Why is it that alarms go off way too quickly? I looked at the clock, it claimed I had been asleep for 8 hours, but I could have sworn that I had just gotten to sleep. The blinking lights and the beep-beeping of the alarm made me sigh. I got up, hitting the snooze button to momentarily shut it up before rubbing my tired eyes. Hitting the switch on the side of the alarm, I looked at the time again. '6:05am' it proclaimed, as if to tease me.
Sighing, I began my morning regime. Stripping off my t-shirt and undies, I grabbed my fluffy purple toweling robe and headed for my shower. I lived alone, in a small apartment, so I didn't have to worry about walking around naked.
Turning on the water to a nice, fairly warm temperature, I set the robe onto the nearby toilet seat and grabbed the towel I used for my hair and set it nearby as well. When the room started to heat, I stepped into the shower. A soft purr exited my lips as the warm water massaged my body and head. Smiling, I grabbed some apple smelling body wash and a little scrubby and started to clean myself; arms, legs, armpits, chest, breasts, belly, groin. As the sudsy water drained I turned, letting the water run over my long hair. Reaching for my shampoo (also apple scented), I poured a large portion into my hand, before moving to my hair and creating a pile of suds and hair within a few moments.
I finished the shower with rinsing and conditioning my hair. Stepping out of the shower, I shivered a bit, reaching for the towel first. I lowered my head, letting the hair fall down around my face, in order to wrap the towel around it and flip it back so it would stay in place. Then, I pulled on the warm toweling robe and made my way back to my bedroom to find what I was to wear that day.
I have a job as a Secretary for a CEO of a company that makes unique clothing. I'll get more into that later. But for now, I'm sure you can figure out that I needed to dress nicely every day I worked (Which was Monday through Friday, 8 am to 5 pm). Moving to my Closet, I pulled out a cream colored, silk tank top, and a pinstriped skirt and jacket set. This would have to do for today. Setting the clothing onto my bed, I moved to my vanity and sat down, letting the robe fall off of my arms onto the back of the chair and pulling my long hair out of the towel. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled a bit.
I was not what a normal person might find attractive. Long, wavy, blue-grey hair fell around my shoulders, a white streak at the very front of it almost as an accent. Piercing green eyes looked at myself, with an all-seeing eye that seemed to see faults that nobody else could see. Atop my head, a twin set of cat ears perched, the fur a blue-grey as well. The fur continued on my face, as well as the rest of my body, including a feline tail that sprouted from just above my ass. I licked my lips, the muzzle that I had been born with opening just slightly.
Because I was furred, I could not wear makeup. Sighing, I grabbed a brush. I had two that sat on the vanity at all times; a boar-bristle brush for my fur and a regular brush for my hair. I had grabbed the latter of the two, pulling it through the damp locks. As I did this, I looked over my body a bit more. My breasts were not too large, but not too small either, sitting at a large C, small D. They were perky, naturally, and just through the fur you could see a hint of a nipple on either one. My abdomen was not rock hard, but it was not flabby either. I like to call it athletic, but I could probably lose a few pounds as well.
While I was sitting on my rump, and couldn't very well see it, I knew what it looked like. Under my tail, it made a perfect, upside-down, heart. Many guys who were into such things had gazed at the arse when I was in high school and the few years of college that I had gone to. And a few had even been allowed to play with it. But, I had never really had a steady boyfriend that I had trusted enough to plunge into it, so its virginity was still intact. The opposite side of me, however, was another story. The fur that grew there was slightly longer and slightly darker as well. It was straight, like the rest of my body's fur, and unlike the pictures I had seen online of human girl's lower fur. It nicely hid the treasure trove that guys seem to lose all IQ points when around.
My legs were athletic as well; a bit of fat, but not enough to be really noticeable. Mostly muscle. I loved to run and swim, so that had helped my leg's muscle tremendously. However, my legs weren't completely like those of most humans. In fact, this is where I stood out the most and what prevented me from going to any Sears, JCPennys, or even Wal*Mart to buy clothing. My legs are what are known as Digitigrade. This means that I have, essentially, two knees; one, like humans do, then a lower one, more like that of a cat (reversed). I walk on my equivalent of hind-paws and because of that; also wear no shoes or socks.
As I finished brushing my hair and my fur, I stood, stretching from ears to the tip of my tail. Glancing at the clock I panicked a bit. The self-looking had taken more time than I had thought and I only had about 10 minutes to dress and get out the door. I quickly pulled on my glasses and, stepping quickly to my bed, I pulled on my clothing; as well as diving into my nearby dresser for a cream set of boy-short undies and a matching bra (both fairly lacy). Holding the jacket and purse in my hand, I ran to the kitchen for a soda from the fridge than ran out the door.
As I ran up the block, I got there just as the bus did. Panting, I pulled out my card for the bus (I bought rides by the month) and climbed on. I always got a cheerful greeting from the bus driver, but I'm not sure if it was because he genuinely liked me, or because I was weird. Either way, I moved to the back of the bus to sit with the other "weirdoes" like me.
There was another feline (a Lion by the name of Benjamin, rather than domestic like me. He always looks so strong.), a reptile, Marius (I believe he was a gecko, but I can't be certain), a Mouse, Katlyn (Her mother thought it would be cute to add "Kat" into her name. I've always wanted to pet her ears, but have never had the guts to ask), and a crane, Helen (who stood on one leg, rather than sat). We weren't required by any means to sit in the back, but it made life easier. That way, people didn't have to complain about having to sit nearby, and our tails were not subject to being stepped on by children and adults alike. Plus it gave us a little safe haven for the ride to and from work.
The ride to work only took about 20-minutes total. I always enjoyed the rocking of the bus as it moved. There was a bit of chit-chat (hairballs, laying eggs, building nests, etc) everyday, but for the most part, our little entourage sat in silence the bus trip. I waved goodbye to the closest friends I'd ever really had and got off the bus in front of the building I worked in.
Now, I know that I mentioned that I would get back to this earlier, so here goes. I work for the only manufacturer of clothing meant for being with unique needs. They make pants with holes for tails (Benjamin, Katlyn, and I needed these), clothing for winged folk (like Helen), as well as clothing that won't shred when worn over scales (like Marius needed).
