a cat boring life

a cats boring day

  Ever had that sensation your life sucks?, well, sorry to say, but I have copyright on that sensation, so if you ever feel that way, start paying up so that I can get out of this miserable hell hole of my life once and for all.

I'm not sure as to when it all stopped, however, I was soon finding myself in more trouble I could take, and curiously enough, I was enjoying my troublesome life more than anything else I had found before, mainly because it involved a very hot chick that wanted me and somehow I being responsible for her being that way.

I could elaborate a bit more on the subject, but I'd rather start from where most people start a story, the beginning, so I'll just rewind time a bit and go back to that fateful day when my life began to take 

I am seventeen years old, homeless, pretty much jobless, I had slightly tanned skin and a body with not a gram of fat, rather well trained by the years of being beaten up and running away; I had green eyes and short black hair that had not seen a comb in three years, with a ragged white T-shirt that had not been washed in two, an old set of jeans that had not been taken off for a week, and brand new sneakers I had found about three days ago, exactly my size too, quite the life for a teenager if you ask me.

My real name is Jacob, but I use Jake to avoid trouble, and Johnny when I meet people who I don't want ever to meet again, as well Jerry for those who I feel sorry for, and lastly John when I'm in front of a pretty girl; and tonight my name was Johnny, and once more, I was running for my pitiful short life.

It was dark, and I panted for air as I found myself making a tight turn as my pursuers had just opened fire, again; the bullets passed through where I had been seconds before, again; the guys cursed out loud as they missed, again; and I prayed to God my luck could keep up, again.

I continued down this new alley and soon found another corner to take, and without doubting a second, leaped to a side, already expecting more bullets to hit the wall I had been headed towards, though there was no BANG, there was the voices of the four large men that were dressed in black, still hot on my tail.

Trashcans, old door frames, used furniture, trash in its most glorious of forms, I kicked them as I went, made them fall down, covering slightly the alley, slowing my pursuers just a bit, but just enough for me to get more and more of a lead on them; -C'mon!- I mentally screamed as I took yet another corner, in an attempt to find some way to finally loose my pursuers.

Yet my luck had ran out that very instant, as I found myself at a dead end.

But dead ends were my specialty, I looked up, and found a fire escape ladder no less than twelve feet above my head, I grinned, this was what I had been looking for.

Without hesitating, I ran toward the wall opposite to the ladder, and as I leaped, pressed my right foot against it and used it as a stepping stone to jump in the opposite direction, making me soar toward the ladder, which I miraculously grabbed with my hands; without loosing a second to think or recover some air, I pulled myself up with just my arms, and made it to the ladder, which I continued climbing upward until I heard my pursuers turn the corner, then I froze.

"What the...!?" they said, finding themselves with the exact same dead end. "Where the heck did he go!?" the looked around, and then up, I thanked the fact that it was very late at night, and there wasn't enough light for any of them to see my shadow three stories above their heads. "The ladder?"

"He couldn't have." claimed the second, and I thanked God for creating idiots like him. "It's twelve feet high, he was just a brat."

"Then this way!" ordered the third as they continued down the other alley.

"Just a brat..." I laughed a bit, though low enough to not be heard. "I'm 5 foot six for your info, you big duffus." I looked around for a moment as I sat on the metal steps, thinking on what to do. "Um... lost the money, they know where I used to hide, and they know my face..." I sighed as I looked above, the stairs would go only three more floors before they stopped, not so far from the roof. "I guess I'm back to square one, get out of the city and look for some other guy to rob."

I began to slowly head up the steps, making sure not to make any noise, the last thing I wanted was a neighbor calling me a thief and shooting me down right after I had escaped the thugs.

I easily made it to the roof, nearly my whole life learning how to move through the city like no one else surely paid off, specially when I had to run away or sneak around.

Staring at my surroundings, I found this rooftop to be completely flat, of about forty feet in length and width, with no kind of decoration, alarm system nor signs of it having ever been used for anything aside for the casual looking TV antenna at a corner; I thanked my luck as I had found the place I could sleep for the night.

I curled up in a corner, where no one who came up there could see me by accident, closed my eyes, and within minutes fell asleep, completely oblivious to the sound of cars and people, honking their horns and cursing their neighbors; it's something you eventually get used to when living on the streets.

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I don't know very well how to write the sound of a helicopter, but that's pretty much what I was listening at that moment.

I opened my eyes startled as I felt a sudden strong gush of wind hitting my face; for a moment the sunlight was enough to blind me, but soon I could see what was happening.

To my own shock, there was a helicopter landing on the rooftop where I had been sleeping, though far enough for me to still be hidden.

"What the fuck?" I muttered to myself, seemingly, the place where I had chosen to take a nap was now a high danger zone, which basically meant I would hide until someone caught me, then I would just run like hell.

I stared in awe as the device slowly landed and turned off its rottors, which came to an eventual halt; the flying vehicle was painted pitch black, and all its windows were tainted as well, making it impossible to tell what or who was inside; however, the doors soon opened, and three people came down.

Two of them had guns on their hands, seemingly ready to use them, both of 'em were almost as large as the two thugs I had avoided a couple of hours ago; the third one of the group was a young man, perhaps my age, I wasn't really sure, he had short blond hair and skin so pale he seemed to have never seen sunlight before, he wore a white sweat shirt and light gray sweat pants; though he had both hands tied together by cuffs, he was carrying a small metallic briefcase with both of his hands, and he seemed all but afraid, almost defiant if I might add.

"Move it." said one of the thugs as he pointed the gun at the boy, the other thug took the lead.

"How dare you!" the boy shouted in response, he seemed really pissed considering he had a gun pointed at his face and all. "My father will make you pay for this, he has enough money to make you vanish and no one would..." he received a punch on the chest, knocking him down for a moment; -Now that's an interesting story- I grinned to myself, perhaps this could become a profitable day.

"I said move it." the man insisted, and the boy began to walk toward the only door in the rooftop.

As they gave their back to me, my brain began to move at full speed, this was a chance I could not let slip by, if it went well, I could easily end up living in a house!, well, if it went bad I would end up at the bottom of the bay, but that was the usual, so I didn't pay much attention to the possible torture and death part and kept myself to the big reward for saving rich ass son part.

I moved at a speed many would envy, keeping myself low and not making a sound, I went straight to the back of the first thug; silent as a cat, fast as a cheetah, stealthy as a ninja... that is, until my foot kicked a small pebble that flew toward the back of the head of the nearest thug, which made him turn around just a second before I leaped toward him.

"Hey...!" I'm pretty sure he'd have continued saying something, but my knee clogged his mouth, all the while making a couple of his teeth fly away as his nose snapped, perhaps that night he'd get something from the tooth fairy.

Without letting go of my momentum, I managed to take the gun out from the half dead guy's hands, and continued past the boy toward the second one, who was turning around to see what was going on two seconds too late; aiming the gun the same way I had learned the hard way, I shot him on his right arm, he dropped his gun; and before he'd even get the chance to do anything, I gave two more shots, one to the other arm, and a third one to the left leg, just to make sure he couldn't go after me.

"What the...?" the boy seemed as confused as anyone would have been after seeing what was going on, but I didn't give him a chance to even ask as I grabbed him by the cuffs and forced him toward the side of the building where the fire exit was, I dropped the gun on the way, it would only be a hindrance as I had nowhere to put it. "Who are you!?" the boy finally shouted.

"I'm your guardian angel kid." I grinned back at him as I stepped on the edge, six feet above the fire escape. "And I'm gonna be a lot more expensive if you don't move your ass and help us get out of here before more guys with guns come." I stared at him for a second then at the door where they had been headed. "There are more guys with guns, right?"

"And worse." he muttered as he chose not to resist. "What's your plan?"

"Going down?" I said as I pulled him to the edge and jumped, forcing him to land besides me; it was just six or seven feet, but he landed pretty badly and collapsed to a side, I had to help him up. "Have you ever jumped before?"

"Of course not, you freaking...!" he was going through words I even knew backwards, however, I covered his mouth as I heard a door opening.

"What happened here?" I heard a man claim, I made sure to stare at the boy and put a finger on my lips, signaling him to keep his pie hole shut, he nodded. "Look for them, they can't be far!" I then pointed down the stairs, and he nodded again, we both began to slowly go down until...

"They're here, at the fire escape!" I looked up just in time to see a head looking down at me; -No pain, no gain- I thought to myself as me and my new found hostage began to run our way down, while two or three of those suited men began to get on the top of the emergency ladders. "Don't shoot! you might hurt the boy!"

"So much for stealth." I muttered as we reached the bottom with a good minute head start from the guys with guns, I was feeling bad for not having brought the gun with me.

"How do you expect me to...?" the boy began to ask as I didn't even stop to answer, I grabbed him by the waist (he was surprisingly light) and hold on to the ladder as I kicked the safety lock, making it go all the way down in just a couple of seconds.

"Shut it and move it." I said as I now pulled him into the alleys I almost knew by heart. "I don't want to end up with a new asshole."

It was a rather awkward race; on the red team, they had three oversized monkeys with guns, which moved pretty much like a limping gorilla as they tried to take a good aim to my head, yet dared not to shoot; and on the blue team, there was me, someone who would have outran them ages ago, and the boy I was taking with me, someone who seemed to be fainting in fatigue by just running twelve feet, the odds weren't on our side.

BANG BANG BANG

I'm not sure what made them rethink the whole *Don't shoot the kid* part, but they were now opening fire on us, and it wasn't going to be easy to escape having...

I turned around as I saw the kid stumble down and fall face forward to the ground; for a glimpse of a second I didn't know why he had done this, however, I soon saw a neat red hole on his jacket, and the blood stain was spreading around it, fast.

"Oh shit!" I said, seeing my only possible income of money most probably dying; without thinking it twice, I lifted him up (he was amazingly light for someone who was dying) and began to run, curiously enough, I was actually covering more ground with that kid on my back than when I had been pulling him.


Twelve exhausting minutes latter, we had lost our pursuers; I had hidden the boy and myself within the sewer system, it wasn't clean, it didn't smell good, and it wasn't a good place were I should take someone with a bullet hole on their side, however, it was the only place I could find while running away from those mafia guys.

"You ok?" I was actually expecting him to not answer, but he grunted as he turned his face and looked at me for a second.

"Of course not, you moron." I was rethinking the whole idea of leaving him back with the thugs. "I've got a bullet on my side!" he coughed for a moment, seemingly in pain.

"Sorry, I can't help you with that." I said, seeing as the bleeding wasn't lessening. "I know someone who could, but he's at the other end of the city, I'm guessing you'd be dead before then."

"I was expecting as much." I must admit, the kid had guts; even when dying, he had a sense of irony. "But there's a way..." he looked at the tiny briefcase and sighed. "But I'll need your help."

"Ok... what do I do?" I asked out of curiosity.

"First of all, sit me." he demanded, and I helped him lay his back against a rather filthy looking wall, but he didn't complain, rather, he placed the briefcase on his legs and pressed his right palm on top of it, which was almost as big as the briefcase. "Project alpha three four three eight." he said, and with a dim white glow, it opened; inside, there were two objects, one was a blue pill, and the other one was some sort of metallic bracelet; the boy turned toward me and gave me the bracelet. "Put it on." he said.

"What does it do?" I asked.

"Put it on." he repeated. "Or I'll die."

"Fine..." I sighed and placed the object around my wrist, it was about two inches long as thin as my thumb and wide enough for me to comfortably put it on; yet the moment I had placed it on my arm, it suddenly shrunk to become small enough to make it impossible for me to take it off. "What the...!?"

"Ok, now listen to what I'll say carefully." the kid took the blue pill. "Once I swallow this, I'll change into a..." he paused. "I'm not sure into what, however, my mind will be fused with a new consciousness, creating a new personality." he stared at me with a rather strong glare. "Once it's over you must never, ever let them catch either of us, or the consequences will shake the planet." with that said, he put the blue pill on his mouth and swallowed hard.

"Not that I'm against the avoid being caught part, but what did you mean by...?" I started to ask, but I was cut short as the thing on my wrist suddenly began to vibrate, and things started to turn painful.

I ignored completely whatever was going on with the boy, the pain coming from the bracelet was more than enough to distract me; it felt as if it were burning itself into my skin, in fact, I'm pretty sure that's what was going on, as I saw in shock as bit by bit, the thick bracelet began to thin down into my wrist, until it was no more than a patch of skin with a silvery color.

"What the hell was that!?" I demanded, feeling my left hand go numb as the patch of silver skin began to spread toward it, covering it completely, making it seem as if I had some sort of glove put on, the sensation wasn't pleasant by the least.

As the pain subsided and the ringing in my head dissolved away, I watched my hand for a couple of seconds, it was completely covered in a silver skin, and it had a rather metallic shine, it was so perfect I could actually see my stunned face in it.

"Ugh...!" I heard a complain and turned around to see what was happening to the boy, and surely enough, I noticed he was changing, slowly, but changing.

The transformation took place throughout a half hour, so to speed things up, I'll make it rather brief.

His blond hair lengthened as it lost color and became a pure white, continuing its way down till it was halfway down his back; his frame shrunk, yet his size grew a bit taller, as if maturing slightly; his arms thinned and his fingers became slightly longer and more delicate in proportion to the hand, his head snapped and cracked as it took a new form, reshaping as his features became fairer and more beautiful, it actually took me some time to realize it was a woman's face, with a smaller nose, lips more plump and inviting and an expression more feminine and beautiful; his voice rose in pitch as it became softer and somewhat smoother, his neck lost muscle and became thinner as well; his legs lengthened in proportion to the body as they lost muscle and fat, being reshaped into one with a more feminine appearance as his feet shrunk a bit and took a more delicate appearance.

Up to this points, most of the changes had been quite subtle and hard to notice as they were rather slow (remember, half an hour), however, once these changes had taken place, I began to notice the not so subtle curves he was developing, his breasts growing by every passing minute, passing from a small A cup (I guess it was A, I've heard somewhere it worked that way) to continue to a normal B, and not stop expanding as it became a rather fondable C cup, and perhaps even a very sensual and round D (past this point I'm not sure), expanding the sweatshirt to limits it could barely withstand; his waist thinned as his hips suddenly snapped outwards (yes, snap, as if they had been broken) his ass developing into something as sensual as his breasts, causing her pants to tense up in the area around her waist; the girl (for I guess by now she was) let out a short rather arousing moan as the final changes took place, subtly making a couple extra adjustments throughout the body, though my main focus was in her torso.

Once the changes had ended, the cute beauty seemed to fall unconscious, as she had her long eyelashed eyes closed, and I couldn't avoid but wonder what was going on; one moment, I had a young teenage boy (perhaps sixteen at most) and the next, he had turned into a rather beautiful woman (I'd say around her late teens, perhaps eighteen) who was sleeping against the wall in a sewer.



Time passed by, and I noticed she slowly woke up; with a rather blank expression at first, she looked around and then saw me, then she opened her deep green eyes broadly as she saw my left hand; moving fast, she stood up, made a short leap toward me and knelt right in front of me, lowering her head slightly.

"I am very sorry Master." she muttered, I couldn't avoid but notice her voice made me feel soothed and calm, as it was almost like listening to a breeze or a flowing river. "I did not know you were so..." she paused as she shook her head and stood up, then let go of a sigh as she looked around. "That was close."

"Excuse me?" I said, trying to make out any sense of logic out of the situation.

"Good thing I kept most of my memories, any more and I'd have..." she looked at me and blushed for a second, then looked away. "My guess is you don't have a clue as to what's going on."

"Yep, that's close enough." I answered. "Would you mind explaining?"

"Well, to put it in terms simple enough for you to understand..." she sighed as she sat on her perfectly round ass and stared at me. "I've turned into a generator and you into the controller."

"Not really helpful." I said, real sure his words had confused me even more.

"Your hand." she pointed at my left hand. "The bracelet triggered a change within you, it is high level technology of nanites; I could blabber on and on as to how they work, but to put it simple, your body would be now something similar to a large conduct for energy." she then pointed at herself. "And the changes on my body caused me to turn into a very powerful generator." she snapped her fingers, and sparks flew into the air. "But I don't have any control over it whatsoever, so you, the Master..." she shook hear head and cursed under her tone. "Damn." she then stared at me. "What's your name?"

"Jacob?" I said, forgetting completely what fake name I should have used.

"Ok Jacob, my name is..." she froze, and for a moment her expression revealed shock and fear. "My name is..." she seemed to try and remember. "What was my name?" this wasn't making any sense to me, but I was just watching; she turned her head toward me and repeated. "What is my name?"

"Let's leave it a Kat." I said. "Now would you mind explaining what's going on?"

"Kat." she seemed oblivious to my words. "Kat." she repeated as if tasting the name, I noticed her eyes were taking an intense violet color. "Kat." she repeated, and then stared at me with eyes of such an deep color they seemed to irradiate energy. "Kat." she smiled broadly, somehow, I felt like smiling too. "My name is Kat." she said, as confusing as it was, I chose to remain on the spot and wait and see what would happen next, to my surprise, she leaped in my direction and hugged me rather tightly, her breasts squeezing against my chest, making me feel more aroused I had ever been in my whole life. "Master gave me a name!" she seemed really happy for some reason, and I wondered what happened to the cocky attitude from seconds ago.

"Um... Kat?" I said, and she stopped hugging as she separated enough to look at me in the face, there was something in her expression that seemed curious yet really happy at the same time. "Could you tell me what's going on?"

"I took over." she smiled broadly. "Mean boy is no more, I'm in control." she would have jumped at me again, but I placed my hands as if to stop her, so she didn't.

"Not that." I said as I shook my head. "Well, not only that." I stared at her wrists and realized the cuffs had vanished, but I ignored this as I tried to make a coherent mental question. "I mean everything, what's going on here?" I pointed at her. "How come you turned into a girl?, what's up with the silver hand?, why were you kidnapped...?" the list went on and on, but Kat got closer and placed a finger on my lips, making me go silent for a moment.

"I am Kat." she pointed at herself. "Codename *Generator*, my main function is to create energy and serve Master, codename *Conductor*." she pointed at me. "If Master uses me correctly, he can take control of the energy created by my body and guide it; this weapon was codenamed *Bolt*." for some reason, her broad grin seemed to vanish as it became a slightly serious face. "No piece of *Bolt* must be acquired by anyone, *Bolt* is to remain out of the hands of any governmental or terrorist organization, main objective of *Bolt* is to acquire all four *Generators* and destroy the group named *Omega* who's main objective is to capture and disassemble *Bolt*, something that would cause the death of all its components."

"Weapon?, Bolt?, Omega?" I was getting more and more confused. "You're telling me we're some sort of walking superheroes and that there's some group called Omega that wants us dead because of it?"

"That would be correct." she said, her serious expression was replaced once more with the broad grin. "Though the term superhero is incorrect, as you have no powers whatsoever; unless you have a Generator nearby, in this case me." she leaned closer once more, as she stretched out her thin and soft arms and held my head by both sides, as if avoiding escape. "Please allow Kat to initiate resonance..." she leaned in closer, closing her eyes as she pulled me into the hottest kiss (and only one) I had experienced in my entire life, her hands wrapping around me as I felt a warm sensation spreading through my body, it was like nothing I had felt before; Kat pulled away and looked with her deep purple eyes into my own. "Take good care of me, Master."

Perhaps this was going to be an interesting after all?