So now you just had to pass the time until Zoe called you over for bed.
The large digital clock on wall read 7:30. That meant two and a half hours until bedtime.
You decided that the best thing to do would be to acquaint yourself with the Mascot Break Room, since you'd likely be spending a lot of time there. Hopefully not TOO much time.
The entrance marked the "main" area of the break room. Doors on either side led to bathrooms and bedrooms. Each bathroom featured a number of curtained shower stalls and a pair of toilet stalls.
The bedrooms were decorated in the style of a small child's bedroom and were lined with bunk beds. Speakers were built into the ceiling and there were toys littered around on the floor. You shuddered at the thought of those mind-destroying hypnotic speakers. Thank god you met Zoe.
At the far end of the break room was the door to the meal-cake dispensary where you had all lined up for dinner earlier. Directly next to it was a more conventional eating area, somewhat resembling a G-rated bar. Various mascots sat and drank from juice boxes and milk cartons, while a cute cow mascot manned the counter and dispensed beverages and treats.
Finally, there was a corner set aside for recreation. Mascots sat on comfy chairs and a plush sofa all pointed towards a hanging television, which was currently tuned to cartoons. You spotted a pinball machine and a pool table too. This place was surprisingly well-equipped for a holding chamber for brainwashed slaves!
You decided to grab a refreshment at the "bar" That was the traditional location for mingling, right?
As you sidled up to the counter and took a seat, the cow mascot turned to you.
"What can I get you, hon?" she asked in a sweet, motherly voice.
You squinted up at the menu board but it was just a bunch of childish scribbles.
"Um... something to drink." is all you could think to say.
"How about a milkshake, sweetness?" she asked.
You nodded and she got to work operating the milkshake machine.
"What's your name, sugar? I don't think I've seen you around before."
"I'm Lucy. Lucy the living doll!" you replied in a chipper tone. That was weird. Your response was immediate and almost involuntary.
"Well here you go Lucy, a sweet strawberry milkshake for a sweet little doll."
As you took the took the cold beverage, you turned to look at the other mascots seated at the bar.
The monkey from earlier gave a friendly wave and said "Nice to meet ya, Lucy! I hope we can play together some time!"
The pig mascot seated next to him didn't look up from the bowl of ice cream that he was currently wolfing down, but he did give a small nod and a grunt of acknowledgement.
You sipped on your milkshake and listened to the innocent, childlike conversation of the mascots around you.
The monkey (who you discovered was named Albert) told corny joke after corny joke in an attempt to make you laugh. They were all pretty lame, but it still got a smile out of you.
The milkshake was absolutely delicious. Perhaps your new body craved sweet flavors or something, but you couldn't put it down!
Before you knew it, you'd ordered and finished two more. You were feeling pretty silly at that point, and became fiercely entangled in a knock-knock joke contest with Albert the monkey. The jokes got dumber and dumber but you found yourself laughing harder each time. Soon you were in tears and felt like you might pee yourself laughing. Or, wait. Maybe that was the three milkshakes.
You politely excused yourself and made your way to the nearest bathroom. A thought occurred to you. How would this even work? You cleaned practically every inch of your naked body in the shower earlier so you knew that you didn't have anything between your legs.
You pulled into a stall, hiked up your dress and sat on the toilet, pulling your frilly panties down to your ankles. You attempted to squeeze the pressure out of your lower abdomen the way you normally would when peeing, and immediately felt a thin stream of liquid pouring from your butt. Huh. So you just had the one hole for waste disposal.
Relief washed over your body and you decided to wipe with a bit of toilet paper before pulling your panties back up. That seemed correct.
Stepping back into the main room, you noted that it was 20 minutes til bedtime. You decided to turn in with Zoe a little early.
You made your way to the maintenance hatch and squatted down beside it.
"Psst. Zoe." you half-whispered.
The hatch lifted and moved aside and you climbed back down into Zoe's lair.
She seemed happy to see you.
"Listen, there's not a lot of room down here so we're going to be practically sharing a bed. If it helps, I can say 'no homo' beforehand so it's not weird." she joked.
That's right, Zoe didn't know that you were once a guy.
"If it means staying sane, I don't mind." you replied.
"That's the spirit." she smiled. "Rest well. Tomorrow marks the first day of Operation: Get the Hell Out of Here. Our first task will be thinking up a better name."
She laid down on the makeshift bedding and patted the space next to her.
"And maybe we can get some more bedsheets too. I don't want to have to fight you for 'em."