She turned her back to him, her face feverish in shame, as she stripped off her dirty clothes. She wiggled into a tiny thong made of a velvety sort of short fur and stepped into the scandalously short shorts, trying to figure out where to hide the little tail that was sewn into the back of the thong. She sighed and continued to dress. The top half of the "kitty" outfit was a pair of tiny triangles on some strings, made of the same fur, that barely covered her areolas as she tied the bikini top around her breasts. Her piercings stood out very clearly, and were only hidden slightly more when she squeezed into the t-shirt, which was so small it threatened to shred at the seams.<br/><br/>She didn't have any other shoes or socks, so had no choice but to put her knee-high boots on again. She rushed to clip two fuzzy little ears in her touseled hair. She knew she looked like she'd spent the night fucking, but at the moment she didn't care. All she cared about was getting away from this crazy man. She turned slowly, blushing so hard she couldn't even look at him.