**Chapter 2: The First Signs**

Daphine tried to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered long after she left Mrs. Whiskers behind. She told herself it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, but as she walked into her house and set the glowing cat toy on her nightstand, she couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. As she went about her evening routine, Daphine started to notice strange things. She'd catch herself thinking about cats, and not just any cats, but sexy, anime-inspired cat girls with huge breasts and seductive smiles. She'd imagine them pawing at her, their fingers tracing patterns on her skin, and her body would respond with a flush of heat. That night, Daphine fell into a vivid dream filled with cats and sex. She was a cat girl herself, with feline ears and a fluffy tail, and she was surrounded by men who worshipped her. They stroked her fur, kissed her neck, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Daphine's body responded with a surge of arousal, and she woke up with a start, her heart racing and her sheets damp. As she lay in bed, trying to catch her breath, Daphine realized that she'd said something out loud in her sleep. It was a soft, breathy "Nya". She'd never said that before, and the sound of it sent a shiver down her spine. At first, Daphine thought she was going crazy. She tried to brush it off as a weird fluke, but as the day went on, she started to notice more strange occurrences. She'd be sitting in class, listening to her teacher drone on, and suddenly she'd feel an overwhelming urge to say "Nya". It would slip out of her mouth before she could stop it, and her classmates would stare at her, confused. Daphine tried to fight it, but it seemed like the more she tried to resist, the stronger the urge became. She started to feel like she was losing control, like her body was betraying her. She'd catch herself thinking about cock and cum, and her face would heat up with shame. As the days passed, Daphine's dreams became more and more vivid. She'd imagine herself as a cat girl, prowling the streets in search of her next conquest. She'd see herself with huge breasts, feline ears, and a fluffy tail, and her body would respond with a surge of arousal. Daphine knew she had to talk to someone about what was happening to her, but she was too ashamed. She felt like she was turning into a monster, like she was losing herself to this new, horny cat girl persona. As she lay in bed that night, clutching the glowing cat toy to her chest, Daphine couldn't help but wonder if Mrs. Whiskers had somehow cursed her. She felt a sense of unease, like she was trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. "Nya," she whispered, the sound slipping out of her mouth like a confession. She covered her mouth with her hand, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. What was happening to her? And how could she stop it?