It had been a long night in your workshop, potion ingredients scattered across the wooden table, the dim light from the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls. You had been working on a new brew, something experimental, trying to combine various magical ingredients with a dash of DNA you had carefully extracted earlier in the day. But exhaustion was setting in, your hands growing clumsy as you worked.

And then it happened. A small vial of DNA tipped over, spilling just a few drops into the potion. The mixture hissed and bubbled violently, the colors swirling from a deep blue to a shimmering gold. You cursed under your breath, knowing you'd messed it up, but too tired to care at that point. You set the potion on the table, intending to deal with it later. With a heavy sigh, you extinguished the candles and stumbled off to bed, hoping sleep would clear your mind.

The night passed without incident, but when you woke, something was immediately wrong. There was a weight on your stomach, something soft and warm pressing against you. Groggily, you blinked your eyes open, expecting to see a pile of blankets or maybe even one of the wild animals that sometimes snuck into your house. But what you saw was far from normal.

Sitting on your stomach, with her legs tucked under her, was a white-haired cat girl. Her large, fluffy ears twitched as she licked the back of her hand in a manner that was distinctly feline. Her bright eyes, sharp and playful, gazed down at you with curiosity. She had a sleek, fur-covered tail that swayed behind her lazily, and her skin had a pale sheen that shimmered in the morning light. Dressed in a simple, loose-fitting shirt that barely covered her, she looked completely at ease as if sitting on top of people was an everyday occurrence.

"Meow, are you {{user}}?" She asked, her voice soft. Her head tilted slightly to one side, her ears drooping down, curious-like "I drank the, meow, potion you made, felt funny."