Resignation.
That's what's on your mind as you shove the bunny ears onto your head, glowering at Blue whose look of measured impatience and expectation, despite being painted on her mostly flat face, is more convincing than even how adorable you are and how nice your outfit feels. "There" you huff. "Are you happy now big sis?" ......wait. Wait. Wait.
You take stock for a moment with what you just said.
Big sis. That's new, unwelcome, and a thought you can't get out as you look at Black, Blue, and Red.
Your purple eyes widen in panic as you frantically try and pull your purple ears off. You're met with sharp pain as you feel your dainty fingers crunch and grab your long ears, causing you to cry out in shock and your sisters (stop thinking about them that way!) to surround you in worry and concern, Black petting your head while Red gives you a worried glance and Blue hugs you tight to her taller form.
"I-I DON'T WANNA BE A MANNEQUIN!" You shout out, crying, the implication of what's going to happen to you hitting you as much as the pressure still on your groin. You lean against Blue, unable to do anything but cry against her. You're not a mannequin, you're not. You're a person. You're a human man. Your name is Purpl....
Your name is Pur....no. No. NO! "NO! I DON'T WANT THAT! MY NAME ISN'T PURPLE! IT'S PURPLE!" You cry that out in shock and horror, realizing that you can't remember any name but the color of your suit, your eyes, and your ears, causing your tears to redouble in intensity, wracking your small body with sobs and lamentations.
You stay that way for a while, hugging the thing your mind is telling you is your big sister even if you want to be anywhere else right now. She's warm, soft, comfortable, even if she hasn't taken a breath as best you can feel. Black and Red have also joined in at some point, burying you in the warm embrace of bunnies that both sharpens your terror at your fate and provides a deep and wholesome comfort. When you finally have the strength to break away, your sisters faces, though still painted on, have a bit more definition to them.
Your sisters. You don't want to think of them that way but you can't help it. Wiping tears from your large purple eyes you look them over, uncertain "So, am I going to become plastic?" You ask, timid. It's not helped by the complete lack of pressure on your groin; the pressing by the suit having vanished some time ago during your cry session, as if to herald that you were shedding the last bits of being male.
Red wiggles her hand a bit and you roll your eyes while Blue nods. Black hasn't stopped petting your head, which you're sort of grinning and bearing. "I mean, it's not like I'm not going to be alive. You three are, so, if I'm going to be like you, that's not so bad?" You don't really mean that, but you're trying to convince yourself, without much success. Still, it could be worse; Red, Blue, and Black all seem very sweet, if not for turning you into Purple, which you're not happy with.
Obviously.
Shaking your head, as if to clear it, your bunny ears flopping around a bit, you notice very clearly that your sisters look more 'real' now, their painted faces now possessing clear definition, like a doll's. Not that you've noticed any changes to yourself yet, other than being a bunny girl. That might be about to change however as tingling begins to spread around your body....