Purr-fect Match

Olivia POV. Hello, welcome everyone let me tell you about my messed-up life. The name is Elliot, I’m a guy, a Neko male, you know I’m not a girl but a guy. I have a rough voice, short hair and even a slight beard, giggles, uhh what else, I’m a little, I was classified the day I was born to be a little. Let me tell you a bit about being a Neko, some years ago the scientist decided to start a new species of cats, one that’s a real companion who can talk back and help take care of you. We were a big success, and the demand for us was big, we are quite expensive in case you are thinking about getting one of us. We cost a lot and take lots of care and love, we need love, you hear that mister. We are humans, but we got the ears and tail of a cat, we also have some habits of cats, we hate water, we like toys, we’re okay me is a messy eater but that’s not my fault. After we are born, well the story of how we are born isn’t the regular story of birds and bees, when a new Neko is created. They chose a female and male Neko, they take an egg from the female and sperm from the mail along with cat modified DNA, twelve months later and bam you got a baby Neko on your hand. They then classify us to either Pet, Subs, Littles, or Neutrals. All of us are submissive even the neutrals are too, they don’t do vanilla, they like to be ordered around, it’s in our modified DNA to have us be submissive and to fall into one of those classifications depending on the people who want to adopt us. After we are born or created whatever you wanna call it we get adopted, we stay in the labs for around a year, then we are sent to our adoptive homes. We belong to that family, sometimes families want us while we are young but sell us or give us back to the labs, others they keep us until we are old. In the end, we aren’t free to do what we want, we are pet whether we want it or not we still belong to our owners. I was adopted at three years old, I don’t remember much before that time, my family was the best, they gave me everything I want, well everything a girl wants but not me. I knew a long time ago that I was born in the wrong body, when all the girls played with dolls I wanted to play with balls and outside. When girls my age started to play with make-up and their hair, I had no interest in it, my adoptive mother said it was because I’m a little, well she’s right to a point, but even littles like to play with their caregiver’s makeup, not me. My hair was long, very long for my licking down to above my bum-bum, I always wanted to cut it, but mother forbidden it and even promised me a big punishment if I do so. I got rules as all pets and kids do, mine includes no doing anything fun, no candy, no nothing or get spankies on my bum-bum, and no candy. I’m fifteen, got red hair, maybe that’s why I’m a little devil, brown eyes, my tail, and ears are brown to match my eyes. I always get dressed by my mother, she dresses me in skirts and dresses, if I beg really hard I get pants and shorts. My body was small since I’m a little, it’s in my genetic to always stay on the petite side, my boobs are hardly there, the size of two strawberries which is great since I hate them! Right now we are in the car with my elbow and hand wrapped in a towel to stop the blood, well that’s a very interesting story if you ask me although my mother wouldn’t agree with that. I was running in the house which is a big no-no when I stumbled and fell over my mother’s precious vase. I have my doubt that she’s more mad about the vase than about my hand. Right now we’re going to the local Neko hospital, the doctors and nurses know me well by the name, we became best friends over the years. Mother was furious at me as usual, she even said she’s going to sell me to the meanie in our neighborhood, he always hated me, called me a brat, and said I should be sent back for an attitude adjustment. I was sitting in the back crying my little heart out, I was in pain from all the glass that got in my wounds, scared from the blood, and my adoptive mother saying she’s going to give me up to the meanie who promised to beat me with a belt if he sees me even standing in front of his house even, I don’t stand there, I just happened to be passing by. Once we got there, mother carried me inside, she went to the emergency room where my favorite nurse came to get me, Nathan, he’s the best. He’s tall with black hair slicked back, green kind eyes, and a slight beard, I loved his beard the most. I wish I had a beard like him, no one would call me she then or girlie or princess…Yukk. “How’s the little princess today?” Nathan says making me frown even with how hurt I am, I can still frown. “She decided it would be fun to run around the house and fell,” my mother says still mad. “Oh no little one, you can’t do that. Now let me see where it hurt” Nathan says and I show him my arm. He asked me if I’ll be a big girl or if I wanted my mother to stay, I said hell no, she can leave. “Ohh that’s my brave little” he praises me, he moved to work on my wounds, I still cried and screamed quite a bit, he had to stop few times for hug breaks and water break. But a full hour later I was better, my hand was bandaged, I might hold few baby scars but Nathan said I look like a baddy so it’s okay to have them. I even got a lollipop for being good, he called my mother back in and she still looked mad at me and I cowered to Nathan's side. “Miss Wilson your little is fine” he starts and I shake my head no, fine means I’m up for punishment. “It’s better if you let her rest for today, in fact, I guess the pain was enough punishment for her” Nathan adds to which I’m very grateful, no punishment for this little. Mother still wasn’t happy about any of that, she had to pay the bill for the hospital before carrying me back to the car, I don’t get why she’s mad my insurance covers most of the medical bill, all she had to pay where few dollars and she’s crazy wealthy. She sat me in the back with too much force, when I whined about being strapped in she slapped my thigh and told me to zip it. I stayed quiet the whole way home, I was sent to my room even before the straps came off, she said when my father is home they’ll discuss me, I didn’t know there was anything to be discussed about me, but still, I obeyed and went to my room staying there the whole day. My hand hurt, Nathan tried to give me some medicine back in the hospital but I refused and said mother would give me at home since they always make me sleepy. I didn’t dare to go ask her for medicine or sleep yet, what if they decide something in my absence.