You start to calm down and consider your options. You fiddle with your tail, finding it won't twist any further clockwise, but will move anti-clockwise, although you immediately feel nauseous if you do so. Happy that it's possible to reverse the changes your thoughts turn to escape.
Having realised during your posing session that your transformation hasn't given the ability to walk in high heels you fiddle with the straps and throw them onto the bed whilst you explore the room in your stocking feet. There isn't much to it so you head to the dresser to see if there's any trainers or at least something you can run in if the chance to escape presents itself. You can't help but notice as you cross the room that's there's a lot more...well, movement, in your chest than your used to, it fact the word 'jiggly' presents itself and you blush self-consciously, aware of the amount of skin your bunny suit presents to the world.
Thankfully the dresser does have clothes in, but no not the simple t-shirt and shorts you might have hoped for. But if you'd wanted to use the little home gym you've found yourself in you'd be well stocked with bright yoga pants, sports bras and the like. You hold a pair of lurid leggings up for a moment and can't help but notice not only is everything in your size, it's also modified to fit your tail. Was someone expecting you or is this a clue as to whoever owns this place?
You pick though the clothes, hoping for something baggy and concealing rather than the skintight sportswear, remembering with regret calling out a lady jogger in the park the other day. It seemed harmless fun at the time, but now with new insight you cringe at the thought, inwardly promising never to do anything similar again if you make it out of here. You throw a few items on the bed, not really sure what to choose.
Finally in the bottom drawer you push aside a pair of ballet slippers whose ribbons try to entangle you to find a pair of boxed trainers, placing them on top of the drawers while you watch those ribbons gently curl around themselves like cuddling snakes. Your curiosity is piqued, but as you reach for them you remember the last time you gave in to that instinct and withdraw your hand. Having been though one transformation already that you can only prescribe to magic your not entirely surprised to see something like that and it makes you wonder if anything else in the drawer might also have a transformative effect.
You cross the room again over to the big mirrors, not quite looking your reflection in the eye as you run your fingers down the edges. There's a click as something moves under your touch and the whole panel swings open, revealing a narrow dark corridor with another door at the end. You consider the layout of the house in your mind, deciding the door must come out in the lounge you passed on the way in, recalling a glimpse of another tall mirror as you explored. There's no way of knowing if one of the mannequins would be there or not, but if they haven't tried to get to you that way perhaps they don't know about it?
You tiptoe into the bathroom and listen at the second door. While at first you thought it led back to the corridor now you've had time to think your not so sure. The door feels warm and you can smell....chlorine. You carefully open the door to find an indoor swimming pool that fills most of the space, warm air radiating from the still water. There's an exit on the far side, but only if you swam across, with another door over to your right next to a raised hot tub. You pad silently over to find a changing room, presumably with another door back to the corridor before turning back to return to the home gym.
Finally you eye up the window in the gym again. You could probably break it with one of the free weights laying around. It'd be noisy and there's no way to know what's on the other side. Your guessing the garden of the mansion you say on the way in, but you can't be certain.
You glance at the clothes on the bed, considering which would be best for your next step;