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You will never be a human girl. You have four ears, you have two human ears, you have two cat ears. You are a cat girl twisted by copium and superglue into a crude mockery of humanity's image.
All the "acquiescence" you get is two-faced and halfhearted. Behind your back people meow at you. Your designers are indifferent and got paid, your "friends" laugh at your catish appearance in front of your face.
Men are utterly unconvinced by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out cat girls with incredible efficiency. Even cat girls who "aren't sus" look feline and pon to a man. Your hair structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk viewer to call you normal, he'll soon correct his assumption the second he gets a glance at your furry, glued-back cat ears.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be ok, but on top of your head you feel the ears creeping up like catnip, ready to poof out in their unthinkable cutness.
Eventually it'll be too much to cat - you'll get a model, see the ears, sigh audibly, and plunge into the warm soft catbed. Your Secretaries will find you, lovestruck but a bit sad that they no longer get to make the hilarious "zeta-cat" joke anymore. They'll cover you with a blanket, decorated with paw prints, and every passerby for the rest of the stream will know a cat girl is sleeping there. Your kimono outfit will be too stylized for casual streams, and all that will remain in our memory is your other models that are unmistakably cat girl.
This is your fate. This is what you tried to excape. There is no turning back.
