Molly Mouse.

When the door opens, you don't see anyone at first ... and then you look down. Molly Mouse is a white mouse-girl, only about half your height even though she's an adult. She has large pink ears, a pink nose, violet eyes, and smooth white fur from head to tail. She's wearing a pink T-shirt, cut high on her midriff and stretched tightly over her breasts, and blue denim shorts that are very short indeed.

She looks at you, and your lack of clothes, with astonishment, and her gaze slowly trails down to your cock, which is just level with her face.

"Doctor Doohickey zapped off my clothes," you explain.

She blinks, twice, without taking her gaze away from your cock. Then she raises her eyes, and smiles warmly at you. "Maybe you had better come inside," she says, stepping back and inviting you in with a wave.

"Thanks," you say, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. "Sorry about this. If I can just borrow a towel or a blanket or something, I can get back to my house and find some new clothes."

"I'll get you a bedsheet," she says. "Come back with me to the bedroom."

You follow her through the house, and get a good view of the motion of her hips and the twitching of her tail as she walks. When you reach the bedroom, she opens a closet and hauls out a white bundle. She returns to you and hands you the bedsheet, but all the while, her eyes are on your cock.

All of that female attention has a predictable effect, and as your cock starts to stiffen and grow, her smile widens. "That's going to make quite a bump in your bedsheet," she tells you.