"Anything else kind of similar?" It was a plain question, but he stares at you for a few seconds. Without a word, the clerk makes his way out from behind the counter and you follow him. You realize he's leading you back to where you were just standing a moment ago. By the time you're back however, he's already got three more clam-shells in his hands. He offers you the one that isn't tucked underneath his arm. You take it, noting that it has the same red, paper label. It was probably the same brand. This one however, was a monocle.
"The Mare'NOCLE!" you read to yourself. Now with the context from before, it's pretty easy to deduce what the word play is getting at. Still though, it feels so cheap and light. You're pretty sure the rim of the single monocle is made of plastic. A quick flip shows a similar set of numbered instructions, except the legalese is taking full advantage of the monocle's smaller size this time. Another arrow paired with "take a preview" points to it. You move the product closer to your face, and the store clerk takes a few steps back. He definitely knows what these do then. You respond by looking at him through the plastic clam-shell and monocle.
It's simply as unbelievable as last time. Instead of a lean, plain-clothed man four feet away, you observe the nude-- and once again female-- form of a horse that is also a person. She's even got the other two items still tucked underneath her arm. It's impossible to not notice her human-like breasts, once again paired with a more species appropriate version below her abdomen. This time however it's not enough to obscure her nether regions at all. You can easily move the monocle, unlike the binoculars, giving you the ability to flip rapidly between store clerk and horse-woman. It's really something to see the exact same facial expression switch between a human face and a horse face. It's just like the cow-person from earlier. You're pretty sure a horse can't emote like that. As you pull the monocle away from your face he stretches his arm forward and grabs it, handing another product to you.
"The Avian'ATORS!" it reads as you pull it towards you. How quickly you've become accustomed to this type of product, bringing both lenses of the tightly clamped aviator sunglasses to your face. This one takes also takes you aback, but not because of how it changes the clerk's visage, but his sheer size. Or her sheer size, you suppose. You can't actually tell if it's female this time, but it is a bird-person. Assuming it's a she, her form is quite a bit larger than the horse, all the feathers doing a good job of widening her stature as they cover and simply suggest that she has breasts. She's a hen then, white feathered with a light-orangy beak. Even has that red stuff below her beak and around her eyes that turns into some sort of Mohawk. Her legs distinctly transition from feathers to talons, as if they were thigh-high socks. It's very odd, or at least much different to the first two versions of the clerk. You don't really feel the desire to compare this time, instead just handing the shades back.
"This one is for pigs," he says holding up the last one, "I think you can figure out the rest." You were expecting him to hand it to you, but instead he uses it to indicate to the shelf. Oh, there were a lot of these things. Like, a lot. How did you not notice these-- there's like fifty animals here. You can see foxes, sheep, dogs, cats, deer and even kangaroo. "If you need a model," the clerk says as he replaced the packages, "I'll be behind the counter. Just please-- don't open them in the store." With that he stomps back over to the counter like before, sitting down on a chair that you could not see.
Once again you're by yourself. Various vision-based or at least upper-face based products stare back at you from the shelf. You feel a stirring in your stomach. That cow binocular thing wasn't that unique. Almost five whole rows of stuff that let's you see animal-person hybrids. Of course, you realize quickly, that's just a preview. What happens when you take these things out of their plastic? Is there more to this, according those instructions? You grab an opera mask-- it's the fox one you saw from earlier. You don't really care however as you flip it over. Sure enough, another set of numbered instructions. It says to take it out of the package, look at someone, and see what happens. It even says to look at yourself.
You take a step back. A deep breath. Those instructions are probably why the clerk doesn't want you to take them out. There's an empty spot on the shelf because those Moo'nocles or whatever. Are those the ones you still want, now that you have a choice between at least forty-nine other animals?