First TF in ages! Sorry for suddenly disappearing after so long. A ton has happened since then and I've been wanting to focus more on my work and family. But, you know what, I'd like to get back to these every once in a while and since last time, I've really got some good ones here. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it. It's good to be back!

Lita had always been envious of the royal lifestyle in her kingdom. Being the middle child of her family, she felt like she never had enough attention or love that her older and younger siblings got given to her. However, if you were a member of the royal family, you would gain the same amount of love and then some public praise as well. But at the same time, she didn't always crave attention. Sometimes, she wish she could just run around free with no responsibilities or worries whatsoever, envying the stray cats that would wander alleyways and look up gracefully despite their state. That's the life Lita wanted: one of being noticed, while also feeling free at the same time.

Then it occurred to her that there was an ancient relic in her kingdom's temple that could do just that. A set of armor worn by the town's warrior who was a proud member of royalty, but would also mingle with the lower-class folk. That could be the key that Lita was looking for. So one night, she snuck into the temple alone and found the armor on a pedestal like it was some hailed art piece. Curious to see if the armor would give her what she desired, she tried it on.

At first, she didn't really feel anything from the set (moreso the cold coming from the untouched metal), but then a beautiful feeling ran down her spine. And before she knew it, her silver hair started to fall from her head. Her skin started to wrinkle, and at the same time still retained its smoothness. Her hands and feet started to transition into paws (with claws growing out from her fingernails), that tingly, but comforting feeling in her spine started to expand into a long tail, and her face was starting to develop a more feline presence.

She then put two and two together: the ancient warrior was in fact, a hairless sphynx cat. The feline breed was well-regarded and respected in her town because they believed that they were resurrections of loved ones, or even their benevolent gods taking a disguised form. Lita finally got what she was looking for. It was a form that she could truly go for.