Lost and Found, Part 2

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Part 2: Who're You?

Jared paced back and forth in the room rapidly in a small panic. "I, I'm not supposed to be a girl! I can't—I've got a class in like two hours! How did any of this—!?" Her eyes settled on her bed, and more specifically the stack of now-neatly-folded clothes on it. They'd finished their "work" while she had finished hers. It wasn't so much the clothes themselves as remembering how they'd gotten that way that got her attention. "The wand!"

Scrambling around, she quickly found where the thing had disappeared to—it had rolled itself under a nightstand. So she fell to her knees and carefully reached in, managing to get a hold of it and pull herself back to her feet with it in her hands. There was also a purse on the floor, cast in black with yellow accents much like her outfit, which turned out to contain what had been in her pockets before.

She glared at the little black-and-white cylinder. "You! How did you—why did you..?! Aaugh, I'm talking to an inanimate object!" she declared, violently waving it around in annoyance. Then she thought: If casting a spell with the wand had done this to her—even though she definitely hadn't said anything in that spell resembling 'turn me into a chick'—then maybe another spell could just...fix this?

"Uhh.." Jared had no idea which part of the way she'd cast the spell had made the wand work, if any. But she had some moderate grasp of the scientific method. "Alakazam, turn me back?" she tried, waving it backwards at her own face. That didn't get a response, but...maybe rhyming was the important part? "I don't wanna be a girl, so turn me back before I hurl!" she tried, giving it the same kind of flourish that had succeeded in making her clothes fold themselves. There was, however, still no response.

"Gaaaaah!" Feeling very annoyed by now, the little blond-haired girl shook the wand around in frustration. But as soon as that sound had finished leaving her lips, she heard something that made her close her mouth after a brief, squeaking "..Eep!"

Footsteps in the hallway had been plenty to remind Jared that she was very much not alone in this dorm, and the walls weren't exactly soundproof. She'd made a lot of noise in the past few minutes, including some shouting. Was that one of the RA's coming to her door to ask what was going on? But the footsteps faded after a moment, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.

She now spoke in an exaggerated almost-whisper: "Okay, okay, uhhh...animal?" She'd said something about a lamb with the spell that had worked, right? So she tried waving the wand around again with another spell: "Turn me back into a male..like a, bird? Without..fail?" It occurred to her that all of that hesitating might be making it not work, but she'd sort of stuttered out the one that did work, so that couldn't be it either!

"Uhh, umm..." While she was still trying to come up with another spell, Jared heard more footsteps approaching through the hallway outside. This time, however, instead of fading...they stopped. This was followed by a knock on the door—on her dorm room's door! She jumped, letting in a high gasp, and barely maintained the presence of mind to not drop the wand all over again.

"Jared, you in?" This was even worse than the RA's, or a complete stranger—it was her roommate! "I forgot my econ book."
"Uh—" she started, then realized her voice was way too high pitched, and tried to sort of clear her throat and force it to sound low, like a boy's. "D-don't come in! I'm..in the middle of, something really embarrassing!" This was technically true, just probably not in any way he'd imagine.

"Dude, seriously?" Greg wasn't having any of it. "We've seen each other just out of the shower."

"But I'm—uh—sick!" she protested next.

"You were fine this morning." He was turning his key in the lock! And the door opened outward, so she couldn't even barricade it if she had the time! "I mean, you do sound a little weird, but can't you just..."

He trailed off at this point because he got the door open, and she hadn't even thought to grab the doorknob herself to pull it shut or to hide somewhere. So, instead, Jared's roommate was now standing directly in front of her, looking directly down (why was he so tall!?) and taking in her entire, bizarre new appearance. "You're..not Jared," he concluded.
"I am!" she insisted.

"Um. How do I put this," Greg took a step inside, crossing his arms. "My roommate is not a short chick in a weird, like, witch costume?" he said, lifting one of the arms slightly to gesture at her.
"It's not a—my clothes just—look, something really weird happened, okay!?" she said. "I found this wand in the wash," she said, brandishing it, "and I was just playing around with it, like pretending to cast a spell, and then—it like, zap and then this happened!" she said, gesturing it at her present appearance.

"Uh huh.." He wasn't buying it.

"Look, it did—like, actual magic!" she gestured backwards. "It folded my clothes!"
"Those are Jared's clothes," he admitted, making her very briefly feel like she was getting somewhere with this. "Look, did he put you up to this or something?" It was true that Jared pulled a few jokes in the past, but surely he didn't think this was one of them! What even was the joke supposed to be? How would it be funny?

Laying aside those objections for the moment, Jared came up with a better plan to prove she was telling the truth. "Look—I swear this thing is magic!" she said, pointing at the wand with the hand not holding it. "I'll, cast a spell with it in front of you to prove it, and then you'll have to believe me!"
Her roommate, who was probably thinking that he didn't have time for this nonsense, sighed, gently kicking their door shut behind him. "Okay, fine, show me something."

"Uhhmm..." Jared only now remembered her several failures earlier to cast a spell to turn herself back. Maybe this wasn't such a good plan, but now she was committed to it! So, she just..went with something! Worst case, it didn't work and he kicked her out of their room and she'd...have to figure something else out from there. "Prove you're a real wand by making a..cat! Make one appear, just like..that!" she hesitantly improvised, waving it around randomly the whole time.

"Aack!" A bright yellow spark audibly jolted out of the front of the wand, and she felt a recoiling force from it knocking her hand back slightly! What she didn't realize until a second or so later was that the final position of the wand wasn't some spot on the floor or whatever, but rather pointed directly at her roommate. He jumped too, when the spark hit him, about how one might expect from receiving a slight shock.

"Ow.." Greg rubbed the spot near the middle of his chest where the jolt had hit slightly. "Okay, that definitely did something, but...what?" he interrupted himself because the weird girl who claimed to be his roommate was now staring, wide-eyed, up at him.

"Y-your hair..." It had started growing almost immediately, its deep auburn color rapidly brightening as the strands spread themselves out longer and longer.
"What about it? I—" he stopped suddenly, no doubt because he saw some locks falling before his vision, or felt them touching his cheeks. "Um."

"Okaaay..?" Now confused, he reached a hand up to touch the hair and make sure it was real. By the time his hand had brushed through some of it, the hair was already long enough to touch his shoulders on the sides and back. Then: "Aah!" He shuddered. "Wh-what the..?"

What Jared had felt happening to herself before, she now witnessed on him: Little golden sparks making their way down from his scalp, along his face to his neck, shoulders, arms and upper body, and on downward. Everywhere they touched, his facial hair first—then body hair—vanished away, leaving the skin soft and smooth in their wake. But that could only mean...!

"Ah—agh..!" Greg shuddered again just as the last of the sparks leapt past his feet; his hair was now a brilliant, blazing shade of red, and nearly as long as Jared's! "What di~id you..d-do~o..!?" he demanded, his voice cracking slightly, as his body began to rapidly, visibly shrink. He became shorter and slimmer all at once, his face turning round and cute—especially with the way the loose red locks framed his face. His adam's apple was gone in an instant; his shoulders were narrowing, his waist and arms and legs all getting smaller.

"I-I don't know!" Jared protested. "That spell wasn't even supposed to be aimed at you!"
"W-well, it w~as!" he said, his voice coming out at only a slightly higher pitch, yet sounding less masculine with each crack or squeak. "S-so wha~at..aah..!"

His question was interrupted by something that Jared hadn't experienced. Suddenly something shoved its way out from the left side of his head, pushing all the way through and well beyond his hair: A bright red, fuzzy triangle with a white tuft of fluff inside. "A~aah!" His voice went quite high and soft as this same thing happened on the right side, too, granting him a pair of big, fuzzy catlike ears. They were clearly alive and mobile, too—not some kind of fashion accessory, but his own ears grown out into a brand new shape.

By now, Greg's body had shrunk to just a half-foot or so taller than her, leaving his shirt to hang awkwardly around his slender frame, his pants just barely hanging on. His cheeks had gradually reddened with a blush, which now was almost as bright as his hair or those ears. "Mm-mm~mnn~nh..!" His voice came out at a low, womanly alto as he squirmed around in place, reacting to something that Jared couldn't see at first. "M-mrr~ooww~wwh..!" But then she could—as a slim line of fur the same bright red as his hair slid its way out past the hem of his overlong shirt, twitching itself around in the air: A tail, to match his new ears!

However, the growth of the tail was clearly not the only thing affecting him; he continued to cry out helplessly even as its growth slowed to a halt, leaving it at least as long as one of his own arms. "M-mr~rrnn~nnh..! Aah, aa~aggh..!" His blush became even brighter as Jared had the feeling she was no longer looking at a man at all. And, soon, it was true; Greg let out a high, breathy "Aa~ah!" as his sex changed fully and completely, followed by a low "Oo~oooOOO~OOO~OOooh..!" as her hips and thighs quickly plumped themselves out—a motion visible even through the oversized shirt hanging down around them.

"M-mngh, mrr~rrooo~oowh..!" Another feline noise escaped the redhead's lips as her clothes began to change. The first thing that happened was that everything rapidly became shorter: The shirt's hem raced up past her hips and lower waist, like it was overly eager to fit her properly, and continued all the way up until her entire midriff was exposed; the pants lost nearly all of their leggings, quickly exposing her smooth, shapely legs all the way to the upper thighs.

"Aah, aa~aah..!" More high, cute cries came out as Greg's chest visibly puffed forward a couple of times, beginning to form some breasts; at the same time, her clothes now tightened around her: the shorts that were left of her pants pulling even closer against her wide hips and becoming quite snug and flat between the legs, while the shirt pulled entirely too close around the small, budding bosom.

"Mnngh, aa~aah...mrr~rrrh...!" The next couple of bursts of bust growth came with sounds halfway between protest and enjoyment, but as the last, longest one came, she couldn't help but purr with enjoyment! Her shirt was stretched out by the growing breasts, forcing it to sacrifice the material from its sleeves first, then dip its way down her neckline farther and farther until some cleavage showed—all just to keep from bursting. "Mrr~rrnnnh.." Her purring was low and sexy, her eyes closed, ears low, and her tail flicking around excitedly behind her, until finally her chest finished growing out, leaving her an extremely curvy catgirl. To make matters perhaps even worse, she was still just as fit as ever—her slender arms and legs still visibly toned, and the slim midriff exposed by her shirt converting into less than a tank top still showing off some impressive, solid abs.

Still blushing brilliantly, Greg blinked her eyes open a couple of times and then, seemingly fighting a desire to do otherwise, deliberately curled her lips into a frown and glared down at the shorter girl. Her eyes had changed while they were closed, turning from deep brown to an orange-red even brighter than all of her hair and fur, complete with tall slits for pupils.

"You really couldn't think of a better way to prove it than turning me into a chick too?!"

"I wasn't trying to do that!" Jared protested again. "I swear I was just trying to summon a cat!"
"Well—" She turned partly to one side, curling her tail up and forward so she could run a hand along it, "—looks like you made a catgirl instead, huh?"

"It's not like this thing came with instructions!" she protested further. "I found it in the wash!"

"Well, maybe you should've left it there! Can you at least turn me back?"
"I've been trying to turn myself back since this happened!" Jared said. "I mean, I can try, but—"
"No, yeah," the catgirl sighed. "We probably need to find an actual expert on magic to fix this. Rather than you waving that thing around transforming everyone in sight or whatever."

"Um, okay.." That did sound sort of sensible. "Do you, uh, know anyone like that?"

"..Nope.

"Anyway, I'm even hungrier than I was before I got turned into a catgirl," Greg continued, crossing her arms—and seeming to instinctively do it in a way that emphasized her impressive bust. "So before anything else, you are gonna buy me some lunch as an apology."
Jared felt her face heat up just from watching the strong, curvy catgirl move around. But she said, "Wh—seriously!? How can you think of food at a time like this?"

"Because I'm hungry."

"I mean—look how we're dressed right now!"

"Pfft, it's not like anyone will know who we are anyway. So come on already," she said, grabbing Jared's hand to gently pull her out of the room.

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Unlike how I write most stories I expect to publish in multiple parts, I didn't really think about or plan out where the separations would be while writing this one. Nearly everything was put together in one free-flowing piece, and afterward, during editing, I went and looked for reasonably logical places to split things up. I guess it worked reasonably well, at least.