Whatever Happened to Mr. Tibbles? (Flashback Friday)

 I am really enjoying captioning right now. The new season of caps is more than half done and I don't remember being this excited about posting new stuff. I am hoping to have them ready to start uploading by the start of June.

In the meantime, we have a flashback to this caption from 2015...

It's nearly the weekend but before you make your escape to enjoy your well-earned freedom, join me to check in with someone not so lucky. Today for the first time we revisit not an unfortunate young man but rather a furry feline from a past caption. Mr. Tibbles was the beloved cat of the magical Clarissa as she punished her brother for leaving her poor puss out in the cold. Six years may have passed but a new sissy is born every minute so let's see who has fallen foul of some kitty justice this time...

The piano stopped playing and Max found he could finally control his body once more. I say 'his body' with the caveat that the supple ballerina's frame he occupied was certainly not the one he woke up with that morning. The rest of the class were stretching and drinking water and so Max glanced around for a potential escape. It was hopeless. The music would inevitably restart before he got anywhere near the door and his role as marionette would commence all over. His head swivelled desperately and he spotted something else just outside the studio window. Prancing across the room in his ballet slippers, he glared at the cat that had landed him in such a humiliating situation.

“Awww look who it is, Mr. Tibbles.“ Clarissa picked up her cat lovingly and held him up to the glass for a better view. “It's Maxy-poo, the mean boy who let his nasty dog chase you around the park. Well, he doesn't look so mean now, does he? No he doesn't.” She nuzzled her cat's soft fur. “He looks like a cute little ballet dancer. How about you do a pirouette for us Maxy-poo?”

Max stood motionless, his cheeks burning red and his delicate hands clenched into slender fists.

“Oh, don't worry...” Clarissa met his gaze and wrinkled he nose, “you'll be spinning for us again soon enough. How do you like your outfit by the way? It is a gorgeous fit.” Max blushed even harder, becoming hyper aware of the tutu splayed around his tiny waist and the skin-tight leotard pinching into his buttcheeks. He lowered his head in shame and instantly regretted it as his soft pink ballet slippers came in to view.

“There's nothing to be embarrassed about,” Clarissa cooed with mock-sympathy. “You look simply lovely in tights. Much better than in those dirty jeans. I bet they smelled of dog.” She looked him up and down again until her eyes settled on his lycra covered crotch. She grinned wickedly in a way that made Max feel two inches tall. “Well, almost nothing..,” In spite of the pixie-esque dancer's body she had bestowed him with, she had let him keep one key part of his male anatomy – a key part that now stretched the material below his tutu and created quite the distraction for the teacher and frankly everyone in the class. He had felt their eyes boring into him as the music paraded his body around the room for all to see. “What's that, Mr. Tibbles?” Clarissa cocked an ear to her cat. “Oh, I agree, bones are for dogs.” She winked at Max. “One thing I will say for dogs though...they are very obedient...just like you.” The piano started up again and Max felt his body pirouetting him away from the window.