And at that announcement, Gerlinde felt a quality stamp itself on all the changes she had wrought in Lisle, on all the reactions of her own body, and on the progress of this transformation:  It was good.<br/><br/>She was not lying to Lisle.  All this was good.<br/><br/>How could it be otherwise, Gerlinde pondered.  She was bathing in eyes like the algae-gowned pools in the Munich public park; letting her icy stare melt there and melt and melt.  The little kitty puss was getting restless - Gerlinde could see it in her soft, shivering movements.  Sweeping her hands over either side of that heart-shaped face, Gerlinde knew pussy puss was not shivering from cold.  She was shivering from heat.<br/><br/>"It is."  Gerlinde affirmed, sitting up.  One thumb hooked on the raised elastic rim of her panties.  An idea resolved itself in her mind, and she stripped her concentration of all other layers - just the blueprint of what she was going to do to Lisle.  With a lift of her bottom and a pull of her hand, she stripped her body of her panties.<br/><br/>They came away from the tip of her penis with a sticky resistance that left its slit feeling somewhat raw.  Good, she thought.  Raw was appropriate.  Gerlinde's grip on Lisle's neck kept the kitty's face in place, fastening her inches away from where her cock and balls and drooling slit revealed.<br/><br/>Gerlinde did not need to look down to see how tumescent her cock was.  She could see that light red hue reflected in Lisle's eyes.  All that size was evident in the shudders that her collaring hand absorbed.  She needed only to wade in that deepening green to see the stiffened lattice of wide veins that crawled up the bulged ten inches of the shaft.  Lisle's eyes stored the silvery and dark stitching of where the top of her slit was widened around the presence of a prostate, rooting the pole of her penis rigid.  It was in Lisle's eyes that Gerlinde saw the glazed rim of her glans' helmet, the curve that had so many fine lines in hidden rows beneath the beating bulb. In Lisle was where Gerlinde saw the underside of her cock, with all its bloated and ready tubing, rising purposefully to the wet top.<br/><br/>In Lisle's nostrils, the smell that emanated in rich, tacky flow from the tiny slit - the smell of her small labia below; the mellow smell creaming from deeper places - was filling.  Gerlinde lifted her hand from Lisle pussy's neck long enough to trace one rapidly flexing nostril.  Picking up that flex, Gerlinde's body pulsed faster.<br/><br/>Everything was getting faster.  And that was Gerlinde's plan.  She would take it slow.  She would keep Lisle harnessed between her legs, literally licking distance from the pearly push of pre-seminal fluid and penis scent.  She would take it slow.  She would let the lesson unfurl on its own.<br/><br/>And to give the conclusion of this lesson leave to reveal itself in turn, Gerlinde began the instruction with a command:<br/><br/>"This is an order:  Do just what your body wants to do."  Gerlinde's stare hardened into another form of injection.  She wanted to fill Lisle with this purpose - the transmitted primal command spoken in rich tones by the musky notes of her bared flesh.  She would let that purpose lead Lisle.  "Do just what your body feels like doing - every movement, every gesture, every sound.  Follow every need.<br/><br/>"That is an order.  Follow them without fear.  Show me how things feel different.  Show me, while I tell you."<br/><br/>And with her bared penis, her simmering pussy, her stare informing Lisle just how things were different, Gerlinde leaned forward.  Both of her hands began running, synchronized and slow, from the base of Lisle's skull down to her bottom.  She began to speak, and her balls bloated with urgent weight with each painfully patient syllable.<br/><br/>"You are a kitty now, Lisle.  You are expected to behave like a kitty."  Gerlinde's eyes widened.  "What does this mean?  Well, you have some idea.  You know how cats behave."<br/><br/>Heels of her hands nuzzling Lisle's jaw as though they were flews before sliding down, Gerlinde spoke seriously.  "They are moody and elegant, sensual and sometimes affectionate.  They are bold.  They take what they want.<br/><br/>"You may wonder," Gerlinde cocked her head.  "How can I do this?  How, when I have human inhibitions and human thoughts?  I will tell you."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's hands could grasp Lisle's bottom now, and did.  They kneaded, enough to move Lisle's hips in the primally familiar motions of humping, of rutting.  "Before, such urges and curiosities were condemnable in a person.  They are not in a kitty.  They are necessary.  Understand more than anything:  The licks of your tongue, the discovery of flesh on flesh, the way a kitten nuzzles with her cheeks to mark what she is discovering, the kneading of her paws, the arch of her hips - these are necessary.  Just as you had to act in a certain way to preserve your dignity as a human, you must act in a certain way to prove you are a good kitty."<br/><br/>Her hands flowed back up, so firm and slow as to tattoo Lisle's flanks, the sides of her breasts, and neck all the way to the lifting of her hair, with lava.  Her eyes ornamented Lisle's with the ornaments of her new purpose.  "Your ego can get in the way in this tender time of transition.  We learn so much to worry about as we grow from children into adults - so many things we must keep in mind if we are to take care of ourselves.  But now, you are to be taken care of.  You have only to be a pleasing pet.<br/><br/>"Take your ego away."  Gerlinde insisted, slicing her hands back down Lisle - below her belly this time, down and down, to touch the tips of her finger to the raw dangle of Lisle's grotesquely elongated clitoris.  As the fingertips neared, they slowed, until they were crawling toward the touch that would come.  "Your ego is good for one function:  To think, what would kitty do, if she was feeling this way?  Would kitty lick?  Shy away?  Plant her paws and knead in asking?  Would she move her hips?  How?<br/><br/>"You have all the answers, Lisle pussy."  Gerlinde purred.  Her fingers met in a trim cage around Lisle's clitoris.  They lingered.  They slid away.  "Your body has all the answers.  It is insisting to you what they are, now that it is different.  Listen.<br/><br/>"Show me."  Gerlinde's balls clamped in conclusion, and her cock raged deeper in stretching from the wide hide of its foreskin, as tight, swollen places below seeped arousal.  "And I will help teach you.  I know you are just discovering a body like mine.  What kitty licks, I will teach you all about."