(Caption) Punishment For Bad Kitty

He quietly pushed open his sister's bedroom door, still feeling pleased with his own plan. The party dress was hidden under his arm, the catgirl outfit folded neatly. He had barely taken a step inside when the light suddenly turned on.

"Caught you," his sister's voice came from behind.

Almost at the same time, people peeked out from the wardrobe, under the bed, and behind the curtains, their smiles completely undisguised. "We've been waiting for you," someone added. He froze in place. Before he could even explain himself, he was guided to the center of the room.

When he was pressed down onto the soft carpet, he tried to protest in a small voice. "W-wait… I was just joking—"

"So are we," his sister replied lightly.

They started with his face. His sister lifted his chin. "Don't move." Foundation was patted on carefully, warmth passing from her fingertips. He blinked nervously. "Isn't this… a bit much?"

"Relax, it suits you," someone said with a laugh.

Blush softened his features, eyeshadow was blended in gentle layers. When mascara brushed his lashes, he sucked in a breath. "That tickles…"

"Hold still," his sister said. "Almost done." The final touch was lip gloss. She stepped back to look. "Yes, that's it."

The hair took even more time. Before the wig went on, they carefully flattened and secured his own hair. "Head down." The hairnet was fixed in place, then the wig settled over it, pink strands spilling over his shoulders and back. His sister patiently combed through it, strand by strand. "Part it a little more here."

"The ears should be like this—cuter," someone said, adjusting their angle.

"Do I really look that strange?" he whispered.

"You look very obedient right now," came the answer, leaving him speechless.

By the time they started dressing him, his voice was already trembling with tears. "Please, don't…"

"It's just clothes," his sister said calmly. Lace underwear and the padded bust were adjusted until they sat just right, then the catgirl dress was pulled down over his shoulders. The ribbons at the back were drawn tight and tied. "Stand up straight," someone reminded him.

The stockings were drawn up his legs, ribbons wound neatly around his ankles. "Don't move." When the tail was fixed in place, they nodded in satisfaction.

The mirror was pushed in front of him.

"Look," his sister said.

He froze. At that moment, the way he was referred to quietly changed. In the mirror, she sat on the carpet, brown hair spread out, cat ears perked up, the skirt fanned naturally around her. Her eyes were still wet with tears, but the makeup made her look soft and helpless.

Smiling, his sister tied a symbolic ribbon around her wrists. "Be a good little kitty for the next few days."

She sniffed and replied in a small voice, "…I understand."

Soon the room grew quiet again. She remained there on the carpet, her tail lightly brushing the floor. The sense of grievance lingered, but she had no choice but to accept that there was no escaping this "punishment."