1 - My new body, my new me

She had small, delicate features. The round emerald eyes, which widened in surprise in the mirror's reflection, looked more like two jewels set in the face of white skin, visibly smooth. There was no scar, wrinkle, ugliness, none of any kind. She was so beautiful that I was envious. Even if now this face was mine.

I touched it and felt that the skin's softness was not only in appearance. The touch was like silk, clean, without irregularities or imperfections.

In the reflection, a copy of what I was doing, slid slender fingers down the side of the face. Hesitant. As if afraid of breaking or ruining anything or the touch was going to put even the slightest strain against that perfect face. The fingertips sliding to the cheek, the contact of softness with softness, I barely felt that those tiny, thin fingers were mine, even though I was the one moving them.

First, I touched the tip of the small, perfect upturned nose, outlined its smooth curve from top to bottom, and that almost made me sneeze. The scent of the skin on my hand was fragrant, perhaps with some cream that someone had applied to me. Very close to the nose, the aroma intensified so much. In fact, I could feel it in the air. It was a strange sensation because I didn't feel just that but several things at once, without being able to identify them all. It was like a heightened sense.

I glanced at the ears, but I still didn't have the heart to fiddle with them. Sometimes they seemed to bristle, moving involuntarily. This was accompanied by a shivering feeling running through my body, like instinct. I couldn't understand this very well either, so I preferred to focus only on the face for now. Lips are my next destination.

They were small but plump. Heart-shaped and rosy against the lighter skin. As delicate as the skin, the touch was a little different. Moist, even sensual. Seeing myself in my reflection, running my fingertips across my lips as a lover would before kissing his wife, reminded me that no one had ever touched me like this before. No man, not my future husband, not even myself. The rare occasions that I touched my previous face, I could only feel panic and disgust.

But now, it was different. I wanted to touch myself. Seeing every bit of my new body, feeling how people would feel if they touched me. Now I could allow kisses on my face, caresses on my cheeks, kisses of love.

But first, I want to know how I am, all the minor details.

The body was that of a developing teenager. Through the thin piece of clothing, light and almost transparent fabric, I could see in the mirror that the breasts were medium, round, and pert. Slim, curvy hips with a waist that swelled a little. The thighs were a little thick, and if I was right, from the measurements I could see, the butt was pretty bulky. But there was the tail.

That big, fluffy thing swayed gently behind me. I wanted to avoid contact with it now, despite feeling it touching the backs of my legs as it swayed.

Avoiding the unknown but wanting to feel and see more, I pulled up the nightgown I was wearing a little bit and exposed my legs and thighs. The legs themselves were thin, mainly from the knee down. The toned thighs swelled at the beginning and then tapered going into the mid-calf. Passing my hand on that part, I could feel how the skin's softness was not reserved only for the face.

There, my touch was less delicate. I wanted to feel it with my hands full, especially squeezing the thighs and feeling the firm but tender flesh. It was so lovely to play that I kept pressing in various parts. It was like a nice pillow to squeeze.

I didn't pull up the nightgown anymore. I dropped it. I stretched the collar part a bit, away from my body. I wasn't going to undress there. I didn't even know where I was. I was just curious to see everything. Then I looked down at the breasts and saw them as I had noticed in the reflection under the nightgown. Round and pert, the pink nipple stood out against the pale skin. I just didn't touch it. All that curiosity about a woman's body was already making me feel ashamed even though it was me.

So after checking almost everything in regards to the body that was now mine, I lifted my gaze again to the animal-like ears on top of my head. It was time to touch them, then it would be the tail, and I could see the rest of the body, especially the back.

Of course, there was also the hair, long that fell to the shoulders. They were smooth and had a gorgeous color that I could define as light brown or close to a caramel color. Obviously, the tail and ear were similar in color, with some hair speckled with white, not the white of old age. I didn't know how to define it, it looked natural, like a beautiful set of colors.

I don't know precisely why I didn't pay so much attention to the hair, perhaps because I was fascinated with the face and body. Or maybe because of the animal parts attached to the fur, which I preferred to avoid initially.

I even liked my hair from my previous life. It was a stunning voluminous golden blonde. My favorite part of everything that was in me but now it didn't exist anymore. The thing that exists now is that teenager who was far from being fully human reflected in the mirror.

I hesitantly and nervously brought my fingers to one of the furry ears on top of my head. I felt like touching an animal's ear, but in this case, the animal was myself. I passed my fingertips caressing the fur, leaving it messy and straightening it. It was pleasant to touch, and little by little, a relaxing sensation took over my body. My face was taking on a reddish tone as a shiver unlike anything I've ever felt in my life, in any of them, was felt. I sighed with an involuntary tremor that spreaded as the fingers continued the caress. When I reached close to the inside of the ear, I felt even more goosebumps.

A strange sensation was making itself in my belly, between my legs. It was hot and a little humid. Something new and really good, I didn't want to stop. But I thought I should, so I took my hand away from my ear, and slowly my body started to recompose itself, although the feeling kept me hot for a bit.

Maybe if I had touched the tail, it would be even worse, but there was no way, was there? Inwardly, I was even anxious to see what I was going to feel this time.

Gradually I turned away from the mirror, but before I even looked at it to see the complete reflection of the back of my new body, the door opened out of nowhere, giving me a big fright. That instinctive feeling returned again, raising all my hair, even the parts I didn't know how to control very well.

At the door there was an angry woman. Well, almost woman and almost beast. She was chubby but pretty and much older than I was, with her dark hair pulled back in a bun on top of her head. The hair bun was right between her ears, but hers weren't like mine. Hers were round and not so furry, they looked like bear ears. It was cute, but her face didn't show cuteness, even though very elegant in her more mature features. She looked angry. A furious mama bear. Upon noticing her clothes, I immediately realized that she was one of the servants of the place. It was an outfit very similar to what Regina wore.

Regina, my housekeeper. The only one I could call a friend, even though she was one of the maids. I wonder if she misses me?

I didn't have time to think about it too much, the bear woman came towards me with heavy steps, and I tried not to be intimidated. From the difference in our clothes, it was obvious who was really in charge.

- What are you doing here, girl? And with these clothes? If they catch you...

I didn't have time to understand what she was saying very well. Her voice came out almost like a growl, albeit melodious, like those women who sing in operas. I also couldn't stop or fight back when she grabbed my arm with her giant hand dressed in crisp white gloves.

Her hand was steady but not strong enough to hurt me. Only to drag me out without me even being able to keep my legs from following her.

We quickly left the room. She led the way, pulling me by the arm firmly but carefully. Muttering that I should be more careful. Careful with what? I was the one with the expensive clothes there. It was probably some noble or something. Maybe I was late for an appointment, and she might get scolded if I wasn't ready on time. That was acceptable. But to treat me like this?

I started trying to get out of that pull, rebellious. I might as well walk on my brand new legs without a maid carrying me around. What a shame it would be if anyone saw it!

- Stop Let me go! Immediately!! – My voice began to retort. I realized it was a lovely voice, even with my complaining tone.

- Stop fooling around, girl! We need to change our clothes! I don't know why you were in that room dressed like that, if they catched you... You must be new around here, right? How did you end up there?

She kept asking questions I didn't understand, even though apparently speaking in the same language.

- That's my room, you monster! And those are my clothes! Now release me immediately, or I'll call the guards. I will not tolerate...

Immediately she stopped, not letting go of me yet. She placed himself in front of me with a confused and inquiring expression.

- Is that your room? Are these your clothes? Are you crazy, young lady? Did you hit your head on your way to the castle? You can't be the owner of that room or that pretty nightgown! You're a maid like me! Look at those ears and tail of yours! They are gorgeous, but they don't make you noble, that's for sure.

I looked at her puzzled, not understanding anything. Me? A maid?

At that moment, two other girls with ears and tails passed us. Both were cat ears. The eyes were a little different from mine. Pulled and feline, curious about the scene of the bear woman giving a sermon to the little fox dressed as a noble. The two girls were dressed in maid clothes as well, carrying changes of clothes in their hands. They smirked as they passed us by and the bear woman fought with them:

- YOU TWO! STOP THE MOCKERING AND RUN WITH THESE CLOTHES!

That's what they did, quickening their pace. As for me, I looked from the cat girls to the bear lady in front of me, and my knees gave way. I just didn't go down because I was being held. I did not believe it. I don't want to believe that I was nothing more than a maid with all that beauty.