"Look," she begins as (to your astonishment) she starts to untie you from behind, "it's been a very long time since we've had anybody down here. It's all just me and the girls, and... well, they're good friends, but they both have one track minds." She circles around you and gently takes your hands into her paws, all while you remain phased by the fact that she seems to be letting you go. "I just want someone who I can relate to, you know? Just someone I can talk to. Someone like, well," and at this point she gives you the most heart-wrenching puppy dog look you've ever seen, "someone like you. Someone who's more complicated than that." You feel her paws slide further up yours as her voice becomes slightly more desperate. "Please, only for a few minutes, that's all I ask."
At this point, you feel her sliding her paws even higher, reaching them over your wrist. They almost tickle, so you look down, and when you do you see that she hasn't been moving her paws at all. Instead, a brown substance similar to the white latex that makes up her skin is being secreted from them, slowly working its way past your wrists. Your hands themselves are puffing out, and in a matter of seconds have become a pair of chubby brown paw-hands not unlike her own. When you look away from the spectacle and face her, you can see that her previously pitiable face is now covered with a mischievous sort of malice, the corner of her mouth twisting into a threatening smirk.
"After all, a few minutes is all I'll need."