Chapter 2Fierce Little Feline

The moment the door opened again, I channeled the feeling of hacking up a furball and let out a dramatic, dry heave before collapsing limply into Liam’s arms.

"See? He's completely smashed," Liam said, patting my back a little too hard. "I was just getting him into some clean clothes."

"Then why was he biting you?" one of them asked.

"He..."

Thinking fast, I threw my arms around Liam’s neck. "Bro! The ants... the ants are biting me!" It was true, too. A bunch of ants had bitten my balls just last week.

Liam went with it, wrapping an arm around my waist. "See? He's hallucinating."

His hand felt… nice. I instinctively rubbed my cheek against his chest.

Wait, what was I doing?

Where was my feline dignity?!

I instantly recoiled, forgetting the clumsiness of my new body and slamming backward into the wardrobe with a loud thud.

Someone choked back a laugh. "Liam, your cousin's pretty... lively."

"Tsk. Seen enough? I need to get him changed."

"Okaaay, changing," they chorused, backing out of the room with knowing grins. The last one even closed the door gently for us.

Liam wiped a hand over his face. "What the hell are you?"

I rubbed my bruised head. "A cat."

"...What?"

"A tuxedo cat. Male," I clarified. "You were flicking my balls this afternoon."

"Oreo?!" he shrieked, then reached out and pinched my cheek.

"Are you trying to die?!" I snapped my jaws at him.

"It's really you..." Liam stared, dumbfounded, at the teeth marks on his hand. "This isn't a dream..."

The next second, he grabbed my shoulders. "Listen, I don't care if you're Oreo or some other cookie, you are going to learn how to wear clothes right now." He shook the patterned boxers at me. "Lift your leg."

"No!" I stumbled back. "That thing will squish my butt!"

"Fine, go naked then. Don't blame me when they drag you off to a lab to be dissected."

My courage vanished. "Fine, I'll wear it."

I don't know how long we struggled, but by the time Liam had forced the last piece of clothing on me, I was exhausted and drowsy. "What kind of anti-cat design is this...?"

Liam sighed, a sound of pure defeat. "I can't believe I'm teaching a cat how to get dressed."

"Teaching? Does that mean you'll be responsible for me from now on?"

"What kind of logic is that?! I'm kicking you out of this dorm the second I can. Go wherever you want."

My eyes narrowed. I gracefully climbed back onto his bed. "I like it here."

"Get down!"

"Nope." I wrapped myself tightly in his duvet. "Or I'll tell the whole campus you abuse cats."

"You're a person now, you idiot!"

"But my soul is a cat's."

Suddenly, the booming voice of the dorm supervisor echoed from the hallway. "Liam! I hear you have an unauthorized guest staying overnight!"

We both froze.

In a blur of motion, he yanked me off the bed and shoved me into the wardrobe. "If you make a single sound, you're dead."