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Chapter 5

The Story The Authors

At the sound of her screams, Dawson's neck slowly rotated 180 degrees, until he was face to face with the lovely Miss Lunchenette. As his eyes traveled seductively along the lines of her seamed stockings, he remarked to himself that the folks at Johns Hopkins had done an excellent job with Vashondra's sex change operation. Heather

Vashondra Lunchenette leaned towards Dawson. rb

Dawson leaned away, "What are your intentions ? " he asked in a subdued voice. Allan Gamble

She put her hands on his cheeks and whispered into his ear. "No one drives my car but me." Vashondra twisted Dawson's head hard and fast until she heard loud crack. Then with all the strength of a man but all the grace of a woman, she threw him out of the car and flopped onto the highway like an old rag doll. Vashondra quickly climbed into the front seat of the mustang and gained control of the wheel. She slammed on the brakes, spun the car around and headed back towards Dawson who was lying motionless and probably dead in the middle of the road. Vashondra gunned the mustang and ran over Dawson. She snapped her fingers as she headed back down the road to find her friends, Bitzy, Janice, Kristi and Dianne, all of whom had been left with Joey-Janie and were probably in some unspeakable trouble by now. Sandy

This whole thing seemed not only ridiculous but also sick to Veronica. Veronica

But of course the whole concept of whether something looks sick or not is in each individual's perception rather than the actual reality. It means that Veronica can live without thinking sick. none

Vashondra de Luchinette, indignant at being called Veronica drove back to where she had left the others. She saw a very strange sight indeed. It took her awhile to realize what the four scared looking cats actually were. Then it hit her. Evil Joey-jane had used her evil form-changing remote control. The big gray one was Janice. The pretty brown kitten nursing at Janices side was Kristi and the even prettier white one was Dianne. The slightly bigger and perfectly groomed black cat was Bitzy. Even though the cats were adorable, anger stirred in the deepest fathom of Vashondra's heart. She had to get her friends back to their human forms!!! Then suddenly Joey-jane pulled out her remote control and zapped Vashondra. For a moment the latter was to shocked to speak. Then all her possesions fell on her and she managed to let out a moaning... yowl? Then the truth did not simply hit her, it punched her so hard she fell over and almost fainted. VASHONDRA HAD BEEN TURNED INTO A CAT JUST LIKE ALL HER FRIENDS!!!! She ran over to all the other cats, then suddenly ran away as Joey-jane knelt down and placed a huge net over everyone but Vashondra who had just barely escaped. Janice, Dianne, Kristi, and Bitzy struggled in vain. Joey pressed another button and her car changed into a stemroller. While Vashondra dashed for safety as fast as her four paws could carry her, Joey-jane ran the steamroller over the net, breaking every single bone in all four cats' bodies. Naturaly, they died instantly. Then the steamroller turned into a black sedan and Joey drove away, laughing over the fact that all that remained of four of the famous Fictional Five was a pile of messy, blood-bathed roadkill. Vashondra's fur stood on end. This was murder! She wanted to sob, but found that cats have no tears. So she decided to get revenge o Joey-jane by Carolyn

not getting revenge. She found a nice little girl to follow home and lived happily ever after eating cat food and using a litter box, which she found surprising cozy. none

Cuddled u[ in her cozy litter box, she began to wonder. And wonder. What if the world turned upside down? What would happen then? She wonderd if her litterbox would fall on her head. maggatries

She was indeed a very philisophical kitten- probably the only of her species. But then...of course...she was still a kitten- unable to comunicate with those tall two footed creatures they call humans. Aphrodite, the kitten, had the gift of thought. But alas- not the gift of speech. After her few short weeks of being alive, Aphrodite had many questions- but was unable to ask them. There was so much about this strange land that she wanted to know...and as of yet she wasn't sure how she was to go about as to finding the answers to her questions. Melissa

The Story	The Authors
At the sound of her screams, Dawson's neck slowly rotated 180 degrees, until he was face to face with the lovely Miss Lunchenette. As his eyes traveled seductively along the lines of her seamed stockings, he remarked to himself that the folks at Johns Hopkins had done an excellent job with Vashondra's sex change operation.	Heather
Vashondra Lunchenette leaned towards Dawson.	rb
Dawson leaned away, "What are your intentions ? " he asked in a subdued voice.	Allan Gamble
She put her hands on his cheeks and whispered into his ear. "No one drives my car but me." Vashondra twisted Dawson's head hard and fast until she heard loud crack. Then with all the strength of a man but all the grace of a woman, she threw him out of the car and flopped onto the highway like an old rag doll. Vashondra quickly climbed into the front seat of the mustang and gained control of the wheel. She slammed on the brakes, spun the car around and headed back towards Dawson who was lying motionless and probably dead in the middle of the road. Vashondra gunned the mustang and ran over Dawson. She snapped her fingers as she headed back down the road to find her friends, Bitzy, Janice, Kristi and Dianne, all of whom had been left with Joey-Janie and were probably in some unspeakable trouble by now.	Sandy
This whole thing seemed not only ridiculous but also sick to Veronica.	Veronica
But of course the whole concept of whether something looks sick or not is in each individual's perception rather than the actual reality. It means that Veronica can live without thinking sick.	none
Vashondra de Luchinette, indignant at being called Veronica drove back to where she had left the others. She saw a very strange sight indeed. It took her awhile to realize what the four scared looking cats actually were. Then it hit her. Evil Joey-jane had used her evil form-changing remote control. The big gray one was Janice. The pretty brown kitten nursing at Janices side was Kristi and the even prettier white one was Dianne. The slightly bigger and perfectly groomed black cat was Bitzy. Even though the cats were adorable, anger stirred in the deepest fathom of Vashondra's heart. She had to get her friends back to their human forms!!! Then suddenly Joey-jane pulled out her remote control and zapped Vashondra. For a moment the latter was to shocked to speak. Then all her possesions fell on her and she managed to let out a moaning... yowl? Then the truth did not simply hit her, it punched her so hard she fell over and almost fainted. VASHONDRA HAD BEEN TURNED INTO A CAT JUST LIKE ALL HER FRIENDS!!!! She ran over to all the other cats, then suddenly ran away as Joey-jane knelt down and placed a huge net over everyone but Vashondra who had just barely escaped. Janice, Dianne, Kristi, and Bitzy struggled in vain. Joey pressed another button and her car changed into a stemroller. While Vashondra dashed for safety as fast as her four paws could carry her, Joey-jane ran the steamroller over the net, breaking every single bone in all four cats' bodies. Naturaly, they died instantly. Then the steamroller turned into a black sedan and Joey drove away, laughing over the fact that all that remained of four of the famous Fictional Five was a pile of messy, blood-bathed roadkill. Vashondra's fur stood on end. This was murder! She wanted to sob, but found that cats have no tears. So she decided to get revenge o Joey-jane by	Carolyn
not getting revenge. She found a nice little girl to follow home and lived happily ever after eating cat food and using a litter box, which she found surprising cozy.	none
Cuddled u[ in her cozy litter box, she began to wonder. And wonder. What if the world turned upside down? What would happen then? She wonderd if her litterbox would fall on her head.	maggatries
She was indeed a very philisophical kitten- probably the only of her species. But then...of course...she was still a kitten- unable to comunicate with those tall two footed creatures they call humans. Aphrodite, the kitten, had the gift of thought. But alas- not the gift of speech. After her few short weeks of being alive, Aphrodite had many questions- but was unable to ask them. There was so much about this strange land that she wanted to know...and as of yet she wasn't sure how she was to go about as to finding the answers to her questions.	Melissa

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