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The small chime sounded twice, to tell Sige that he had a gig. The kitty read through the brief again, just to be sure it still made sense; two to eight days, thought sharing, speech overlay. Nice area of town. Someone really wanted to be him for a while, and that brought out the purrs.

The grey and blue striped housecat started up his machinery, with its rows of lights and displays blinking on one by one. All of his gear took up half the apartment, easily, but it was his livelihood and his passion. Being a catsuit cat took time, commitment, and an innate sense to let him read between the lines of a request for hire. More than that, it meant owning his choice to put his whole self in someone else's hands and mean it, wholly and solely, whatever it led to.

Sige stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. Sprays turned on after a few moments, covering him from ears to feet-paws in a silky fluid that began to mix and melt into his fur. Warmth sank inwards from his hide, followed by a refreshing coolness that made him shiver right down his back. The kitty was treacle, for a moment; sluggish arms and legs, heartbeat rushing in his ears, a gentle shudder as technology took over where organic processes left off. Then, it was time to slide deeper into the machine, where rollers would stretch and squeeze, flatten and knead, restore him to his rubbery self. To Sige it was an impossible massage, a rush of disjointed sensation that was difficult to follow when he was there, but in practice it was rejuvenation; the kitty felt good as new afterwards.

Trickling through the rollers and weights, he was rubbery latex goo. More would be added, he would be folded and worked and stretched until all of him was even, soft and shimmery. Next came the modelling, stretched out and pulled down over a rough shape of his own self, with pressure above and below to tug and mould him back into his shiny grey cat-shape. Firm handles were sited and melted in place, down around where his hips would be. A spot of warmth grew at the small of his back, before a mechanical rod stretched his rubber outwards to form a wide, hollow tail.

Awareness of his surroundings gently returned, as though he was waking up. Sige could see and hear once again. The cat's nose filled with the fresh scents of rubber and paint, as a thin coat of pale white-grey rubber was sprayed over arms and legs, and the tip of his tail. Vibrant blue stripes were thickly brushed along his limbs and tail, over tufts of hair, and across his face. Robotic arms detailed the features of squeaky ears and blue eyes, added fine slinky whiskers, and fastened chunky blue bracelets and anklets into place. A zipper was pressed and fixed into place from legs up to his neck, with a little bell to make the clasp less obvious. Pink pads pushed against his digits, white rubbery claws topped off each one. His collar went on last, and all was as it ought to be.

Time passed, as his machine dried and polished him to a warm shine. There hadn't been any need to move, and the catsuit couldn't anyway - not until he was taken off his mannequin model and his zip pulled up, at which point he could stretch and step out of his machine, letting out needful purrs he'd built up over his change. Sige did so love his work.

Little beeps kept him aware of the time, as it was so easy to just drift and lose track as a catsuit cat. No, first he'd need to deliver himself, and from then he'd be busy doing whatever his new friend felt like doing. There was always the temptation to be picked up, but there was a different pleasure in being out and about for a while as a suit first.

No clothes, no possessions, nothing but him - the brief would have said if he needed to be discreet. His door opened, his display showed the way, and off he went.

"I think I was expecting a parcel. Like, a suit in a box," said the tiger-fox. It was already dark outside, but the streetlights made Sige's rubbery hide shine brightly, even so far away from them.

"Then you must be my new friend, Colin," said the catsuit cat. "Should we get started?"

"Definitely. I know I said up to eight days... but, you free for longer?" The tox seemed eager, getting down to this conversation on the doorstep.

"I've a booking in three weeks. But invite me in, and let's see how we do," said the catsuit, smiling.

It was good to get away from things for a while, said Colin. Feel new, be new. Different look, different voice, and a few stray feline impulses; it'd make for a fun weekend, and perhaps longer. Sige had the tox hold onto the scruff of his neck and pull open his bell-zipper, at which point the catsuit lost movement with a soft rubbery squeak; now he was just a suit, ready for his friend to wear.

The inside of Sige wasn't a mirror of the outside, being softly lined with dark grey fuzz and striped patches of blue. Colin placed one leg in after the other, feeling the housecatsuit stretch at the legs and feel snug around his feet. His tail was next, fidgeting its way into the hollow tail-tube as much as it could. Arms were next, each tigery finger finding a housecat finger to slide into. Through the paws of the suit, the tox stretched both collar and neck, and wiggled his head into the open space until he was all in, just leaving the zip to do.

The zip came up with a metallic click and a little jingle of the bell. The fur lining on Colin's fur was starting to get warm, but once the catsuit was fastened it started to pull in tightly against the tox's body, making him murmur and fidget and stretch against it. Soon, he couldn't feel fur any more, and the cool air against the catsuit felt much like a breeze over his own skin. An odd metallic taste coated his tongue and the back of his throat, before fading as quickly as it had come on. The catsuit's shiny eyes gave a slight blue pallour to his vision, but that cleared up as the head pressed in tightly against his face.

"Meow?" said Colin, in Sige's voice. "Oh, wow, I sound so- nobody's going to know it's me."

[Well, that's the point], said a quiet little voice in the tox's thoughts. [Kitty voice, kitty thoughts. Be a kitty. I'll leave the rest to you, just think about me if you need me.]

A trip to the mirror was first. Colin enjoyed his new look, pressing at ears and cheeks, swaying his tail to hear and feel the soft squeak of rubber on rubber. His bell jangled and rattled, his handles were solidly anchored to his flanks, his reflection looked ever so shiny and fluid under the light. Perfect.

The night was still young, and there was much for a catsuited cat to explore.

-fin