Iâ€™ve been talking about it for weeksâ€¦ how adorable you would look in a little bunny suit â€“ long ears, white fur, little cotton tail, and a little pink bow sitting squarely on your neck.Â How wonderful it will be to show you off to all my friends, gushing about what a cute bunny you will make.
Every time I would bring it up, you would turn a new shade of red.Â You didnâ€™t want to be paraded in front of my friends, especially in a bunny costume.Â But you knew it would be far worse in the long run if you were to fuss and complain and try to wiggle your way out of the humiliation I was bound and determined to subject you to.Â Itâ€™s not like you havenâ€™t been paraded in front of them before, in full clad adult baby wear no less â€“ right down to a diaper that I made you fill for all my friends to see.Â Â So how bad could it be in a bunny outfit? How bad indeedâ€¦
The big day arrives and you are dumb-founded as the realization of what is about to happen washes over you.Â You hear the soft murmurs of my friends as they file in, but you keep staring down at the bed, the â€œbunny suitâ€ laid out carefully before you.Â This is much worse then you could have imagined.
I pop my head in to check on your progress and say to you, â€œHurry up honey, all our guests are arriving, and I canâ€™t wait â€˜til they see you in your sexy sissy bunny-slut outfit!Â We have a lot of â€˜specialâ€™ games we want to show you.â€
How bad indeed, you think to yourselfâ€¦