Well, that's you. You're a rubber freak. Covered head to toe in too shiny to be real black latex. The suit you donned earlier is now your skin, spread to other parts too. Your face, head, has been completely consumed. You're bald now, face completely covered, features ill defined, looking like a doll before any hint of decoration has been added. If you're going to be honest, there's a lot less detail on your face now than on the bunnequins. As you're deposited onto the ground and get to your feet, you notice a distinct lack of any, well, 'naughty bits'. You suppose that if you're a mannequin like them....
Sighing internally and shaking your head you look at Blue, your expression not shifting, certainly, but conveying annoyance and a sense of 'okay, what next', which you're really feeling. You're already, well, this. What else can she really do to you?
The bun seems amused at the whole thing and takes your hand, leading you onwards into the mansion.
It's a trip you're distracted for, if you're honest. You could've maybe run away earlier, or tried to, but you're really feeling out of it. You don't know how exactly a rubber...person...thing can be sick, but you are. Maybe.
Either way, you're not really able to contemplate escape, even when Blue stops to open a door. In part because a large part of you is telling you that Blue'll lead you to something that'll make your sick feeling go away. You're not sure what that part is, but it certainly feels that behind the doors....
Oh! Oooooooh. Your mind can't help but go gaga at the sight behind the doors. There's at least a half dozen rubber suits laying in a pile, all full body affairs. You can see an anime looking costume of the cutest and frilliest magical girl you've ever seen, a full on bondage demoness getup with a gas mask looking like liquid sin, a dominatrix getup that reveals nothing and promises everything, a vibrantly colored pony outfit looking like a cartoon brought to life, and many more. The Blue Bun is standing there, looking like she's smirking.
You can pick one. You can put one on and you know it'll be the best thing you've ever felt. Or you could run. Blue is distracted, you've got free hallway, and you don't think you're any slower. If anything, you're probably as tireless as they are. Maybe you coulf find a way to to reverse this curse on you, return to normal. Or, as a small part of you can't help but think, run and find a sexier and more fun fate to subject yourself to. After all, who wants to be a mannequin forever...
Shaking your head, moving with determination you...