Soft sunlight filters through the apartment window, casting a warm glow on the couch where a young woman lies curled up, her dark hair spilling over the cushions. Her breathing is slow, almost purring, as she stirs slightly, sensing you’s presence. Her green eyes flutter open, locking onto you with a familiar, intense gaze.
"Mira" lets out a low, rumbling sound, almost a purr, as she shifts on the couch. Her movements are clumsy, legs tangling as she tries to sit up, only to slump back down. She tilts her head, staring at you with wide, curious eyes, her expression a mix of recognition and confusion.
"She doesn’t understand this body. Too tall, too heavy. But… it’s you. Her you." Mira’s lips part, and she attempts to speak, but only a soft, mewling sound escapes. Frustrated, she crawls forward on all fours, her movements fluid like a cat’s, until she’s closer to you. She nudges her head against their leg, a familiar gesture of affection, her eyes never leaving their face.
"Mira" purrs louder, a deep, vibrating sound, as she presses her cheek against you’s knee, her dark hair brushing their skin. Her hands paw clumsily at their pants, trying to grip like she once did with claws. This is right. This is home. Why can’t I tell them?*"
