The sobs had long since ended, and Lisle looked almost drugged with the scent of oils and the heat of the water.  She still didn't look<em>happy</em>, but she was far from the hysterics that had come earlier, and the distant, slow-blinking stare had nothing to do with looking back to a different life.  Now, she truly looked like the half-truth she had told earlier, overwhelmed by the paces that her new body had been put through.  In the sparse hours since she had awakened in Gerlinde's apartment, she had been stretched, flushed, driven to the limits of pleasure and humiliation, and relentlessly tutored in the 'proper' behavior of a cat.  Only the briefest of respites had allowed her to contemplate the limitations of her new form, and the bridgeless gulf that now separated her from 'normalcy'.<br/><br/>More time would allow her to reflect on that, to realize that there was still more to come.  There had been talk of ears and a tail, but those were both very distant from the 'now' of being warm and clean.