The closet across from the bed, its door was probably once a rather vibrant shade of pink, but time has caused the paint to fade and the white surface is visible beneath. The door is only slightly less ostentatiously designed than the door that lead you in here, nicely lending to the poshness of the room without causing one's eyes to hurt from rolling at the garishness of it all. All, in all the closet door is a nice addition to this room. That being said you couldn't care less about the damn thing, you just want your clothes back.
You rush to the closet door and pull the thing open, your heart rushing with hopefulness as you do so. Your heart sinks again as your greeted with an empty closet. At least that's what you initially thought. Resting on a shelf above the barren closet rod is a single pink collar. It's rather out of place from the turn of the 20th century furnishings around you. It has rather obviously fake pink fur glued to it and a single blank tag hanging from it's front.
"Put it on."
You were just about to close the door when you heard that. Truth be told, though, you're not entire certain you actually did hear that. The voice was barely above a whisper. It was so quiet that you couldn't even be certain that you actually heard it or if it was just your imagination. Shaking your head you move to close the closet door again.
"Put it on." you hear it this time, you're certain. You turn around to try and find who is speaking to you, but the room is vacant save for you.
"Hello?" you call out.
"Put it on." you hear again, louder this time, but still just a whisper.
"Where are you? Where's my clothes?!" you ask the disembodied voice.
"Put it on." you hear again.
"I'm not putting that collar on!" you shout.
"Very well. I'll do it for you." you hear. Less than a second later you feel the fuzzy pink collar snap around your neck. You gasp and tug at the collar, trying desperately to find the catch and remove it, but it doesn't seem to be there.
"But that means I'm the only one who can take it off." the voice says, speaking in a normal tone now. You tug uselessly at the collar tying to pull it from you neck until a strange feeling is felt just above your bare bottom. It's a swelling sensation as though a tail were growing in. Your ears begin to tingle as well. You rush to the vanity and sit down to look in the mirror. The formerly blank tag now bares your name and your ears are changing into...