Pretty Kitty
Riko stood in front of the costume rack, pondering the choices with an unusual intensity. The last time she had cared this much about a Halloween costume, she had been in elementary school, eager as any child to show off and earn a sack full of tooth- and mind-rotting candy. That youthful enthusiasm was long, long gone, but the cautious, soft-spoken woman that had replaced the boisterous youth nonetheless had her own reason now to scrutinize potential Halloween outfits, and it was no less important to her to pick the right one.
Riko’s brow furrowed as she rifled through the possibilities hanging before her. She was not the type to show off, but it did need to be at least a little sexy. Terrie had been pretty explicit on that point, and Riko knew that showing up to this party in a costume that didn’t do anything for her would be weird. Showing too little would make her as much the center of attention as showing too much, and Riko was much more comfortable in the background. The problem was finding that right balance: sexy enough to look like she belonged (which Riko did not for a second actually feel she did), reserved enough not to draw the lecherous interests of a bunch of drunk party-goers.
She frowned as she pushed through a seemingly endless sea of sexy nurse costumes. How did she let Terrie talk her into this? Riko had no sense for this kind of thing. Here was one nurse outfit that didn’t seem too risque, but she wasn’t even sure she should wear one at all. Was it cliche for a Japanese girl (well, an American girl whose parents were Japanese) to wear a nurse outfit? She didn’t want to go as some stereotype.
Oh, yeah, because you do so much to break stereotypes, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. Riko possessed fair skin, straight black hair, next to no breasts, a short physique, and almond-shaped eyes, not to mention a face that looked like it belonged on a schoolgirl even into her mid twenties. If there was a better poster girl for the diminutive, cute Japanese girl stereotype, Riko hadn’t met her.
Riko’s phone alerted her to a call. Not sure whether to be annoyed or grateful for the interruption, Riko checked to see who was calling her. Terrie. Annoyed, then.
“Are you still being picky?” Riko’s best friend demanded before Riko could even say hello.
“Sorry, it’s just...” Riko trailed off. She was indecisive, which perpetually frustrated Terrie, who always knew exactly what she wanted and did everything without fear, to no end.
“You’ve had like three weeks to pick your costume!” Terrie told Riko with great exasperation. “By the time you pick a costume, the party will be over. Hell, by the time you pick a costume, the Christmas party will be over.”
Riko sighed. She wanted to stay annoyed, but it wasn’t like Terrie was wrong. “I can’t help it, alright? I’m just a little uncomfortable with most of this stuff. You know I really don’t do parties!” Riko said, shifting on her feet a little. She had always been a little shy...okay, a lot shy...and Terrie was always trying to help her get over it. This invitation to the costume party that Terrie’s friend was hosting was just the latest in a series of doomed attempts to get Riko out of her shell. On the one hand, Riko wished Terrie would mind her own business...but on the other hand, even she knew that connecting with other people was important, and that she was missing out by not having any other friends.
Stupid ponies and their irrefutable logic!
“Just pick something and get over here. And do it now!” Terrie ordered, and hung up. A bit rude, but they both knew that usually helped with getting Riko out of her comfort zone.
Swallowing, Riko picked a random outfit from the rack and started looking for the changing room to try it on. She would just have to go for it and deal with whatever consequences came from the choice.
In her determination, Riko failed to watch where she was going, and accidentally knocked over a shelf of cheap decorations, which clattered noisily to the floor. She herself made a resounding thud as she joined the decorations on the floor.
Already this costume was making trouble for her, and she hadn’t even put it on yet!
Riko blushed furiously. She hated causing trouble for others, and knocking over something like this would be a lot of work for some poor clerk. And just as expected, within moments, a tall and rather busty woman with long, blonde hair walked up to investigate what had happened. She was wearing a nearly skin-tight witch costume, with a skirt that just barely left anything to the imagination. Her long, curvy legs were covered by black and white striped stockings.
“Oh my, are you alright?” the witch asked, her voice drawing Riko’s attention away from the woman’s provocative outfit to her face. She had full, pouty lips, and striking light purple eyes. Riko wondered for a moment if that was natural, but remembered she was in a costume shop: obviously they were just contacts. The witch held out one of her hands to help Riko up. Somewhat reluctantly, she took the woman’s hand, and Riko couldn’t help but marvel at how incredibly soft her skin was. It was like gripping warm silk.
“Yes...um...sorry about...about the mess,” Riko apologized in a low voice, trying not to stare at the woman in front of her. Her full, curvy hips, her long, shapely stockinged legs, those smooth hands, those dainty, manicured feet in the sheer heels, her intriguing eyes...no matter where she looked at the woman, Riko couldn’t help but notice how sexy she was, and it was making her blush even more.
“It’s fine, no worries! Cleaning it up will be no problem at all. I’ll just use my broom!” the witch joked with a tittering laugh.
Riko couldn’t help but give an amused snort herself. The joke had been rather lame, but that just made it funnier, and it was exactly what she needed right at this awkward moment. Nonetheless, she still felt embarrassed enough to want to nearly drop the costume and leave the store. And really, the joke wasn’t helping; Riko hated her snort-laugh.
“I’m glad someone found that funny. Nearly everyone else I tell it to just rolls their eyes,” the witch told her with a kind smile.
“My name’s Violette, by the way. I own the store.” the witch added, starting to pick up the items that had been knocked over, including the costume that Riko had dropped.
“Hm? This shouldn’t have been on that shelf...oh, you were carrying this to the fitting room, weren’t you? Mmm, I like your taste, dear. I’m certain you’re going to be the center of attention in this one!” Violette told her with a coy, approving grin.
Riko blushed anew.
“Oh...I, er, I didn’t really look at it. I think maybe I’ll pick something else,” she muttered, staring at the floor.
“Oh, but why? Such a shame, a lovely girl like you would look wonderful in this!” Violette coaxed in a low, husky tone, brushing her fingers along Riko’s chin and tilting her head up to lock eyes with her.
Riko felt her heart skip a beat when she saw those purple eyes. Those had to be the best contact lenses ever...every detail of Violetta’s arrestingly attractive eyes seemed completely natural.
“I think you should at least see how you look in it before you decide. You might end up loving it!” Violette insisted, pressing the costume into Riko’s hands.
Well...the whole point of going to this stupid party is to try to put myself out there a little more...
“I...I guess it wouldn’t hurt just to try it,” Riko conceded, still looking into Violette’s eyes. Something about them just made it so hard to turn away. Usually Riko couldn’t look anyone in the eyes, but with the woman in front of her, it seemed so easy and natural.
“Oh, wonderful! I’ll guide you over to the changing rooms, dear, this store is a little big,” Violette said in her soft, warm voice. Riko nodded and held onto the witch’s hand, not even realizing she was doing so.
When they reached the changing rooms, Violette let go. “If you do decide to buy it, I’ll give you a discount. You were the first person all season to appreciate my joke, and that’s worth a lot to me!” she said with a friendly wink, and walked away. Riko couldn’t help but watch her rear as she did. Violette had wide hips and a firm, round bottom that stretched her skirt to its limits.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Riko entered the dressing room, locking the thin plywood door behind her. As little security as the flimsy little lock on the door provided, it still made her feel much better.
Laying the costume out on the bench, Riko blushed, both at how skimpy it was, as well as the very nature of the outfit. Great, a Japanese girl dressed like a cat girl. I already get enough people asking me if I cosplay, she thought ruefully. But Violette had insisted that she try it, and the woman seemed like she genuinely thought it would look good. Plus, Terrie would be rather huffy with her if she didn’t get there soon.
Stripping out of her modest clothing, Riko picked up the costume. It looked a bit like a one piece swimsuit, with high-cut thighs and low-cut chest. Unlike a bathing suit, though, a long cat tail was hanging off the back end. And, of course, the whole thing was lined with a trim of fluffy white fur.
Sliding into it, Riko looked in the mirror, blushing at the sight of herself. The thing was nearly skin tight, and her underwear was pressed against it very noticeably. There was no way she could wear this! She couldn’t deny that she looked pretty sexy in it, of course, but still, it was...well, just so unlike her usual drab style...
For a moment, Riko couldn’t help but wonder how Violette would look in it, with her particularly curvy body...and the way the white trim would set off those purple eyes. It was the image of those eyes that lingered the most. Riko could nearly picture her own reflection in those purple eyes...
Well...well, I might as well see how it looks without the underwear, right? Since I won’t be wearing it anyway, I might as well see it in full glory, right? she rationalized, feeling unusually bold.
Peeling the costume off, Riko removed her bra and panties, and slipped it on again. Looking in the mirror, she took a shuddering breath...she looked so good right now. Riko had never had much of a figure, but the way it clung to her emphasized what few curves she had, making her look incredible. For the first time, Riko felt as though she looked like a woman, not just a girl. Though she couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were rather prominently standing out against the fabric, and it was digging into her a bit, giving her a visible camel toe. Surprisingly, though, she found that it was not uncomfortable.
Before she could think about it any more, there was a knock on the door. “Are you finished? I just have to see how you look in that!” Violette said from the other side.
Riko tensed up a bit. She couldn’t possibly! But she also didn’t want to disappoint the kind witch...
Fighting in her head for a moment, Riko was surprised when she found her hand on the lock, already opening the door. Too late to stop herself...
Well, what’s the harm in just letting Violetta see it? I’ll probably never see her again anyway; it’s not like this means I’ll actually be wearing it to the party.
Even so, Riko wanted to cover herself as the door swung open, but at that exact second, she met eyes with Violette, and froze up. There was something about them that seemed so friendly and charming that it put the shy girl at ease.
“You look even better than I thought...” Violetta gushed with soft delight, and Riko blushed in pleasure. Always so afraid to stand out for fear of jeers, she had forgotten how nice it was to be complimented.
“But still...there’s a little something missing....” Violette mused, putting her hand to her chin. She gave a clap as realization struck her. “Ah! The ears!”
Violetta stepped into the small booth. Riko thought about saying something to her about personal space, but that thought fizzled out as she breathed in and caught a whiff of some kind of perfume, heady and sweet. And the way Violetta’s hips brushed against Riko just distracted her all the more...
Violette held up a headband with cat ears and leaned in, her breasts pressing against Riko’s and sending her heart racing. She planted it on Riko’s head and took a step back.
“Oh, that is just way too cute!” she exclaimed with a small clap. “Look at how adorable you are!”
Turning to look in the mirror, Riko could only nod in agreement. “Yeah...it’s a great costume,” she said, staring at her reflection. Riko had always lacked confidence in her looks, but right now, even an unhealthy low self esteem couldn’t deny how sexy she looked. And felt, for that matter. Something about this costume was making her feel so much more confident!
“But I still think it can be even better...just wait right here, and I’ll get you a few more things that will really make you perfect! I’ll even help you apply them!” Violette said, dashing to the shelves. Riko sat down on the bench, shaking her head. She wasn’t sure what to think of this. She shouldn’t let Violette waste her own time further accessorizing something that Riko wasn’t going to wear, but...she did kind of want to see just how this could get better. And...it was crazy, but she looked so good right now, she was starting to really consider taking this costume after all.
Violette returned, and interrupted Riko’s thoughts by setting a small basket full of items in front of her. “First these. I’ll include them in the discount!” she enthused, handing a pair of fishnet stockings to Riko. “The rest can wait until you have those on.” She grinned, and stepped out of the fitting room.
Well, if I get a discount...I might as well see how they look, at least. Riko had been raised to always take a bargain whenever she got the chance. With the door closed, she slipped out of the costume and pulled on the stockings. It was, unsurprisingly, the first time she had ever worn fishnets. The way they felt was amazing, like dozens of little fingers all over her legs. Riko let out a pleased, surprised little grunt at the feeling. Did stockings like these always feel so nice? If so, she kind of felt like she’d been missing out...
Pulling the costume back on, she looked in the mirror again...and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal at her own image. She couldn’t believe what attractive accent the fishnets gave to this already striking ensemble. There was a knock at the door; Violette obviously wanted to see how she looked. And at this point, Riko was excited to show her. Opening the door, Riko smiled.
“So, do I look good?” she asked in a slightly flirty tone. It was completely out of character for her, but what the hell, it was close to Halloween, a time to be someone new and different, and she looked great. It was time to just let go and enjoy this; Riko could go back to being a timid little wallflower tomorrow.
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it, darling. You’re absolutely beautiful!” Violette declared. Riko flushed happily. Why was she always so afraid of being noticed? She thought she looked great, so did Violette, and so would everyone at the party!
“Now, just a few more things! You look much too classy right now for flats, dear. You need an appropriate pair of heels!” Violetta decided, holding up a pair of white stiletto pumps.
Riko wasn’t sure about that, though. Confident though she was feeling, she never wore heels. They just weren’t very comfortable, and she didn’t have the coordination for them.
Violette must have noticed her reluctance, because the woman winked at Riko. “Trust me, dear. You need these. With the way those stockings make you legs look, these will be irresistible!” Violette promised, handing them to Riko, then playfully added, “And they’ll add a good few inches of height.”
Well. Riko was tired of always being the shortest person wherever she went. And Violette had been spot on with everything else. It wouldn’t hurt to try them! Taking the shoes, Riko sat back down on the bench and slipped them on. They fit perfectly.
Wow, Violette must have a sixth sense for guessing sizes.
As she stood up, Riko was amazed to find that the shoes were still comfortable even when she put her weight on them. “Go ahead, take a few steps to get used to them,” Violette offered, gesturing. Riko did so, and was amazed a second time. Not only were these heels so comfortable that it was like wearing flats, or even nothing at all, but she found herself walking as easily as though she were barefoot, her balance unaffected at all. How was this even possible? She was walking around on the sole of her foot with better coordination than she ever had before in her life. These were the best shoes ever!
And yes, Riko had to admit, the added inches were nice, too.
Taking a few more steps around, Riko turned and looked in the mirror. The stockings and heels really did make her legs look incredible. For the first time in her life, Riko looked sleek and leggy, and it felt incredible! The way the costume conformed to her figure transformed her from a petite little girl into a sexy, elegant woman. She giggled in delight at the way the tail on the costume would swish back and forth with her every movement. It was cute, but somehow alluring, too.
“I love it!” Riko exclaimed.
“I just knew you would! Now, since you are going to the party right, I’ll do your makeup up, too, if you’d like,” Violette offered. “I only recently opened the shop, and if everyone sees how good you look and you tell them who helped you with it, it’ll really help the store out!”
“Sounds fair to me!” Riko agreed. When had she mentioned the party to Violette? Maybe the saleswoman had overheard her conversation with Terrie before...Riko could have sworn that Violette hadn’t been anywhere nearby, though...
Violette leaned in to study Riko’s face, and Riko couldn’t think of anything but how lovely her eyes were and how pretty her perfume smelled.
“Let’s start with something to give you a little more cattiness,” Violette said with a giggle, picking up some eyeliner and going to work. Violette’s hands worked quickly and delicately. As the woman worked, Riko couldn’t help but look down the rather low cut top Violette was wearing every now and then, getting a pleasing peek at her breasts.
“Oh, try not to blush, dear, the coloring might throw me off a little,” Violette requested. Riko snapped her eyes back from the woman’s cleavage. She felt a little embarrassed, but Violette hadn’t exactly caught her looking. Mostly, she was just having a good time and enjoying the proximity to this attractive woman!
Riko started to feel fuzzy as Violette began to hum softly, her silky, soft hands gently working as Riko began to drift off. Suddenly the humming stopped, and Violette spoke. “Next some whiskers, and then we’re just about done.”
Riko felt as though the witch had only just gotten started, and now she was saying it was nearly finished? Riko barely ever wore makeup, and when she did, it wasn’t very much, so she guessed she didn’t have much perspective, but this still seemed to have gone amazingly fast.
“Now, the spirit gum might be a tad cold,” Violette warned, and dabbed a few drops on Riko’s cheeks. It was slightly cool, but not unpleasant. A few light taps later, and Violette took a step back.
“You look almost perfect,” she declared. “Take a look in the mirror.”
Riko stood up and turned to face her reflection. What she saw left her speechless. Her eyes looked so much bigger, and every other part of her face just looked sleeker and more elegant. The white lipstick was a little odd, but Riko had to admit, it did look great. The small whiskers that had been glued to her cheeks were surprisingly cute, tying the combination of adorable kitten and sexy woman together perfectly.
“I can’t believe how good you made me look...” Riko murmured admiringly.
“You give me far too much credit, dear! I can only work with what I’m given. You are simply a very lovely young woman,” Violette said, and Riko flushed in pleasure. “There’s just three more tiny details, and you’ll be ready.”
Violette reached into the basket and pulled out a set of contacts. They were slitted to look like a cat’s eyes. Riko had never worn contacts before, but found that putting them on was much easier than she would have thought. As she looked at herself, the effect was startling; these new yellow eyes and slitted pupils looked for all the world to be natural.
“Now these,” Violette told her, holding out a set of long white glove with a fur trim. The hands even had soft pads on them that looked like a cat’s. Riko took them and pulled them on. Like the shoes, these fit so perfectly that it was almost like they had been made with her in mind.
“The final touch, of course, is a cute little collar with a bell on it!” Violette revealed enthusiastically, and brought one forth. It was bright red leather, with a small, golden bell on it.
“Here, I’ll help you put it on.” Violette moved behind Riko. As Violette wrapped her arms around her, Riko couldn’t help but get a touch aroused as the woman’s ample chest pressed against her back.
Even if it weren’t making me look so good, this whole situation has been a lot of fun!
The collar slipped around her neck easily. As it was tightened around her, Riko felt a sense of calm happiness that she couldn’t quite place. Must just be from how nice it is to change my image so much.
Violette let go. “There we go! Congratulations, my dear, you are now a very pretty kitty!”
Riko looked in the mirror, grinning. “I am, aren’t I?” she asked in a playful tone. She struck a pose with one hand in the air, like a lucky cat statue.
“You are! Here’s a bag to put your old clothes in. After all the work I put in, you can’t exactly change, right?” Violette said.
Looking down at her normal outfit, Riko considered for a moment. The party wasn’t for a little while (in spite of Terrie’s rushing her), and she had a few last minute errands to run. Riko guessed she would now be doing them in this extremely sexy costume. And to her happy surprise...the thought didn’t actually bother her!
“So, how much does all this cost me?” she asked. She was a little nervous at the answer. For such an awesome costume as this, one which practically transformed her into a whole new person, the price might be pretty steep.
“Nothing...for now. Come back once the party is over and tell me how much everyone liked it. We’ll worry about it then!” Violette said with a grin.
Riko started to protest there was no way she could just leave without paying, but she caught a sparkle in Violette’s eyes that somehow seemed to say that she just shouldn’t argue on this. Well, what was the harm? Riko was an honest person; she would come back and pay Violette her due once she was done.
“Alright, I’ll be back tomorrow. Thank you so much!” she said, gathering her things. Violette guided Riko back to the front of the store, though Riko wouldn’t have had much trouble finding it herself. There was no one else in the store, after all. How strange that such a nice shop was so empty!
As she opened the door, Riko turned back and smiled cheekily. “Before I leave, I just have one question.”
Violette tilted her head quizzically. “And what would that be?”
“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?” Riko asked, fighting back a giggle.
Violette smiled and thought for a moment. “I’m a naughty witch,” she replied with a titter.