You're probably embarrassed that your first reaction is to hug Blue in some fear at what's happening. While she's the reason that you're Purple and short and in this mess in the first place, she also gives the best hugs and you feel safe in her arms. You know you shouldn't, but you shouldn't also be 4'11 without heels and ears, a girl, or named Purple so here you are. "Sis, what's happening?" You mutter out, scared at the possibility of those being your last words, deciding to bury your face in the taller Bunnygirl's cleavage on some instinct.
The warm and comfortable hands around your back you expect, but not the words that follow a moment later. "Shhh, shhhh, I know this is scary Purple, but you're doing amazing." Your ears twitch in shock and comprehension and your brain instantly knows that this is Blue's voice. It's warm, almost motherly, kind.
Pulling back to look up at her, (though still hugging her) find her face looking like a doll's, yes, but one of those that can talk. There's definition, and while the uncanny valley is very firmly stepped in, it's infinitely better than when you first saw her. That face spreads into a smile and she pats your head as you gape out a "Your f-face?!" shocked. "You c-can talk too?! Sis! How?!" You're overjoyed, you can't help it.
"We could always talk dumbbutt." You feel a flick along your ears, causing you to emit an involuntary 'ow' as you turn to see an even more realistic faced Red, still very clearly within the Uncanny Valley but further along than Blue. "You just didn't listen because you were too busy panicking about everything. Idiot." Another flick from Red, another 'ow!'
"Awwww, you look so cute Purple!" You're pulled away from both Blue and Red by Black, whose face, other than a bit of a shine and sheen that looks a bit unreal, could pass for a very pretty girl. She gives you a biiiiiiig squeeze, and while you can't feel any heartbeat from her, you don't have one either.
Frantically, you turn back to Blue, whose face is similar to Black's now. "W-What's going on? What's happening with your faces? Why don't I have a heartbeat anymore?!" Your voice is scared, looking to your 'biggest' sister to help. You can't help it, this fear in you is something you can't suppress no matter how you try and seemed to bubble up from nowhere. It's like the rest of your mannerisms; that in an hour you've gone from a normal man to a cutesey bunnygirl and you see no reason to not be that bunnygirl now, because, after all, you're Purple.
Blue gives you a calm smile, nodding. "Well little sister, you, me, Red and Black, we're what we are because we wanted to be beautiful, to be admired, to inspire jealousy in others with our very being. When you touched me for the first time I knew that you wanted to be like us, to be forever cast in beauty. It's why you couldn't see our faces or hear our voices until you became one of us; all people see is the suit. But you, who has fully embraced it, see us as the people we are." She rubs your head, taking you from Black. "If a human came in now, they'd see you as a smaller, cuter mannequin in purple. But that's okay, because you've got us."
"Heheheh, yep, you're stuck with us dumbbutt." Red giving you a noogie as you flail a little under her ministrations, her 'abuse' lessening the blow of what Blue told you with distraction.
"I think her butt is very smart." Black gives you a warm smile, taking your hand and walking you back a few paces to the original room you found Blue in. "I bet you'd love to spend some time admiring it, wouldn't you?"
You look like you're about to object or say something or ask questions about who or why or how but you catch sight of yourself in the mirror along the side of the room. Your sisters too, of course, all of whom have joined you, but you especially. Your purple eyes. Your ears. That perfect outfit. You're not drooling at the sight of yourself, but you kind of are. At the very least, you can get lost in your own eyes, a phenomenon which your sisters seem to also share, the trio taking up positions around you. Your thoughts, your questions, they're stilled. The only thing you can think about is how pretty you are. Without so much as a word, the four of you stand stock still, staring at your reflections in the mirror, content to gaze at yourselves in your perfect outfits until...