I looked at my stupid purchase and sighed. The website didn’t have an image up but the description made it out to be mythical. It even came with an authentication paper that looked like an ID card.
The Beckoning Cat statue.
Have the symbol of good luck and monetary fortune in your place of business.
Neko’s Name :- Maneki-Chan
Colour :- Black
Raised Paw :- Left
Blood Type :- O-
Power :- Beckoning in customers
“Are you shitting me?” The statue was barely 30 cm tall but since it was made of actual polished rock it really was heavy and it showed in the shipping costs.
The point is, instead of getting a cute little cat statue to bring my café some luck I got this creepy rock that might actually be possessed! Why did I listen to those girls…
My mind flashed back to the cute pair of Japanese girls with their long hair and toothy smile… ok, I remember why now. It was a family business or something, I really should get a girlfriend soon if a smile was all it took for me to go along with this…
Still I can’t put something like this in the café, the place is already deserted as is.
I placed the statue on the coffee table for now. “Not your fault little kitty, I just can’t afford to scare away any customers. The way things are going I’m not sure I can keep the place open for another month. Guess I shouldn’t have placed any hope in some shady temple website huh. You know… looking at you from this angle, you’re kindda cute. Maybe you can scare off evil spirits, demons and debt collectors for me.”
With a chuckle I put away the box and wrapping paper. Tomorrow I’ll contact the seller and see if I can get a refund.
What an odd dream, I feel the touch of soft hands on my shoulders. How long has it been since I had one of those dreams? I’ve been focusing on money so much lately that… EK!
I opened my eyes in terror, something just compressed my shoulders!
Sitting on top of me was a demon. Actually no, it took my brain a minute to process this. It was a girl, very slim. Her eyes and hair jet black . “What. Who. HEY!” I tried to move but my body wasn’t responding. The girl smiled showing me a row of pearly whites that glowed in the dark.
[Master wants customers right?]
“Wha… thief, are you a thief. Stop!” My voice was weak even to my own ears. Was this a dream? I’ve heard that a lot of stress can cause sleep paralysis. Wake up. I have to will myself to wake up!
Not listening to me the girl’s tight grip over my shoulders continued to compress them.
[Master wants lots of people to come to his café right? Then master has to change. Become more appealing. Maneki-chan will help Master become rich.]
Once done her hands moved up and down my arms. Working in the kitchen and lifting supplies gave me decent upper limb muscles and I was proud of that. With her touch I felt the muscles contract then slim down. The skin over them loosening. Her hands traced over my arms, just the tips left behind a trail of blazing heat.
“What ar… stop. Ple.” My voice was starting to choke up in my throat. Why can’t I move, why can’t I push her off. She’s half my size and probably weighs less than 70 pounds wet!
Ignoring me she finally reached my hands and took them into her palm rotating them gently. I felt the bones around my wrist and hand reshape and elongate to something delicate and slender.
Done she moved to my chest. Her hands molding it like clay until two mounds appeared. Round and perky just like hers.
“I’m a man.. you can’t..” I moaned.
Going down I felt her strong grip around my waist tighten so suddenly that my breath caught inside of me.
[Master’s body is going to be like Maneki-chan. We then get lots and lots of customers! I open your hips now, make them nice and round. Men like.]
I couldn’t see what she was doing to my legs and feet but everywhere she touched burned with the changes. Finally done she placed her face inches from mine.
[Now Master really becomes like Maneki-chan. Promise bring lots of money.]
I opened and closed my lips but no sound came out. I felt something wet and hot flow from eyes blurring my vision leaving a trail down my temples. This hurts, every part of it hurts. Please stop. Please.
The girl smiled gently and kissed my adam’s apple. The tips of her fingers barely brushing the side of my neck. I heard a feminine moan and it was only when her lips and fingers were touching my face did I realize that the voice came from me.
She ran a hand through my short blonde hair and tugged on it hard. I let out a little grunt as I felt something getting pulled out of my scalp, more and more. Longer and longer. Was that my hair?
[Now master’s hair is like Maneki-chan. Long and pretty. I keep Master’s hair gold, yes?]
This sounded like a question and instinctively I heard a meek “yes” escape my lips.
My demoness gave me an approving kiss just below my right eye. Wiping away my tears before holding me tight. I was so small and slim now that her slender arms went all around drawing me close.
Men don’t cry. Men don’t let tiny women comfort them by stroking their hair. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I stop!?!
I felt her fingers touch something soft on the top of my head and a moan escaped between the sobs. Something on my head was twitching and felt really sensitive. I closed my eyes and let it all go as I slipped into the darkness.
“Maneki-Chan are you sure we should wear something like this? I mean it’s so… so…” I held up the waitress outfit she had ordered. She was already changing into hers.
[Me and Master same size now. Black for Maneki-chan and red for Master. Master wants Black one?]
“It’s not that. I mean you should tell me if you want to order something overnight. But the outfit, it’s just frills and ribbons everywhere. I think I can see your tail when you bend.” Mine would probably show too now that I think about it.
Something in the back of my mind was screaming. Telling me I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be wearing women’s clothes or allowing this stranger in my house… that voice came from so far away though. Standing here in the daylight with Maneki-chan felt normal. Like this is how things always were.
[We give good service. We get many, many customers! Come master, I help!]
Maneki-chan was right. Most of my old customers figured we were cos-players and my café started to get more attention. What she DIDN’T tell me was that a lot of them were young demon males that demanded to be called “Master”. Well money was money and so long as they kept their hands to themselves it was fine.
So my new life as a neko girl began. Why not visit my café? Two lovely neko sisters will serve you delicious food, cold drinks and for zero dollars offer you a smile.
“What would you like… Master?”