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[Female TF Revert - Anthro Cat]

Jean awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She uncurled her body and rolled onto all-fours atop the bed, pushing her hands forward and unsheathing her claws as she arched her back and stretched like a cat. Looking to her phone screen, she immediately grabbed it once she saw who was calling.

“Scott! Honey, I'm so happy to hear from you! How's the conference? Did you get me a souvenir?”

“Ha ha, good morning to you, too!” she could practically hear his gorgeous smile through the phone. “In answer to your questions: Brief, and I took some pens from the hotel lobby.”

“Brief?” Jean inquired.

“Yeah, a small hurricane shut down the conference on the second day. The rest of it has been canceled.”

“Oh my god! Are you alright?”

“Darling, I'm fine. I'm actually back state-side, just landed at the airport. Thought I'd call and let you know.”

“Already?” Jean faltered. “Okay, good, I'm glad to hear you're alright. When do you think you'll be home?”

“I'm just waiting on a Müver pick-up, but it's morning rush-hour, so probably not for another two hours. I can't wait to see you, darling.”

Jean smiled warmly and her heart skipped a beat. “You too. I missed you so much.”

“Oops, here it is. I'll be there soon. Bye!” Scott hung up, and Jean put her phone back on the night-stand, then stared at her furry, paw-like hands.

“Time to change back.” she sighed.

* * *

“Video Log, Experiment One, Day Four, 8:06am. Scott's on his way back home, so it's time I was human again. I've reprogrammed The Treatment with my original genetic imprint and sped up the process. I can only estimate, but based on previous tests, this should bring me back to a fully-human state in a few minutes. I've ensured my pain-receptors will be switched off for the process, but at this speed the transformation will most likely still feel a bit uncomfortable.”

Jean's hand held the injector-pen above her thigh as she sat in front of her webcam, her triangular ears pressed back against the top of her head while her tail swished nervously back and forth behind her. She stared at the injector, hesitating. She liked her old body, but she loved her new one. Scott was on his way home, though, and she really didn't want to freak out her husband after not seeing him for four days. With a sigh, she set the injector against her leg and clicked the button on the end, releasing The Treatment into her system. Standing up on her digitgrade paws, she padded back from the desk until her entire body was in view of the camera.

Looking at the recording window on her screen, she could see herself staring back with those slitted, golden eyes. Her pink, triangular nose sat on the front of a slight muzzle accentuated by white whiskers on either side of her top lip. Her dark-cherry hair cascaded down to just below her shoulders, the rest of her body covered in jet-black fur.

Fur which was now falling away to reveal dark grey skin that was lightening to her previous pale-peach color. It was then that Jean realized she was technically naked.

“Frick!” she swore as she dashed to the dryer in the corner of her garage-laboratory and quickly pulled out her favorite Star Wars t-shirt and booty shorts from the pile of clean laundry still sitting inside. Her legs had already started to change shape, and she struggled to quickly jam her half-paw feet through her shorts. Finally, clothed, Jean dashed back in front of the webcam. She'd lost half of her fur, and her feet and hands were starting to look more like their human predecessors. Her whiskers had fallen out already, and her nose looked more human in shape. Her teeth were flattening out, losing their predatory edge, as her ears rounded and slid back down to the sides of her head.

For the first time in a couple of days, Jean reached up and swept her hair behind her human ears, having it actually stay there. She smiled at this, and with a sigh, reached around behind herself to grasp for her tail. She faltered when she felt it had already shrunk to less than a foot in length, and was getting shorter by the second. With a sigh, she turned back to face the webcam, her transformation back to her human self almost complete. Smiling sadly, she watched as the final thing, her eyes, lost their reflective golden color and regained their original crystal-blue hue.

It was done. She was fully human again. Wandering back over to her desk, she sat heavily in her chair and faced the camera.

“So that's it. The experiment was a great success, the tests all went extremely well, and I had a lot of fun.” She looked down at her pale, human hands. “I miss it already.”

Smiling deviously, Jean looked directly into the camera. “Of course, further experiments will be required. I've only tested one animal so far, and it would be irresponsible of me as a scientist to not continue to research this process. After all, curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. That's right, I know the rest of the saying. I'm a nerd, shut up. Jeez, I'm talking to myself in a video log.”

Stopping the video app, Jean wandered back into the house and started making herself some breakfast. She daydreamed about the last couple of days, running over the events in her head while she ate, when she suddenly heard the front door opening. Getting up, she dashed to the foyer where her husband was dragging his luggage inside. She almost tackled him with the hug she launched his way.

“Hi honey!” she giggled as he wrapped his arms around her in return and leaned in for a kiss. Soft and warm, there was still that little spark of electricity that Jean felt running up her spine whenever she kissed him like this.

“Hi darling,” he smiled down at her, “How was your week?”

“Oh, you know, just running some experiments.” she tucked her hair behind her ear. “Want some breakfast? The bacon's still warm.”

“That would be great, just let me unpack and get changed first. I didn't have time to get any laundry done over there.”

“Okay, but if you don't hurry, there might not be any bacon left!” Jean sung over her shoulder as she sauntered back into the kitchen.

Smiling to herself, she switched on the coffee machine to make another cup for her husband. Despite not having more time to play around in her feline form, she really was happy to have Scott back so soon.

“Darling?” Scott called from the garage, “Just a quick question...”

“What's that, honey?” Jean appeared at the door to the garage, to see her husband staring down at a large grouping of black fur on the concrete floor.

“Did you shave a cat?” he asked, kicking the edges of the pile inwards, trying to organize it somehow.

“Uh... kind of...” Jean started, then sighed and walked over to her desk. “Here, I have some videos I want you to see...”

EXPERIMENT ONE – FINISHED.