My lies there patiently, minute after minute, a soft whimper almost escaping her lips until she hears Yuri's door open, and her feather soft footfalls coming down the hall.  She lets out a soft purr as her lover speaks, the smile on her lips growing wide at her reaction to the dress.  She relaxes her body completely, remaining unmoving as she feels Yuri lift her leg and hears the jingle.  Somehow she knows what it is, and barely curtails her excitement, understanding now why she could not find the anklet that morning.<br/><br/>Not a shudder nor a delightful whimper is uttered as Yuri straddles her form and leans down to flick her tongue over My's lips.  She overcomes the strong desire to return her lover's affectionate teasing, barely containing herself as she feels the silk wrap around her neck and the soft jingle of a bell.  At Yuri's words that she could move and open her eyes, she twitches her foot and lifts the leg to peer at the anklet, then quickly glancing up at her lover and the mirror.  Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the choker, reaching up to gently flick a finger against the bell.  Her mouth opens in a soft gasp, her eyes moving from the mirror to Yuri's face, "I love them Yuri.. they're wonderful..."  Tears form in her eyes, and she rolls her lips between her teeth for a span of a breath, before she opens her mouth again, "I LOVE you Yuria of the Silverblood, lover of your were-kitten..."<br/><br/>She smiles again at Yuria's request and slips her legs from the couch to stand.  Inside, she prays the gypsy got the cuts<em>just right</em>as she shifts to her hybrid form, growing mostly in height to half again as tall.  The cut of the dress was perfect, shifting along her fur, her breasts pressed more firmly against the fabric, the apex of the bottom angle barely covering the apex of her legs, though is she shifted much, her lower half would be in full view.  She gives her body a shake, the twin bells jingling, and she lets out a deep purr as she looks at her lover.