Two girls came back to the table, just then.  The catgirl and...<em>her!</em>The one I had been chasing all this time.  The latter sat, taking a cup of tea, and then started speaking.  Maybe it was just still adjusting to something, or more I hoped it was just because everything was out of whack right now with me, but her Oxford accent sent a shiver down my back all the way to the tip of my new tail.  "Only when they decide to run away from me without a so much as 'sorry, must run,'" I managed out without a noticeable shiver to my...my voice!<br/><br/>A hand went to my neck immediately, and gently prodded with the flat edge of my hand.  No hard lump there...I looked at Steamdress, realizing I was probably looking horrified, not at what I had said to her, mind you, but at the realization of what had happened to me.  "I think I already know, but I must know for sure...I'm a girl, aren't I?"