Playboy bunny.

Jen could not resist touching the silk of the bunny suit again. The strapless one piece bodysuit was its main part that had to be preceded by nylons to make sense. The girl rolled them up her legs impatiently. The nylons felt strong, smooth and as expensive as a single pair could be. They looked glittery with a dark shade of red, which would look unusual, unless paired with something like the thing she picked next.

The red outside was silky and smooth, except for the bra, which had gathers as part of its design. The back had a gap with some protrusions made of harder material. Apparently, pushing it together was the way to close the garment.

The white inner side of the suit was even smoother, but not as soft. Jen stepped out of the stripper sandals, found some free space in the wardrobe to stand on and then stepped into the leg holes. As she pulled the suit up her thighs, she admitted its weight to be more than she anticipated.

"Oh." — was her reaction to the suit's crotch finding its place, making the dildo within it much more intrusive and volatile, while completely invisible from outside. The suit continued to surprise Jen with its strictness and rigidness when she discovered the relentless ribbing hidden between layers that was going to be much more noticeable once the donning was finished.

The bra was also full of mysteries. Apparently, it had some massage gear installed, but Jen could not figure it out, nor did she care too much. She just made sure to get her breasts inside correctly, then exhaled deeply and pushed her own sides with ****.

A series of loud snaps ran up her back. Jen was reassured that this hi-tech garment was on when the bra tightened as well, pushing the remaining air pockets out and creating a vacuum seal of sorts.

"How does that feel? Can you describe it for me, sweetheart?"

"Hmm. Powerful and... committed. To something."

"But you're not fully committed yet, are you?"

Jen picked up the red bunny ears. They were attached to a matte black headband. {If Insanity < 60}She took a closer look and found some tiny holes of unknown purpose on the inner side, even though they were almost indistinguishable in the black accessory.

"You can be sure they are for your own convenience."{else}Her glance quickly shifted back to the red and shiny though. The ears were rather thick, durable and bendable. She made sure to test the last feature. The ears could bend forwards and backwards, curl up and straighten back without any folds. She almost wondered why anyone would put that much effort into such a seemingly secondary accessory.

"Someone who cares that much about customer experience. "{endif}

After a tiny pause for appreciative admiration, Jen put the headband behind her ears and against her hair. It felt like even the shape of her specific head was considered. An intrusive sensation then struck her head, as if there was a sharp pinch.

It subsided quickly though, and the girl had so much faith that the headband's placement needed no adjustments that she never raised her hand up for this cause.

And yet, something changed in Jen's mind and she could feel it.

"Well, you're a bunny girl now, that's the change! Congratulations!" — the voice was so much clearer now, and every letter it spelt was lasting longer in her functional ears. — "But your outfit is still incomplete. Hmm, how about a pair of sleeves? The real bunny girls do wear them oftentimes. Your arms are boring without them, now that I think of it."

Jen hesitantly looked at the steel bracelets she considered using before.

"Those aren't sleeves. They're slaves! But I like your train of thought. A steel collar would be a very redeeming quality for our employment."

"Employment?"

"Why, of course! Don't tell me you just wanted to 'be' a bunny girl for a while and then go 'be' someone else?"

"I never thought about this. Might be fun, but I'm not sure." — Jen was beginning to feel like a passenger in her own journey. She was yet to find anyone at all here, let alone a grinning HR manager with a ready work contract. Did the ears tell her second voice something exclusive from her?

When her eyes managed to focus again, she was already holding the shiny red collar open in her hands. It did not look the type that would just come on and off at will. And yet, there still was the 'go along with the ride'.