You use all the focus you can muster, a personal mantra of off-putting thoughts and recollections, and all the inner balance you can muster to ward off the arousal and remain upright.
pausing to take a breath, you take stock of your immediate situation: here you are, in a strange, Victorian bedroom, trapped in and all-but-Gender-swapped by a pair of apparently magical pantyhose and a Playboy Bunny costume.
pausing to think for a moment, you decide to quickly experiment and let go of the Bodice. to your relief, your Pantyhose seem to unlock and you are able to lower your foot to the floor and move freely. however, you are still trapped in the costume, and it still seems determined to give you a sexual experience. your cheeks redden and you can't help but moan-good gracious, even your VOICE sounds girly now!-as the pantyhose seem to start to stroke your still-erect member of their own accord.
clamping down on your arousal, you look down at yourself and sigh: you can't seem to take the costume off without it reacting and trapping you. thankfully, as you hadn't put on the Cuffs or Collar, you still have control of your arms and upper body.
you turn and sit down on the bed, sighing in frustration and placing your head in your hands, elbows on your knees. even that sends tingles of euphoria through you, and you cast a wry expression at the pantyhose.