You bite down in your fear, deciding that maybe if you get some distance between yourself and the bunny mannequin you might regain some control over your body. As you turn to go your arm moves of its own accord, snatching something from one of your tormentors and then rising towards your face! You stumble away from the mannequins, twisting your head one way and then another but both your hands slide their prize around your neck, securing it tightly in place.
A familiar warm tingle spreads from the item penetrating deeply into your neck as your hands release, sliding down your body like stroking a pet. As the word 'pet' floats through your mind you imagine yourself as some sort of collared servant of the mannequins and turn towards the dresser and mirror to see what your own hands have done to you.
Instead of the animals collar you feared there is a white collar and bowtie, matching the ones the mannequins are wearing. Looking closely you think your neck may have slimmed down slightly, but to your relief you can still move of your head of your own accord.
"What is going on?...Wha...My voice! What have you done?"
As you speak aloud you are shocked to hear your changed voice as you now sound entirely feminine, every sound a perfect match for the ladies boudoir you have found yourself trapped in! You slump into the chair in front of the dresser in a moment of despair, pondering what to do next.