Chapter 2: What To Do?

So here I am, in my house, with a naked catgirl. Well she's not completely naked, she seems to have a shirt on, well, rolled up above her... chest. She has blonde hair which is brown at the roots, and it appears to reach down just above her shoulders. Her lower body is covered by extra covers, god forbid she isn't wearing anything else underneath those sheets.

"What the hell?!" I spit out absentmindedly. This causes the catgirl to stir.

"I don't need to..." She let's out, seemingly still asleep. I am completely dumbfounded by the fact that a catgirl was directly in front of me. She must have been the one to break into my apartment. She mumbles something I can't quite make out, apparently she has a sleep talking habit, but that's not the problem!

Suddenly, I hear a familiar tone, It's coming from my phone. It's the tone I set Josh's personal ringtone to. Seeing as this catgirl doesn't seem like she's gonna be waking up anytime soon, I decide to go into the living room to answer my phone.

"H-Hello?" I say with haste.

"Yeah, Makoto?" Josh's voice rings from the other side of the phone.

"Yeah, Josh, what's up?" I peak back into my room for a quick second.

"Durasha announced a new manga series, I will think you like it! It is comedy, mystery, apparently."

"Yeah, cool." I was more concerned about something else right now, "Hey, Josh, say, what if you came home to find a topless catgirl in your bed?"

He laughs at my question, "Haha, did you order some 'special services'?" He jokes.

"No, I'm serious. I came home to find my door wide open, nothing was missing from my house, nothing at all, and when I try to go to sleep, BAM! She's in my bed."

Josh went silent. After a few seconds, he speaks, "I do not know, Makoto, you are really lucky! I would kill for catgirl!" It's almost as if I could hear him grin.

"Yeah, bu-" A sudden thud came from my bedroom.

I slowly lean in the doorframe. On the floor directly next to my bed, two legs are stretched into the air, sticking straight out of the mess of sheets and covers. Apparently this catgirl rolled off and landed on the floor.

"Yo, Josh, I'm gonna have to call you up later."

"Hey, man, do what you have to." He says back. The phone goes silent and I slide it into my pocket. She changes positions and lies flat on the floor. I steadily make my way over to her, careful not to wake her, who knows what would happen if she wakes up to see an adult man over her while she's half naked? God, I hope that doesn't happen.

"Okay, let's do this." I say to myself. I pull off the sheet and to my surprise…

She actually has shorts on, really short shorts, she's wearing short shorts? Her tail is black, but blonde at the base, from what I can see, and the fur is somewhat long and really messy. Whatever, I decide to grab her under her arms and prop her up against my bed. Now to fix the nudeness situation. I ever so slowly reach my hands towards the bottom of her shirt (which is, consequently, under her chin). Silence is the only thing I can rely on, as long as I don't hear anything that means she shouldn't. Almost, almost… got it!

I got the edge of her shirt in between my fingertips and I slowly begin to pull it down as my hand brushes against her skin. I stop for a moment as she takes a deep breath, I squeeze my eyes shut. Please, tell me she didn't wake up. I slowly raise my head up and open one eye, her head is slanted to the side, eyes still closed. I begin to let out a sigh, but quickly stopped, didn't want to risk waking up the guest, right?

I continued to roll down her shirt until it stopped.

What? Okay, let's try this again. I tugged at her shirt. Each tug received a jiggle in response. It wouldn't go down any further, it only covered three quarters of her chest, from top to bottom, leaving the bottom of her breasts bare, a sight for a pervert.

"Why won't this stupid shirt go down?" I say quietly, still tugging.

A voice speaks, "Because it's a half shirt."

"Oh." I reply.

I instantly stop and look up. The one who spoke was none other than the catgirl I was trying to help out, at least, I hope she sees it that way. She's rubbing her eyes and she let's out a big yawn, I am completely frozen. Her eyes open slowly, revealing the left one to be yellow and the right one to be green, but both have a tired look in them . She looks at me, then slowly looks down at my hands on her shirt…

Oh, boy.

Her expression completely changes from tired to 'what-the-hell'. She slowly looks back up to me, face as red as ripe tomato. I have no time to react as a slap sends me straight into the opposite wall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you creep?!" I hear her yell at me. I stagger to my feet, that slap burns intensely.

"I-I was just trying to help!" I reply hoping she'd understand, but, of course, she doesn't.

"Yeah, help yourself to me, it seems!"

"N-No that's not it at all, your shir-" Wait, why do I have to explain myself, she was in my apartment, why do I have to explain myself to her?

I look at her, I can see clearly, the anger in her red face, "Wait, why are you in my apartment, you thief!" I accuse, even though it doesn't look like she took anything.

Her angry expression is now one of confusion, "What? I didn't steal anything! Why would I want to take anything from a pervert?!" She shouts back at me.

"I'm not a pervert! If you didn't wear such a skimpy outfit we wouldn't be in this situation!"

She walks out of my room and towards the door.

"Yes, please, leave! This is awkward enough!" I say.

"Don't worry, I am!" She yells back at me.

The thick wooden door swings open, and the catgirl slips out, slamming the door behind herself. I go to lock the door and let out a sigh. I decide to flop down onto my couch right as my phone vibrates. It's none other than a text from Josh.

Ayumi wants to know if you can stay late tomorrow? He asks.

Man, my shift is already 10 to 7, but, I guess the extra hours wouldn't hurt. I accept the offer. I'm just going to go to bed and think about everything that just happened, tomorrow, because honestly, I don't think I could get anymore tired.