The door holding back the Bunnies bangs again and the door handle rattles. Snatching up the bunny ears you open the door opposite you expecting to find a bathroom with a lockable door but instead find yourself in a brightly lit room with wooden floors, and light coloured walls. A narrow bed and dresser pushed up against the wall suggest occasional use as a bedroom, but the room is dominated by a single wall of floor to ceiling mirrors with a wooden ballet barre. A couple of yoga mats and small brightly coloured free weights suggest you've stumbled into someone's home gym. You lock the door behind you and cross the room to check out a second door. A tiny bathroom with yet another door, probably leading back to the corridor. You lock that too and head back into the gym, pausing by the opaque window only to find it doesn't open. You sigh resignedly, sitting on the bed to gather your thoughts, listening to the thump-click of the bunnygirls moving in the corridor outside.
You sit there in silence, one hand supporting your chin and the other toying idly with the bunny-ear headband you catch the eye of your reflection in the big mirrors. Your slightly androgynous face peers back, familiar yet different and your mind drifts back to how it happened, the mannequins, finding the bunnytail, twisting it, the sensation of pure pleasure....you lick your lips subconsciously at the thought of it, a longing building within you to try it again to experience that delicious surrender as your body is rewritten into something new....afterall there's not much else you can do right now.
You move to the end of the bed, standing to face the mirrors, a flush of expectant excitement colouring your cheeks as you reach for your fluffy tail once more, gripping and twisting it slowly with all the gentleness of a lovers caress. Warm spreads out from your tail, fondling your ass as it reshapes it, massaging your spine as the magic spreads upwards and building like a stoked fire in your crotch with wanton arousal. You watch with panting breath as the figure in the mirror changes shape, shrinking in height and changing in shape before you. You feel imaginary lips kiss your neck and cheeks, invisible fingers running through your hair and look again to see a girl in the mirror, her cheeks glowing as her hair lengthens. You feel those same hands running down your sides shaping your body as a potter molds clay, thining your waist before rising back your body to hold your chest as the burning sensation builds inside you. You gasp as your nipples shift and change, incredibly sensitive as weight builds behind them, pushing them forwards to be held by a sensuous soft fabric. You blink, and the...girl...in the mirror is staring back at you, her oversized man's shirt shrinking, the collar seperating and a bow tie forming, as the rest of the top shifts into the now familar style of a figure-hugging bunnygirls uniform. You stagger slightly as the magic turns to your crotch, your strange sensation of your uniform shifting and growing over your ass and cock to meet between your legs a little unsettling as you let damaged pants fall to the ground to reveal your raging erection now straining against the material. Your shoes have long since transformed whilst your socks have become sheer pantyhose, racing each other up and over your legs before meeting unseen under your bunnysuit merging together in a way that makes you cross-eyed in pleasure.
You lock eyes with your reflection in the mirror, an irresistible bombshell in a bunny costume and thrust your hips forward twisting your bunnytail as you do so. For a moment you imagine your cock sliding between the hungry lips of girl in the mirror, riding the wave of lust and desire whilst at the same moment feeling something slip between your legs, reshaping and reforming your body in a final climatic burst that leaves you panting on the floor.
You slowly regain your senses, touching yourself all over as though checking everything you experienced is real. There's no sign of your former self, you barely recognise anything familar in your reflection. Your tattered pants lie crumpled on the floor, the only reminder of the life to had before you entered this place. There's a thump from the door, you guess you weren't exactly quiet during your transformation and the mannequins know your in here but the locks holding for now.
Ignoring the noise for the moment you look again at your reflection, amazed at the changes and admiring your new body in its tight little bunny suit, striking the occasional pose with a giggle and casting an eye on the bunny ears on the floor as you wonder if you should complete the look of not? You know you should be trying to escape or change back or something but your eyes keep being draw back and your hands twitch with the urge to pick those ears up....