabbed my phone from the bed and noticed another notification. Scarlett had actually responded and said that she would love to meet me and talk. She said that she loved everything she read about my bio, especially that I'm in to role-play. This struck me as odd, as most girls find that to be a turn-off, but I wasn't about to complain.
I messaged her back saying "Sounds great! I'll look like the guy in my profile picture!" thinking that I was being funny.
She responded before I got out the door with "Well yeah, who else would you be?"
Since she had admitted she like role-play, I decided to test the waters and say "Anything you want me to be."
I drove to the coffee shop and got a table near the window and waited. At 11am on the dot, Scarlett came in wearing a long sweater with the words "Go Panthers!" written on front of it. She had black leggings on that were skin tight. I could see the outline of her panties through them, and she must have caught me staring because when I looked up she cocked and eyebrow at me.
I waved her over and stood up to shake her hand. "Hello, I'm Adam. You must be Scarlett. It's very nice to meet you."
She shook my hand and introduced herself and gestured towards the counter to get our coffee and a sandwich. I couldn't get over how amazing she looked. What she was wearing was so simple but so perfect on her body. When she bent down to tell the cashier what she wanted, I could see the outline of her panties once again. I noticed that it was the kind that didn't cover the ass-hole and it drove me wild.
We talked for hours about things that we liked and disliked, and drank more coffee than what either of us should have. We made plans to meet up that night for dinner to keep talking because we were having such a great time.
It turned out that we both worked second shift jobs, so choosing a time wasn't hard at all. Choosing a place, however, wasn't easy. We decided to meet at a Denny's around 9pm. Time could not have gone slower, but I was finally standing at the doors waiting for her.
When she pulled up, I saw her blue eyes shine dimly in the street lights above. It was like something you would see out of a movie. I was smitten.
We got a table and we started talking about what it was like growing up. I told her about my siblings, my parents, my hobbies, high school and all the other typical things. The one thing she kept coming back to though were my pets. I told her how much I loved kittens and she just couldn't stop gushing over it. She went on and on about her cat Jezzabell for most of the night, and by the time it was over I felt like I knew the cat personally.
Then she asked the question that changed my life forever. "Do you want to come over and play with Jezzabell? I'm sure she'd love to meet you."
I was being invited back to a beautiful girl's house. There was no way in hell that I was going to say no. So, we paid our bill, got in our cars, and I followed her to her house. I was so nervous and anxious that I had almost completely forgotten about the cat by the time we got there.
Once we got parked, we headed in to her house. It was a quaint little area in the city and everything around us seemed peaceful. It was becoming an amazing night straight out of a movie.
We walked in the front door and I could tell immediately that she took her artwork seriously. All of the decorations were hand-painted or drawn and they all looked immaculate. There was a darker picture in particular that caught my eye, though. A girl that looked similar to Scarlett was staring in to a mirror, but an entirely different person was staring back from the reflection.
When I asked her about it she just said "sometimes, I just feel like the real me isn't really me, ya know?"
And to be fair, I did know. I knew exactly what she meant. We stared at each other for a long while and then she smiled and said "I think It's time for you to meet Jezzabell!"
I started to follow her but she told me to have a seat and she would call me in to the bedroom where she kept the kitten. She said that she needed to "Prepare Jezzabell to have a visitor" which struck me as odd. However, I complied with her request and waited.
I continued to look around at some of the paintings and noticed a few of them had to do with pet-play. I knew that pet-play was a master-kitten relationship from my night time studies. What stood out to me the most though was that they were some of the happier, more cheerful pictures that she had up. Something about the colors that she used, and the detail that she put in to each piece made it seem real in a sense. It was amazing, and it almost took my breath away.
I was quickly snapped back to reality by Scarlett yelling "She's ready! Come in and meet Jezzabell!"
I straightened myself up and took one last look at the painting I had been staring at. The girl in it looked so familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I decided to ignore it and head towards the bedroom.
And there she was. Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed, looking like she was ready to pounce on me. She was no longer the innocent girl that I had come to know.
On top of her head were now black and white kitten ears with little bells hanging from the sides. She also wore a collar with the name "Jezz" written on the tag around her neck. Her bra was pure black, unclasped in the front and it just barely covered her nipples. The panties I had seen through her leggings earlier were pure black as well, but I noticed something else. Between her legs hung a fluffy white tail. I must have smiled when I saw the tail because Scarlett cocked her head to the side with her eyes wide.
"What's the matter? Do you not like my tail?"
Scarlett spun around before I could say anything and shook her perfect round ass at me, making the tail twitch back and forth.
"Of course! I like your tail, it suits you very well Scarlett." I said, trying to sound as masculine as I could.
I took a step forward but Scarlett had already turned back around to look at me. She arched her back and hissed, causing me to freeze in place, contemplating what I had done wrong to make that happen.
Then it hit me, she wasn't Scarlett anymore. She was no longer the girl that I had been chatting to on the internet. She had transformed herself in to something entirely different. She had become Jezzabell, the kitten she told me was so important to her. It all made sense at once. This was her escape from reality. This was her escape from being her.
"I'm sorry Jezzabell" I said, taking another step forward and hoping I was on the right track. "I didn't mean to upset you. I love your tail. It's so cute, I just want to stroke it."
