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Chapter Three

“Talking”

‘Thoughts or Thinking’

Also I want to thank Ulyferal for being my beta-reader and give me the name for the new hero. Also I will be adding a few characters of my own so if you want to borrow them you have to ask first! Disclaimed I don’t own the SWAT Kats!

During the early morning hours, a dark brown she-kat could be seen jogging on the beach below Professor Hackle’s home. She was wearing male skivvies rather than female. It had been two days since Ulysses Feral had been changed from male to female all thanks to an experiment gone wrong by Dark Kat and Dr. Viper. Her first full day as a she-kat living with Professor Hackle had been full of adjustments to her changed condition. Just using the bathroom had been an uncomfortable reminder of her differences.

Changing a male mind set was taking all his...uh...her attention. It was a shock to her sense of self every time she looked into the mirror. It was a bit disconcerting to realize she didn’t have to shave either. As she jogged along, Feral couldn’t stop wondering why of all the kats in Megakat City did this have to happen to him...uh...her? Crud, she couldn’t even think as a female how could she act like one? She did have a momentary amusing thought about what the SWAT Kats would have looked like as female but then sighed and shook her head.

She would never wish such a thing on anyone else and was glad that evil pair had chosen her instead of some innocent kat. Returning to the professor’s home, Feral entered through the back entrance not wanting anyone to see her. It would raise unwanted questions she’d rather not answer. She went to the bedroom the professor had given her and removed the shoes he had lent her. She’d just started to remove her shirt when Professor Hackle walked in.

"Commander, stop!" Professor Hackle said turning his eyes away.

"What is it, Professor?" Feral asked confused and freezing in place with the shirt just below the breasts.

"You can’t take the shirt off." Hackle said urgently.

"Why not? I’m hot!" Feral said getting angry but still keeping the shirt where it was.

"Commander, I know you are used to taking off your shirt just like any male would but you are female now and that is not allowed.” Hackle said gently hiding his smile of amusement.

Feral blushed in embarrassment and quickly pulled her shirt back down realizing she had been about to flash the Professor.

"Crud! I don’t think I can get use to this. Sorry about that Professor." She said in frustration.

"That’s quite alright.” Hackle said and quickly changed the subject to allow Feral to recover.

“I’ve been giving it a lot of thought about how I can help you adjust.”

"Help me?" said Feral a bit curiously. "Yes, I believe I can teach you to be a she-kat.” Hackle said briskly.

"Teach me? You’re male too! How can you teach me? No way! This has got to be some kind of joke!" Feral said shaking her head in disbelief.

"It’s not a joke, Commander. I may not be female but I can watch images of female behavior as can you and help you adjust your mannerisms to match. Because I can observe how you move and behave I’ll be able to critique you and aid you in acting more feminine. There are females that act a little male like your niece but she still moves like a female. I just have to teach you to act like her. It’s too much to hope making you completely female since you think like a male. As you are now, you would attract the wrong attention and raise questions you don’t want to answer." He told Feral seriously.

Feral groaned, as much as she hated to admit it, Professor Hackle was right. If she wanted to leave she couldn’t very well act like her old-self without drawing unwanted attention. "What if I don’t leave until we find a cure? I can still be me...well sort of." said Feral not wanting to give in without a fight.

"Do you really think you can stay here all the time? Even I leave from time to time, Commander." Hackle said gently.

Feral did a quick glance around the room with her eyes. Hackle was right again. If she stayed here too long cabin fever would set in and running along the beach would get boring fast.

Growling in defeat, Feral asked, "What are my first lessons?"

"Walking." Hackle said smiling at Feral’s reaction.

"What’s wrong with my walking?! I do it just fine!" Feral snapped.

The Professor just raised an eyebrow at her.

"Sorry." Feral mumbled and blushed.

"That’s alright this is all very frustrating for you. Now there is a significant difference in the way a she-kat walks and that of a male. Shall we begin?" asked Professor Hackle.

"Yeah, yeah. Let’s get it over with." Feral said following the Professor to the lab.

A few hours later, Feral could walk passably like a she-kat and could almost fool anyone into believing she had been born female. Thanks to the professor’s persistence.

"For your next lesson...How to dress like a female. For that I called Ms. Briggs to..." Hackle began to say before being rudely interrupted by a shocked Feral.

"You what?! If Ms. Briggs sees me she’ll know who I am!" Feral said jumping up from her seat at the table.

"Calm down, Commander. Believe me no one will recognize you. You really don’t look like yourself. Ms. Briggs won’t realize it’s you at all. I’ve only told her you washed up on my beach and have some memory loss and no clothing. We need her help to get you dressed appropriately and I’m just not able to do that. I wouldn’t know what to get so Ms. Briggs has graciously agreed to help by taking you to a department store and buying you clothes." Hackle soothed the frazzled Commander.

"Alright, it just a good thing you didn’t ask for Felina. I don’t know how I’ll explain this to her. But she is most likely with my brother right now anyway." Feral said sadly.

The day of her funeral was shown live on Kat’s Eyes News. The camera had focused on Felina and just the look in her eyes made Feral turn off the TV.

"Now, Commander. We must come up with a name for you. We have to give Ms. Briggs something to call you." Professor Hackle said breaking into Feral’s morbid thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah...Hmm. How about...uh...Ursula Fernan?" Feral suggested since it sorta sounded close enough to her real name she could remember it easier.

"Yes, that’s a good one. Very close to your name and you can answer it easy and quickly." Hackle smiled with relief.

Just then a doorbell sounded. On the security screen they both saw Ms. Briggs standing on the porch and watched as James let her in. They walked back out of the lab into the house and heard Ms. Briggs thanking James and talking with him a bit as she was lead to the living area.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Briggs." Professor Hackle said warmly.

"Good afternoon, Professor Hackle. I came as soon as I could. Is this her?" Callie asked, turning her attention to Feral who was lagging behind as if to hide.

"Yes, and sorry for calling you on such short notice. What she wore is ruined and I, of course, don’t have anything to meet her needs. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble for you to get away?" Hackle asked politely.

"No trouble at all. Fortunately, things are fairly quiet at city hall right now. I’m happy to help.” Callie told him. She turned to the tall female who had finally joined them.

“Hi, I’m Callie Briggs you can call me Callie or Ms. Briggs whichever makes you comfortable." said Callie smiling and offering her paw to Feral.

‘This is so weird.’ Feral thought as she took Callie’s paw and shook it. "I’m Ursula Fernan."

“That’s quite a grip you got there. Do you work out?" asked Callie

Feral blushed and said quickly, remembering that she was supposed to have memory loss, “I think so!”

"Well why don’t we get going? There’s a sale at Megakat Mall.” Callie said briskly.

She glanced at Hackle and said, “We’ll be back in a little while, Professor.”

"Thanks again Ms. Briggs and good luck.” Hackle told her. ‘Your’re going to need it.’ He thought to himself.

Feral looked back at him as she and Callie followed James to the door. She looked terrified. Hackle sighed and gave her a shooing gesture behind Ms. Briggs’ back. The drive to Megakat Mall was a bit uncomfortable as Ms. Briggs tried to find out about her and asking if she had remembered anything more since she’d landed on the Professor’s beach. Feral said no, that much of it was still a blank. That seemed to do the trick because Ms. Briggs gave her a comforting pat on the arm and said her memory should come back and to be patient. Feral nodded agreement and the rest of the drive was done in silence except for the radio playing softly.

Their first stop in the mall was a store which had Feral blushing and wanting to run the other way. Never in her lifetime as a male did she ever enter this kind of store. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Feral got out of the car and followed Ms. Briggs inside. Feral couldn’t control the blush that seemed to be permanently filling her face as she kept her eyes glued to the floor. She refused to look up no matter what.

"Oh, this is cute. What do you think, Ursula?" Callie asked. At hearing her name, Feral looked up startled but wished she hadn’t. Callie held a black silk bra with matching panties that would make any she-kat look very sexy.

"I d-don’t k-know." Feral stuttered quickly looking away again. ‘Damn, calm down! It’s just clothing! There nothing special about it!’ She tried to chastise herself but it wasn’t working.

Luckily, Callie pretended not to notice Feral’s discomfort. Callie knew this couldn’t be a comfortable situation for Ursula. She continued to pick out different types of panties and bras. As she browsed through the lingerie she asked a perfectly normal question that sent Feral into shock.

"What’s your size?" She asked stopping now to look at Feral.

"W-what?" asked Feral snapping her head up.

"Your bra size. What is it? A or B cup?" Callie asked again.

"I d-d-don’t k-know. I can’t remember!” Feral stuttered again. ‘This is so embarrassing!’ Feral thought frantically really wishing they could get out of here.

"I understand losing your memory is really trying.” Callie said sympathically.

"Yeah, it is." Feral muttered hoping that Ms. Briggs would forget about the bras but no such luck.

“It’s alright, we’ll just have to have you try one on to get the right size. From your shape I think you might be a B cup. So try this one on." Callie said handing Feral a white cotton bra.

Feral gulped but took the bra and headed for the dressing rooms all the while wishing that one of Megakat City’s major villains would show up just to give her an excuse to leave. Feral kept her eyes straight ahead until she came to the dressing rooms not looking left or right. Entering, she closed the door and placed the bra on a hook while she took off her shirt. Taking the bra off the hanger Feral stared at it for a moment wondering how in the world was she supposed to put this thing on. ‘It can’t be that hard.’ She snorted to herself and began trying to put it on.

Callie looked at her watch wondering what was taking Ursula soo long. Thinking something had happened, she marched over to the dressing room.

"Ursula?" Callie called out softly.

"Over here." Feral called out sounding stressed.

"Is everything alright in there?" Callie asked in concern.

"Yes, sort of." Feral answered hesitantly.

"Did you get it on?" She persisted.

"Uhm...No." Feral said unhappily.

Wondering what Ursula meant, Callie opened the door to see her standing there glaring at the piece of clothing. Callie couldn’t help letting out a small sigh.

"Do you need help?" She asked gently stepping in and closing the door.

"No," Feral huffed, "I think I’d rather go without a bra."

"Unfortunately, that is not an option. Here it’s really easy, let me show you how...” Callie said as she approached the Commander and took the bra from the big kat’s paws.

At those words, the Commander for the Enforcers fur stood on end. Having the deputy mayor in such close quarters doing something so personal would make a male jump for joy but it only made Feral have a major breakdown along with a panic attack. She did not want Callie to get any closer.

"Ahh...that’s okay, Ms. Briggs. I think I can figure it out later.” Feral said hastily trying to get her shirt back on. ‘Or maybe never’ She thought privately.

"Nonsense. Come on just lift your arms up." Callie insisted holding up the bra.

Feral knew from past experience just how stubborn Ms. Briggs could be once her mind was made up. After all she chose the SWAT Kats over the Enforcers. Feral mentally snorted at that thought. The Enforcers had been protecting this city long before either the SWAT Kats or Ms. Briggs had come along and would continue to be around even after they both were gone.

Sighing in defeat, Feral lifted her arms up level with the floor so that Callie could slip the bra straps on her then put the bra in place and hooked it behind the big kat’s back.

"There, see, not so hard was it? Alright, now just pull on the front a bit and move it around till it feels comfortable." Callie said walking around to get a look. Feral felt her face burn as she did as she was asked and waited under Callie’s critical gaze.

Callie gave off a hmm sound then nodded. "It’s perfect and on the first try too. Great! Let’s try on some more things." Callie said smiling.

"Do we have to?" Feral whined sounding like a petulant kitten. Callie just looked at her with a brow raised and Feral felt truly mortified.

From then on Feral tried to keep her complaints to a minimum so that by the time they got to the blouses and slacks things were going a little easier until, that is, Callie showed her some skirts and dresses. Feral really hated that part but trying on high heels was the worst. She was happier when they got her some tennis shoes and loafers as well as some sweat pants and jogging clothes.

Afterwards, Callie called a halt to shopping and said it was time for lunch. So they headed for the food court. Feral was grateful, especially after falling at least three times while trying on some high heels. A couple of kittens who were with their mother found it funny watching her fall time after time. That is until Feral gave them a cold stare that sent them running for their mommy. She was proud of that. Glad she could still intimidate someone even if it was just some bratty kittens.

‘At least now I know why Felina only wears tennis shoes. Those high heels are murder on your feet and you can’t even run in them very well.’ Feral mused as she ate her chicken sandwich.

"After this we’ll finish up at the health store and buy you some feminine items." Callie told her. Feral looked puzzled.

Callie didn’t notice and asked, “By the why do you remember when your next heat cycle will be?" The food and drink in Feral’s paws were crushed at those words.

"Heat cycle?" Feral whispered in shock.

"Yes, do you remember when you had it last?” Callie asked.

All she could do was mutely shake her head. Feral suddenly didn’t feel so good. It had never occurred to her that while she was in a female body that she would go through a heat cycle. ‘But I can’t have one, can I? Just because my body’s changed doesn’t mean it’s working like one!’ She thought frantically. She needed to get back and ask the professor.

"Uh, Ms. Briggs could we just skip that for now? I’m getting a headache. Could you take me back to the Professor’s now? Feral lied though she looked miserable enough to make it look like the truth.

"Oh, I’m sorry. It’s been a long morning and I’m sure you’re tired. I’ll get the other things you need and leave them with the Professor. I’ll take you home.” Callie smiled warmly and payed for their meals. Feral made a note to remember to take Callie out for lunch once she was returned to normal.

They walked out of the mall and put her new things into Callie’s backseat. On the drive back, Callie’s car began to make some choking noises which both Callie and Feral knew wasn’t good.

"Oh, no not now!" Callie exclaimed in annoyance. Only halfway to the Professor’s home the car began to choke out and slow down.

"Maybe you should pull over." Feral suggested.

"Right." Callie agreed and pulled her car over to the side of road.The car chose that moment to make one last choking sound and die.

"This is just great." Feral grumbled as she stepped out of the car and made her way to the hood..

"What are you doing?" Callie asked in surprise leaning out the window.

"Could you pop the hood? I just want to take look." Feral said ignoring Callie’s question.

Callie shrugged and did so. ‘It wasn’t as if Ursula could do something.’ She thought as she took out her cell phone dialed a number and waited for someone to answer.

"Hello, Chance and Jake’s Garage and Towing, Jake speaking." Came a pleasant voice over the phone.

"Hi, Jake! It’s Callie." Callie smiled to herself glad to have caught the guys in.

"Oh, Hi Callie. What can I do for you?" Jake asked.

"My car just died and I need you guys to come and have a look at it and tow us if it needs it."She told him.

"Sure thing, Callie. Where are you?" Jake asked as he got a paper to write down the information.

"We’re about a mile from Professor Hackle’s place." She told him.

"I know where that is. Okay, Chance and I will be there just give us five minutes." Jake said.

"Thanks, Jake." Hanging up, Callie leaned out the window to call to Ursula.

"Ursula, I called a mechanic they’ll be here in about five minutes." Callie told her.

"Okay." Feral said from under the hood.

Frowning a bit, Callie stepped out of the car and walked up to Feral, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just looking." said Feral hiding her paws quickly.

"Like I said. My mechanics will be here soon so let’s just wait in the car." Callie said leaving the hood of the car open.

"Whatever, you say Ms. Briggs." Feral said walking back to her door while surreptitiously wiping the oil from her paw on the underside of her shirt.

Just as Jake had promised, five minutes later a tow truck was seen in the rearview mirror. Callie step out to flag them over.

"Hello, Callie. Having a bit of car trouble?" Chance asked smiling as he stepped out of his truck.

"Yeah a bit. It choked and died!” Callie said in irritation.

“No problem. We’ll just have a look and you should be on your way.” Chance said still smiling as he walked up to the front of her car. Jake had jumped out too and was coming up on the other side. He glanced in and saw another she-kat sitting there.

"Hey, Chance. Who’s that with Callie?" He asked as they looked over the engine together.

"Don’t know, buddy. Let’s ask." Chance said and turned to Callie still standing nearby.

"What? Wait, Chance don’t...!" Jake said embarrassed.

"Hey, Callie. Who your friend?" Chance asked pointing to the passenger.

"That’s Ursula Fernan.” Callie said signaling Feral to get out.

Feral felt a bit uneasy, afraid her two ex-enforcers would recognize her. She took her time getting out of the car and walking up to them. Getting a better look at the she-kat, Jake and Chance’s eyes widened a bit as they stared at her.

"Ursula, these are my friends, Jake Clawson and Chance Furlong." Callie introduced them.

Feral gave them a nod not trusting herself to speak. Jake was the first one to stop staring but Chance was taking his time checking out this stunning she-kat.

Putting on gloves, Jake nudged his partner in the rib cage hard. “Let’s take a look at Callie’s car Chance.” Chance snapped out of it and gave Feral a sheepish grin as he moved back to study the engine.

Chance poked around a bit but after a few minutes neither of them could find anything wrong. Chance closed the hood and wiped his paws on a rag in his pocket.

"Everything seems to be okay, Callie. Why don’t you give it a start and we’ll listen to it.” Chance said.

“Okay” Callie agreed and got in and started the engine. It turned over without a problem.

“Well that’s strange.” Callie said.

Chance just shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know what caused it to die, Callie but it seems okay now.” He said as he watched Feral get back into the car. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her.

"Well, thanks for coming out here anyway, guys.” Callie confused but happy her car was running again.

"Anytime, Callie." Chance said smoothly not missing a chance to flirt. Both Jake and Feral rolled their eyes at him though no one noticed Feral doing it.

"By the way, Callie. Why are you heading for Professor Hackle’s place?" Jake asked curiously leaning near Callie’s window.

"Ursula is staying with the Professor till she gets her memory back. She apparently had an accident and washed up on his beach." Callie explained.

"Lost memory. Wow! That’s got to be tough!" Jake said looking at Feral sympathically.

Not wanting any pity from the three kats Feral said tightly, "I’ll be alright! The Professor is helping me and I do have some memory even if its in bits and pieces.”

"Anyway, we better get going. Ursula needs to get some rest. Thanks again, guys." said Callie waving at them as she drove off.

Jake and Chance waved back then climbed back aboard their tow truck. Chance taking the driver’s side as usual.

"You were staring at Ursula for quite a while, Chance." Jake teased his partner.

"Hey, cut me some slack Jake. It not every day we get to help two lovely she-kats.” Chance snorted remembering how often they had to help that older she-kat.

"If you say so, buddy. Although you seemed to be fixated on Ursula more.” Jake snickered. “Anyway let’s head home! If we hurry, I’ll still catch my show." Jake urged him.

"Don’t worry, Jake. I know a shortcut." Chance said and turned the tow truck down a barely driveable road.

"Oh, no, Chance!" Jake whined as he held onto the dash.
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