I was so excited for this one I wrote a little vignette to go with it.
by Dgirael

Manya's in a lazy phase and doesn't feel like getting dolled up to smile and shake hands at a fashion show tonight. That's where you come in!

You arrive at Manya's apartment at precisely 3PM, as instructed. How could you turn down a seemingly legit DM saying "Hello, I hear you are my biggest fan. I have surprise for you. Please visit my apartment at 3 today <3"? What could she want with you? She's still seeing Roy right? With a pounding heart you ring the doorbell. A few fraught seconds later you hear footsteps and then the door opens.

You expected a grander entrance from your fashion goddess, but Manya answers the door in drab, well-worn sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. Of course she manages to wear them look like exclusive couture. She leans on the door frame with a giant handpaw on her jutting hip and looks you up and down with her visible droopy-lidded eye. "Thank you for coming." You're so flustered that you stammer for a moment trying to find words. As you do Manya stands away from the door. "No way, it's really you." You begin "I'm your biggest -- Waah!"

Manya points two giant finger guns at you and seems to somehow shoot a beam which soon envelops you. It doesn't hurt, but a warm tingling sensation begins to radiate throughout your body. Your clothes begin to flutter as if in a breeze and then change altogether. Pants fusing into a black skirt and then climbing dangerously high up your thigs. Your legs grow a layer of short, soft, creamy fur and take on a decidedly femenine shape. Your sneakers lift you up off the ground becoming a pair of black high heels accentuating your shapely legs nicely.

More alarming than all this though is a mounting pressure in your hands. Looking down you notice your skin taking on a pink color and supple, rubbery texture. They seem to be ballooning in size. You passively clench your fingers in shock as your pinky and ring fingers fuse while each of your now 8 fingertips swell into cartoonishly huge paw pads. A broader metacarpal pad sprout as well and bulges to take up much of your palms. 'No, it couldn't be' you think.

As your new handpaws balloon to absurd proportions your chest and torso take on a svelt physique. Your shirt has rearranged into a dress top and is soon filled out by breasts making themselves known through a wide gap between the straps. A tingling in your nose alerts you to a newly forming feline muzzle, teeth gritting as you stagger through the transformation. Your ears migrate up your skull and grow long and triangular. Your short hair grows exponentially and takes on a vibrant orange color. The magic spell, whatever it is, arranges your long hair to cover one eye. The same creamy fur now covers your face and your visible eye takes on the same droopy, perpetually made up appearance as that of your idol.

You stand swaying, unfamiliar with both high-heels and the heft of your glove-like hands, as a perfect clone of Manya. The reality of the situation dawns on you slowly as the haze clears. You stare wide-eyed and blushing. "W-what is this?!" You shout in her thick Russian accent. The original cat approaches, looking satisfied with her handiwork.

"You are my biggest fan! This should be dream for you, da?" She grins and gesticulates toward you like a game show girl.

"Well, I uh." You say.

"Don't worry, I can see it all over your face." Manya says, looking expectant.

You look down, finally absorbing your situation. The hair, the light fur, and these huge, massive paws. It really is a dream come true. They seem even begger up close. You ball your fingers into a fist eliciting little squeaks and squirks as the pads rub together. Each fist is as large as your head. You run the pads across your cheeks, pinching them. They're so perfectly squishy, feeling like a stress ball or memory foam. Seeing that Manya is unfazed you let a hand wander down to stroke your bare thigh but quickly decide you're far too aroused to go any further.

"Yes. I like this... a lot." You say, grinning sheepishly.

"Good!" Manya says, before taking your huge hand in hers and pulling you along. "Because I need you to fill in for me tonight!"