As the first mannequin bursts into the corridor you realise the only escape route for certain is back past the bedroom door and out the way you came in. You make a dash for it, shoving past the first bunnygirl and making your way towards freedom. A second bunnygirl mannequin lunges at your legs, bringing you crashing to ground as the other two dogpile you, grabbing at your clothes and trying to drag you back into their bedroom lair.
Panicking you strike out with your arms like a swimmer, dragging yourself forwards despite the best efforts of your foes. Your clothes rip and tear under their assault but you keep going, eyes firmly fixed on your exit when one off the bunnies finds and grips your protruding bunny tail, twisting hard clockwise and sending your body hurtling towards feminity once more.
As your body shrinks and your muscles fade the bunnygirls reel you in like a fishermans catch of the day, dragging you feet first other the threshold of the bedroom door, your ability to resist weakened further by the pleasure following through you as you change. A mannequins hand grabs you roughly by your lengthening hair pulling your head back and making you scream, the note rising higher and higher by the second as your drawn irresistibly inch by inch back into the room. Desperately you grab at the door frame, your enlongated nails gouging the paint as your yanked bodily inside, the slamming bedroom door cutting off your final pleas for help leaving the guesthouse in sudden silence.