Yawning, Nita stared drearily at her expression in the mirror. It was early and the others were still asleep in the next room. She had to decide on an alteration, for her meeting with the Count in a few hours, and wanted the time to do it properly. Nita had a running joke with the count; in which she changed something about her appearance, for every formal appearance. It was quickly becoming a challenge to think of something new.

Currently, she had her natural healthy burnished brown hair: which she had once added a wavy curl to, and kept. She had razor sharp arched eyebrows on an oval face with a slim nose, smooth jawline, and olive skin; with vivid, baby blue eyes. All of which she was proud. Some of the changes had to be made at a genetic level for them to work; like the shape of her face.

She wanted to do something subtle this time. Something that worked with her overall look and that she would keep. She had tried a wide range of hair colors, different breast sizes, and even made herself fat once, but she wanted to find something lasting. She was happy with her small handfuls on the chest, firm bubble butt, and trim dancers’ figure.

There were a few things, like red hair on humans, that she hadn’t seen since coming to this world, but she wanted something that worked with her current look. She needed something she had seen with her magic before, as it was easier to copy, then to figure out a new feature from scratch. Then it hit her; the girl at the farmstead in one of the villages was beautiful, in large part due to two features: dimples and a stunning set of light freckles across her face and shoulders. Thinking back, she realized she had probed a few people with these features. So, she had a baseline of the markers needed.

A smile slowly spread across her face as she slowly added freckles across her nose highlighting her new dimples. The dimples were perfect, and she had to admit they drastically improved her smile. Making it even more dazzling, but the freckles were a little off, and she frowned. She couldn’t place why they looked wrong. She had placed them perfectly. Shaking her head, she poked it back into the other room. To see if any of the others had woken yet. It had taken over an hour to accomplish what she had.

She let out a sigh, when she realized the others were still sound asleep. Kitten’s ears were twitching in her sleep, it was adorable. Nita couldn’t stop a small giggle, at the small surge of mischief she felt when observing the sleeping catkin. Unable to help herself, she slowly approached Kit’s nest of blankets and squatted down next to her; to gently rub her fingers behind Kitten’s ears, giving her a scratch like a housecat. Kit’s fur was smooth like silk, and Nita unconsciously started using her entire hand to rub Kit’s head, as she stared into nothing: thinking about what she may have done wrong with the freckles. Eventually Kit started purring.

Kit woke slowly, when she felt someone petting her head. At first, like is common when waking from a deep dream, she thought it was her mother waking her gently, before the masters came to fetch them for morning chores. It took her sleep-addled brain a few moments to remember she wasn’t six anymore, and her mother long dead, at the hands of her first master. Then a few more to realize it was her new master Nita scratching her head, and she stiffened slightly before relaxing into it; a soft purr escaping her uncontrollably. She groaned softly in pleasure, then her fur bushed a little in a blush, as she felt her arousal surge. Shit. She thought. What the fuck am I going to do? Maybe Rebeca was right. I’m falling for my new master. How fucking cliché. Damn does that feel good. She groaned again a little louder leaning into Nita’s hand a little more. The fuck is wrong with me? I haven’t let anyone touch me like this since mother died. She shivered slightly. How, what do I say? Does she even like women like that? Don’t be an idiot, she likes men, look at her with Ed! Another soft groaning purr. God does it feel good to be touched without malice. She shivered.

“Damn you’re cute when you purr like that, Kitten.” Nita muttered, still staring off into space. She sat forward onto her knees then back into a sitting position to get more comfortable.

“_” Kit’s heart and arousal surged even higher. Fuck! Shit! Damn! She thought. Then she had an impulse, and with a languid roll, she put her head into Nita’s lap. Nita subconsciously started to rub her forehead instead. After a few minutes of basking in the rubs, Kit slowly yawned and opened her eyes fully to look up at Nita with a smile.

“Morning.” she purred deeply, arching her back a little.

“Morning.” Nita’s said with a radiant smile, looking down, now that Kit had broken her from her thoughts.

“Holy shit! You’re even more beautiful this morning!” Kit chirped. Then her eyes widened, when she realized what she had said. “What did you do? Wait…don’t tell me.” She said. Then it hit her. “Dimples! Shit they are perfect!” She squealed. Did I just squeal? What the actual fuck is this woman doing to me!... Right forehead rubs. She continued to purr, as Nita didn’t stop.

“Yeah, and freckles, but I can’t seem to get them right. They just look wrong, for some reason.” Nita said frowning.

“Well, let me have a closer look. Can’t have you not looking perfect” Kit said quietly with a little smirk. Reluctantly she sat up and shrugged off Nita’s hand, to look closely at her face. Her heart raced a little, as she peered closely at Nita.

“Easy...” Kit said her pupils dilated fully.

“Well?” Nita asked after staring back at the beautiful Cat-girl, for a long pause.

“Uh…cough! Ug they are to perfect. You tried to make both sides match, they should be random.” Kit said coughing to try and get her mind working properly.

“Duh! I’m such and dork! Thanks, you’re the best!” Nita enthused, while quickly leaning forward to plant a firm fast kiss on Kit’s lips. Which she quickly broke. Then jumped to her feet and rushed back to the bathroom. Leaving a stunned and flabbergasted Kit, to stare after her longingly; her lips tingling.

A soft giggle forced Kit’s head to snap around suddenly; to find a smirking Rebeca. “Don’t you, dare, say anything!” Kit said dangerously.

Rebeca just laughed, hard.

“Seriously, you need to tell her, so she at least curbs her whims, if she’s not interested.” Rebeca said quietly a few minutes later as they, and Lilly got up, dressed, and ready for the day.

Lilly nodded in agreement.

“Yeah... maybe.” Kit said uncertainly, an ache forming in her chest at the thought of complete rejection. Images of Nita and Edwards interactions brought the ache even deeper.

A short while later Nita emerged from the bathroom, proudly showing off her new dimples and freckles to the others. Lilly thought she was just being vain, but both Rebeca and Kit were enthusiastic about the changes.

“Ok, as much as I hate it. It’s time to bring out the dresses, they are in the wardrobe over there.” Nita said reluctantly, pointing at a dark corner of her apartment with a big wooden wardrobe.

“Dresses! This is going to be fun!” Rebeca said, jumping up and practically attacking the wardrobe in her haste to see its contents.

“I can’t wait to see you in a dress.” Kit smiled, her eyes twinkling, as she watched Rebeca pull dresses out of the wardrobe and toss them onto the bed. “Ooh, you have to try that blue one! It matches your eyes.”

“It’s very conservative. It won’t show your back; don’t you want to show off your new brand?” Lilly asked. “Also, when did Kit become all girly? Did I miss something?” She said giving Kit a bemused look.

“I’ll tell you later, just go with it for now. Isn’t it a nice change from miss gruffy?” Rebeca said laying a gentle hand on Lilly’s shoulder and whispering in her ear.

Lilly just shrugged and nodded.

“No! I don’t want to show my mark off to the court yet, they will just find a way to use it against me. Aeronwen knows they all hounded me long enough to get it done; I don’t need those hyena’s knowing I changed my mind.” Nita grumbled.

“Hyena?” Rebeca asked.

“A pack hunting cat/dog like predator from my world, that has a creepy laughing sound it makes. Their heads look a lot like a Gnoll’s” Nita explained, picking up the blue dress and nodding at it.

“That’s right you’ve mentioned you’re not from here. Where are you from? You’ve never said.” Rebeca asked helping Nita out of her sleeping slip and into the blue dress.

“Another world? Maybe dimension? It is called Earth. I was walking home from school when I tripped, suddenly landing on my hands and knees, violently losing my lunch. When I looked up and got my bearings, I was in Count Galloway’s inner courtyard back at the capital. I have no idea what, or how it happened. The Count asked numerous scholars, and no one has any idea how it happens, but apparently a couple people are recorded to appear in such a way every decade or so. They are not always from the same world either. No one knows of a way back; not that I want to go back.” Nita said as she dressed, then moved to look at herself in the mirror.

“Huh, it's strange that I’ve never heard of such a thing before. You’d think there would be stories about such people.” Kit pointed out.

“You’d think, but it's not like the stories from my world where people come across and become some amazing hero. In fact, I'm one of two recorded travelers, that ended up with magic: as far as the scholars found. They generally lead pretty mundane or short lives.” Nita explained, while admiring the dress in the mirror, it was perfect. It didn’t take focus from her face, but instead seem to highlight her recent changes. “The printing press might have come from someone from my world, but that’s unclear as they originate halfway around the world from here.” She continued.

“Interesting.” Kit said admiring Nita in the dress.

“So, what do you think?” Nita asked doing a quick twirl in her dress.

“You look the proper beautiful lady, mistress. Now what do you want to do with your hair?” Rebeca asked, taking some of Nita’s hair in her hand and letting it fall.

“Just leave it! It looks good, all windblown and wild.” Kit said.

“Now, we can’t let our mistress go to a formal gathering like that.” Rebeca tempered looking for a brush.

“I agree; just a good brushing. And hurry, I don’t have much longer until I have to go.” Nita said looking at the grandfather clock in the corner.

“Alright, all set. Good luck mistress.” Rebeca said, once she finished up, shooing Nita out the door.

“Time to get this over with.” Nita quietly said to herself, as she made her way to the main hall. Passing busy maids and other servants in the halls, she picked up her pace a little. It will be good to see the whole family together again: it’s been over a year Since they were all together. She thought, as she approached the big double doors to the hall and nodded to the crier indicating that he could announce her. Straightening her back and turning up her nose a little, she walked slowly, and primly, into the hall, with and exaggerated sway to her hips.

“The Lady Anita Alexander.” The crier announced as she entered.