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TLDR: Buckle up and inflate your airbags, folks, WE'RE GOING FULL WALL OF TEXT!

The old estate that the cat inherited was left in considerable disrepair, at least on the outside. While it helped conceal the scientific technology from prying eyes, it also left the property easy to break into.

The young lawyer was disgraced. Her crusade against the cat had led to her very public humiliation, as the news of her high-profile case devolved into a petty, childish screaming match that the court reporters were very quick to pounce on. The caricatures drawn during the trial, if it could even be called that now, were not very flattering, either. Her reputation tarnished beyond repair, and her pride a few steps below that, the lawyer found herself on extended vacation instead of becoming a cherished partner on her firm.

"Take a couple of weeks off," she was told. "Recharge, and get this messy episode out of your system, and we can talk about your prospects when you get back."

"Might as well just pull the trigger and say I've been debarred," she muttered to herself as she crouched low behind the dilapidated steel fence. Instead of heading straight home, she found herself at the cat's sprawling property, the ramshackle house beckoning her.

"If I find even just the slightest sliver of evidence, my career can be saved," she told herself, steeling her nerves. Taking a breath, she stepped through a gap in the fence, the expensive fabric of her dress suit audibly ripping on a sharp edge. She gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes.

"It can't possibly get ANY worse," she grumbled.

No one seemed to be home. Not the cat, or any of the menagerie of freaks who ended up siding with her. The floor creaked slightly under her high-heeled shoes as the lawyer made her way down the hall, soon finding a door leading to the basement. Using the light of her phone, she went down the dark staircase, and noticed a faint glow coming from the room at the bottom. She hurried her pace, almost stumbling down the stairs, and peered into the room through the doorway.

There were shelves upon shelves of strange liquids in glass flasks of all shapes and sizes. She had to squint from the glow coming from a rainbow of different colored liquids, labelled with unfamiliar words and symbols. Some kind of code, she mused. On one shelf was an array of green and blue and yellow liquids, and she remembered the centauress' testimony, that she was bathed in some kind of glowing yellow water. Could this be what she needed?

As she reached for one flask, there was a glow that was unlike the others. Bright red and flickering, but she paid it no mind until it was too late and it greeted her with a loud, sharp, "HI!!! WHATCHA DOIN?"

It was one of the damn fairies. Probably the same one who turned her turn on the stand into a makeshift karaoke session. Surprise, frustration and anger welled up in her as she reared back from the shelf. A sudden shift below her heel told her that her shoe had broken in the sudden movement, and she was falling backwards, all too slowly, and she barely registered the impact of her back on the shelf behind her, and the clatter of glass as the shelf teetered from the impact, the fluids spilling out and covering her, and her world was bright and glowing before the darkness overtook her.

She wasn't sure if she really blacked out, because she was still standing. If she only blinked, then it felt like one that took at least an hour. She was standing in a pool of the glowing stuff. Several flasks either broke or tipped over when she stumbled, and she was covered in it. Her skin was tingling and when she started to check herself, she noticed the ragged pile that was just off to her side. Her clothes were a torn, ratty mess, and not far were her shoes, looking like she had kicked them off.

It was then she noticed her feet. Were they her feet? Her toes were long, and she only had three of them on each foot, each ending in a sharp claw. She shifted her weight, realizing that her legs had changed as well. Her arms were still changing, and she watched in strange, detached horror as her fingers elongated and her arms turned into a pair of feathered wings, the same color as her hair. Her own hair was actually falling off her head, being replaced by a coat of feathers, as were parts of her back and shoulders where her skin tingled the most. As her body twisted and reshaped itself, she found herself not so much scared, but almost entranced by the transformation. Her fear had turned into a kind of euphoria that she found hard to explain, and she was almost lost in it until she heard that voice.

"Well, well, well, WHAT do we have here?" the voice purred. Literally. She turned, and SHE was there. The cat, along with the fairy who had surprised her.

"It looks like we're going to have QUITE the talk," Doctor Kitty said. "My dear legal eagle..."

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TLDR: Buckle up and inflate your airbags, folks, WE'RE GOING FULL WALL OF TEXT!

The old estate that the cat inherited was left in considerable disrepair, at least on the outside. While it helped conceal the scientific technology from prying eyes, it also left the property easy to break into.

The young lawyer was disgraced. Her crusade against the cat had led to her very public humiliation, as the news of her high-profile case devolved into a petty, childish screaming match that the court reporters were very quick to pounce on. The caricatures drawn during the trial, if it could even be called that now, were not very flattering, either. Her reputation tarnished beyond repair, and her pride a few steps below that, the lawyer found herself on extended vacation instead of becoming a cherished partner on her firm.

"Take a couple of weeks off," she was told. "Recharge, and get this messy episode out of your system, and we can talk about your prospects when you get back."

"Might as well just pull the trigger and say I've been debarred," she muttered to herself as she crouched low behind the dilapidated steel fence. Instead of heading straight home, she found herself at the cat's sprawling property, the ramshackle house beckoning her.

"If I find even just the slightest sliver of evidence, my career can be saved," she told herself, steeling her nerves. Taking a breath, she stepped through a gap in the fence, the expensive fabric of her dress suit audibly ripping on a sharp edge. She gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes.

"It can't possibly get ANY worse," she grumbled.

No one seemed to be home. Not the cat, or any of the menagerie of freaks who ended up siding with her. The floor creaked slightly under her high-heeled shoes as the lawyer made her way down the hall, soon finding a door leading to the basement. Using the light of her phone, she went down the dark staircase, and noticed a faint glow coming from the room at the bottom. She hurried her pace, almost stumbling down the stairs, and peered into the room through the doorway.

There were shelves upon shelves of strange liquids in glass flasks of all shapes and sizes. She had to squint from the glow coming from a rainbow of different colored liquids, labelled with unfamiliar words and symbols. Some kind of code, she mused. On one shelf was an array of green and blue and yellow liquids, and she remembered the centauress' testimony, that she was bathed in some kind of glowing yellow water. Could this be what she needed?

As she reached for one flask, there was a glow that was unlike the others. Bright red and flickering, but she paid it no mind until it was too late and it greeted her with a loud, sharp, "HI!!! WHATCHA DOIN?"

It was one of the damn fairies. Probably the same one who turned her turn on the stand into a makeshift karaoke session. Surprise, frustration and anger welled up in her as she reared back from the shelf. A sudden shift below her heel told her that her shoe had broken in the sudden movement, and she was falling backwards, all too slowly, and she barely registered the impact of her back on the shelf behind her, and the clatter of glass as the shelf teetered from the impact, the fluids spilling out and covering her, and her world was bright and glowing before the darkness overtook her.

She wasn't sure if she really blacked out, because she was still standing. If she only blinked, then it felt like one that took at least an hour. She was standing in a pool of the glowing stuff. Several flasks either broke or tipped over when she stumbled, and she was covered in it. Her skin was tingling and when she started to check herself, she noticed the ragged pile that was just off to her side. Her clothes were a torn, ratty mess, and not far were her shoes, looking like she had kicked them off.

It was then she noticed her feet. Were they her feet? Her toes were long, and she only had three of them on each foot, each ending in a sharp claw. She shifted her weight, realizing that her legs had changed as well. Her arms were still changing, and she watched in strange, detached horror as her fingers elongated and her arms turned into a pair of feathered wings, the same color as her hair. Her own hair was actually falling off her head, being replaced by a coat of feathers, as were parts of her back and shoulders where her skin tingled the most. As her body twisted and reshaped itself, she found herself not so much scared, but almost entranced by the transformation. Her fear had turned into a kind of euphoria that she found hard to explain, and she was almost lost in it until she heard that voice.

"Well, well, well, WHAT do we have here?" the voice purred. Literally. She turned, and SHE was there. The cat, along with the fairy who had surprised her.

"It looks like we're going to have QUITE the talk," Doctor Kitty said. "My dear legal eagle..."

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