Art by  ichihara-chan

"Curious..." Felicia said, picking up the slinky little scrap of cloth. "Is this a handkerchief? What's it doing in my closet?" The material was soft and smooth in her touch, though too small to be useful for anything other than a rag. It was purple, with light lavender polka dots; the pattern reminded her of old summer dresses.

"I suppose I can use this to clean my phone screen." The cat gently stretched the fabric, surprised by how much flex a little napkin's worth of cloth had to it. Another stretch and Felicia discovered another full inch of material she didn't notice before. And another... and another...

Before she could remark at how odd this was, the purple sheet jumped onto her chest, turning around and wrapping around her arms, with the lower half stretching down and binding her legs together. "What the-" Felicia snarled as she struggled against it, the fabric feeling weirdly chilly on her body, like it was woven from a winter breeze. It wrapped over her body, her squirming and thrashing about doing nothing to stop it. As the fabric pulled tighter, a tingly, icy feeling swept over Felicia's tawny fur, turning it to a frosty gray. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was something that sounded halfway between a nervous mewl and an embarassingly lusty-sounding moan. The purple, polka-dotted material formed itself into a thin, knee-length dress as the fabric of the feline's jeans turned to soft, slinky tan nylon panthose.

A cute white apron tied itself around Felicia's waist, and she felt the weight of a bead necklace around her neck. Her fur was solid gray, she felt pleasantly cool all over. It was so sudden she was left feeling foggy... like it was all a daydream. Felicia was jolted back to attention when she heard a familiar masculine voice calling out to her as the front door opened.

Her husband was here.