No, try to move on

Thinking isn't your current strong suit, so you figure there must be something else you can wear up ahead, and simply move on from the room, completely naked. The weight of your cock between your legs is an entirely new sensation, and your erection makes it awkward to move quickly, as it swings back to hit the front of your leg with each step, occasionally flinging drops of cum and precum off to your sides.

For as natural as the last room was, you can literally feel the ground changing under your feet, as dirt and grass give way to a cold, unforgiving metal sheet, your footsteps echoing through the hall. Shortly it opens up into a similarly unnatural room, small and perfectly cubed. A single door is on the opposite wall, solid metal with no way to see through it. There's a mirror on the wall, the same height as you, and a table in the other corner, a singular wooden chair next to it. Above the table are various cabinets of shapes, sizes, and materials, from small wooden squares to large metal circles.

You give the room a quick look over, and head straight for the mirror, eager to see exactly what state your body was left in. A naked figure stares back at you- the same face you recognize, on a body that isn't quite your own. Your breasts have swelled to almost double their original size, and you think they'd easily fill up an E-sized bra, topped with a pair of long, completely erect nipples. Between your legs is a sizeable penis, also sporting an erection, and behind that is still the walls of your pussy, still a bit damp from the earlier orgasm.

As you look in the mirror, though, your reflection starts to change. Your cock shrinks into your body, and your breasts along with it, and in seconds you're staring at your original body, still naked. After a few more seconds, though, the reflection starts to move, picking up a set of clothes from the floor and putting them on. You take a quick look around the room, and realize that there are actually a new, clean set of clothes lying next to the mirror. It's only a matching green shirt and skirt, but you figure it's better than nothing, and quickly dress yourself. The clothes almost fit, but the shaft of your erect cock tents the skirt, pulling the material upwards, and the shirt is slightly too short around your bust- it comes to an end just above your belly button, its tight fabric clearly outlining your hard nipples. Out of the corner of your eye, you could swear the reflection in the mirror is smiling, but it vanishes when you look back at the mirror.