Stephanie leads you out back to where you were first accosted by Alice, who is delighted to see you in your new form. She claps her hands excitedly at the sight of you, a powerful latex stallion.
"Good job Stephanie! One away from retirement!" Alice motions to the cat girl. "Emily, please take Steph back to storage." Steph's exuberance turns to a downcast look at this news. Clearly your living quarters would not be five-star quality.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"The sex? Yeah. Being made into a rubber freak? Not so much," you reply. Everything you do feels incredibly odd in your new body. One of the oddest things is the overwhelming smell of the material you're now made up of, which you hope you'll eventually get used to.
"We're not rubber, silly, we're latex," says Alice. "Did Steph explain how this is going to work?"
"Yep. I'm either a sex toy or a whore", you say. "I have to say, not sure which to pick."
"You don't have to decide now," Alice says, before moving her eyes down to your reformed package. "Although, I must say you're pretty well hung stud." Is she flirting with you?"
"I'll stay a guy for now then, but I guess if I ever want to go back to society I'll have to join you at some point," you admit.
"If that's what you want, maybe we should have some fun..."