Not The Cat You Think I Am... (PAFP, FxF)

I didn't argue as she took off the collar, but the fact that she wanted to change my name made me pause. On the one hand, I would have preferred to keep my own name, but Charlotte wasn't bad. Also, as a bonus, it was an extra layer of protection from being recognized.
I nodded, then hopped onto the floor and trotted over, sniffing the chicken appreciatively.

I scarfed the chicken down as fast as possible, then rubbed against her leg, purring. Might as well play up the "stray cat" thing.

[What about we skip a few months to when shes able to change back? Say, 3-6 months.]

[Cool.]
Four months had passed since I found myself in this home. Four months? Six months? I'm not sure. Time seemed to move differently. Such a long period of time being a cat had distorted my perception. I certainly acted more like a cat.
Then, one day, I opened my eyes and knew, instinctively, I could change back. It was just something I was born with. I knew that my Aura had fleshed out enough for me to change.
But where to change? The human was out. With luck, I could change back, grab a change of clothes to wear until I got somewhere that I could access my bank account. Then I'd drop back here to return her clothes and enough money to compensate for my stay and to keep quiet.
What I hadn't bargained for was the effect my stay as a cat would have on my human half.
I had changed back in her bedroom. As soon as I changed, I started feeling awkward. I knew, in the back of my head, that I should be standing up, but I couldn't stand for more then a couple of minutes. There I was, nude, half-crawling half-walking over to the closet. If I could just grab something that was old, that looked like she might be getting rid of it, so it wouldn't result in her freaking out.
Then I heard a door slam and froze.
F***.

[Ha, sure.]

Whatever was going to happen next, I really didn't want to face it naked. I grabbed the first thing I saw - a giant t-shirt that reached below my knees, and yanked it on. Then I hid in the closet. Best case scenario, I wouldn't get caught and I could proceed with my plans.

I'd curled myself in a little ball to try to hide, but I guess I got caught anyway. "Please don't hit me!" I shouted, scared, backing away as much as I could. "I...its me...Charlotte..." I looked down. "Please don't rat me out," I whispered. I don't know what I would do i she recognized me. She'd ship me back in the blink of an eye for the reward. Then I'd be grounded for the rest of my life. Ugh...

I looked down. Well, at least she didn't recognize me. "Well, not exactly a criminal..." I mumbled. "Just a runaway..." I tried to figure out how to answer her first question. Then I thought of the answer. "As for how I'm the cat Charlotte..." Quickly, in order to conserve energy, I flickered into my cat form, then changed back. Immediately, I felt weary, but I fought sleep.

Crap. What was I going to do now?
With more than a little effort, I dragged her out of the bedroom, managing to mostly get her onto the couch. Then, half-walking, half-crawling, I got a cup of cold water from the kitchen. I made my way back...
And splashed it on her face. "Wake up!" I hissed in her ear. She had just fainted, right? It wasn't anything really bad, right?
I didn't know.

"I've never really known," I answered truthfully, "Technically my name is Sophronia, but Sophie is whats more commonly used. Soap was just a nickname." Sighing, I dropped to sit cross-legged on the floor. "I thought if I changed into my cat form, it would help avoid me being caught, but it worked a little too well. I'd been in that form for two months when you found me, and my Aura was so drained I couldn't change back. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused. I promise I'll leave as soon as I can and get money to pay you back for everything."

I looked at her, curious now. "You mean you're not gonna tell my parents where I am? They're offering an awful lot of money, after all." I hated to play devil's advocate, but I had to know. "That girl on all those lost posters? Thats me. You don't want to turn me in?"

"Um...yes?" I had a feeling she wouldn't understand my reasons for running away. It wasn't like my parents beat me or something. They were just so...strict and smothering. "I guess I can stay..."