Feline Figurine - Monthly Vote (Tg/Object)

"Where did this come from?" I mumbled as I found a small sculpture of a beach lying atop my desk. It showed a bright blue sea bordering a sandy outcropping with marine wrack on its surface. The piece was masterfully crafted, but it had an unnerving air to it, something beyond my conscious observation like when you can feel someone looking at you. Nervously, I went to move the disc, unaware that this action would be my last as my free will was soon to be stripped from my body along with my dignity.

The moment I touched the object, a shock of energy pierced my body causing my muscles to freeze as if I was a statue. I tried to move as panic set in but I was unable to do anything but keep staring at the beach. My peripheral vision started to move, my computer and bed growing larger as time went on, no, I was getting smaller! The disc grew in size as my body was forced into the center of it until I stood a mere foot high, but the object was not done with me.

I watched in my bedroom mirror as my clothes melted from my body into a slurry. They were alive with movement as they grew darker before slithering back up my body, wrapping around my groin and chest to form a frilly black bikini that was more cute than sexy and heeled sandals that matched my new attire. My hair, once a deep chestnut, began to bleach itself to a blonde that harbored a hint of red as it grew and braided itself into a feminine style. A pain on the top of my scalp surfaced as two bumps sprouted from my skull into what was unmistakably cat ears.

Still unable to move, I was forced to witness my body slim as any and all body hair shed from my smoothing skin. The bikini, once strange on my masculine body, started to look more appropriate as my waist caved inwards and my hips widened. My ass grew with fat, packing on pounds and stretching the bottoms taut with enviable flesh. My chest started to burble as the bikini top started to strain against my growing breasts. I wanted nothing more than to move, to leave this cursed beach but it had stripped me of all autonomy and sense of familiarity as I felt my sex slip into my widened pelvis to better suit the bikini.

I was forced into a squat, my ass sticking out to remind me of its now unmasculine roundness. My elbows were forced onto my thick thighs to support my cutesy face which showed a pout that was nowhere near as scared as I actually was. A shiny coat of what I could only assume was plastic formed over my body, sealing me into this form, promising to never let me decay. In a matter of seconds, I had been reduced from a tall, prideful man into a bikini-clad catgirl figurine by an unknown force and I was forced to stare at my new reality until someone found me. Once I was discovered, I was surely to not be recognized as being ensouled and probably would be sold off to the highest bidder.