Omni Ambush

You come back to your room after a long shower to get a stressful day out of your system, when you notice something is off. Your laptop’s not standing on your desk where it should be. You enter the room cautiously, wondering if maybe one of your family has taken it when you notice you’re not alone. Up on the bed you can see a girl, barely above your age, who looks at you joyfully: “Had a nice shower?”
	Startled, you take a step back and want to take another, but somehow can’t get to take another, instead freezing there in the door frame and looking at the girl that’s suddenly appeared in your room, resting your laptop on her lap. She’s only wearing a light bra, leaving not much space for the imagination, showing off her curves and allure while also giving off a very comfortable vibe. You’d probably fall for her had she not just appeared on your bed.
	You ask her who she is, quietly as to not wake anyone, uncertain as you are unsure of just what is going on here. She just smiles and tilts her head slightly: “What do you mean? I’ve been your girlfriend for almost three years now, don’t you remember?”
	You just slowly shake your head, caught in confusion.
	“That’s alright, you like to forget about it,” she says with a slight giggle, “and perhaps... I like it that way too. It’s always so fun to tease you about forgetting it. Or seeing that cute, confused little face of yours. Like all the times I make you wake up as a puppy and have your family only remember you as such, just to change you back after a little breakfast for a good boy like you.”
	She grins, and for some reason what she says sounds vaguely familiar, perhaps not even that far off... and for some reason you suddenly have a lot of trouble remembering what you had for breakfast. A bit of almost aroused panic settles in and you want to walk back from her, but you just can’t seem to bring up the will for it, continuing to stand there. Eventually she sighs a little: “Come here, I’ll show you what I mean. Clearly not up for a lot of arguing tonight are we?”
	You are certainly not going toward her just to have her mess with your head, but you suddenly feel like your moving, your entire body just being drawn to her, no matter what you do. She slowly reels you in with her finger and no matter how much you try to resist, you continue going toward her, pushed forward by an invisible force emanating from her, coming closer and closer. Behind you the door slams shut, but makes no sound, just eerily falling into its lock in complete silence. A wicked grin rests on her cheeks as you are almost within her reach. Slowly, you feel your body bending forward, your head bowing ever closer to her until you rest just in front of her.
	She stretches out her finger to your forehead and with her touch... nothing changes. Everything is normal. It’s just Irene, sitting on your bed and touching your forehead. You know she’s done it quite a few times already, you always got a little flustered when she messed with your memories. Even today is no exception as you turn a little red and look aside.
	You hear her heavenly chuckle, as she strokes your hair: “N’aww, come on, it’s fine. You know you have no chance against my powers if I have my mind set for shenanigans,” she pauses for a second, “and I already have shenanigans in mind again...”
	You look back at her and she smiles a wide, warm smile: “You see, I just got done with a few designs for Eloise and I think I just need a bit more exposure to them to really settle on what I want. So I think you’re gonna help me with that.”
	She boops your nose and you feel it change, slowly bending up, flattening out and becoming so much more sensitive as whiskers start to grow on either side. You almost want to check if you’ve grown ears already, but you stay on your resolve and keep composure. The laptop appears back on the desk and you feel yourself sinking forward to her, ending up in a gentle embrace in her arms as she lies back a little to hold you tight as she whispers into your ear: “You are going to look so cute as a little lynx...”