At around 9:30, I deemed it late enough to risk letting Momo out. However, with neighbors nearby and the yard in full view, I couldn't let her wander around by the house. I would have to take her farther away.
"Ok, get your clothes on, we're going for a ride."
While a little while ago, she had seemed so eager to go outside, my words now terrified her. "A ride? You're not taking Momo to the vet, are you?!"
Her fear gave me a laugh, one that I sorely needed after this stressful day. "No, I'm not taking you to the vet. I'm taking you somewhere where you can wander around with lots of room. Put your clothes on, and when we get there, you can take them off."
With visions of shots and rectal thermometers making her growl, she put on her clothes. I checked outside to make sure the coast was clear and then brought her out to my car. I wanted to put the seatbelt on her, but with how tense she was, that restraint might tip her over the edge. We drove for a couple minutes with Momo continuing to growl, as this was the same route to the vet. Finally, I pulled in to the lot of the nearby park, a wide-open field surrounded by forest. There was no one else there; we had total freedom. It was summer, a beautiful night, more than warm enough for a certain cat girl to walk around naked.
I opened her door and she sprung out of the car, wary of any sign of an imminent checkup.
"It's fine, it's the park. You can take off your clothes if you like."
She finally relaxed and undressed. I think by now, I was starting to get used to seeing her naked, though her ass still looked fantastic, toned to match her womanly body, yet plump enough to invite you in. It was a beautiful night, warm with a slight breeze, smelling of grass and pine needles. The birds and bugs were chirping and chiming, and I was left wondering why I hadn't come here in so long.
First thing's first, it was mosquito season, so I had to cover us both in bug spray. Momo hissed from the vile smell, but it was for her own good. I had a flashlight with me, and carrying her clothes under my arm, I started down the path. Momo followed me, having no trouble being barefoot, and soon she began to branch out, exploring the area around us. I kept my light on her as much as I could, not wanting to risk losing her in the dark. She crept along through the grass and underbrush like a predator, sniffing out anything that caught her fancy. She often moved on all fours, seeming unaffected by her new body. Her tail acted depending on her mood, standing up straight and curling when she was curious or hanging down low when she followed the scent of an animal. It seemed she had natural night vision, and often, she would look back at me and her feline eyes would catch the light. Walking through the woods at night and seeing a naked humanoid figure with a pale body, flickering tail, large ears, and eyes glowing like two cigarettes is frankly a lot more terrifying than cute.
To be honest, after the day I had had, the strangest thing about this was that I was walking my cat. If my dog had suddenly turned into a naked girl, bringing her here wouldn't seem so weird. Soon enough, Momo and I circled back to the car and she put her clothes back on, blissfully fatigued. We returned home, but as soon as she stripped, I was able to see the effect of the walk.
"Jesus, you're filthy. I thought cats were supposed to be clean animals. It looks like you rolled around on the ground."
"Momo found some nice patches of warm soil. Momo will clean herself off."
Just as she was a regular cat, she started licking herself, trying to wash away the dirt and grime. This wasn't going to cut it; I was going to have to really bathe her. The question was if I would be able to control myself.
"Come on, let's get you into the shower."
Her ears perked up in confusion. "Huh? Shower?"
I brought her into the bathroom and turned the shower on. The loud hissing of the water made her jump back and hide behind me.
"Relax, it's just water." I wetted my hand and flicked some droplets at her, but that just made her more uncomfortable. Even with a new body, cats still didn't like getting wet. "Momo, you're going in there whether you like it or not."
"No! Momo doesn't want to!"
"If you don't do it, I won't let you on the furniture anymore."
"Well ... will Master do it with Momo?"
That was something I had been hoping to avoid. For God's sake, Momo! I'm just a man! I don't do well with temptation!
"I can't, because then my clothes would get wet."
She scowled at me. "Then take them off!"
Crap, she was smarter than I thought. It seemed like I would have to bite the bullet.
"Ok, fine, but you don't get out until you're clean."
I took off my clothes, with Momo no longer being alone in the nude. But there was something she couldn't help but notice.
"What's that?" she asked, looking at my log, for truly, I had WOOD...