I was probably led to that room, because I had been on the floor, giggling and enjoying the smell of what had been a very explosive cup of coffee, and then next thing I knew, I was standing alone in a tiny room that was basically a dresser, a bed, enough space to shimmy between the two, and enough clearance for the door to open to admit entry.  "Entry.  Ingress."  I giggled again, my brain still loopy with coffee.  The door closed, and I managed my way, somehow, out of my clothes, and inside one of the doors to the dresser was a mirror.  My brain was finally starting to clear, and I took the opportunity to look at myself.<br/><br/>I was...tall.  Taller now than I had been before, and a lot of that height was legs.  Oh, did I<em>ever</em>have legs.  It lessened the rounding effect my curves had on my frame - and I did have them.  I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be until I got measured, but I was ninety percent sure I was a DD of some size.  I could see now why Ingress had said I looked less round than a model would be required to be.  There was something else new, too, something that wasn't my tail.<br/><br/>I had ears.  In contrast to the little catgirl standing outside, who had more or less the standard equilateral triangle shape that cats did, mine were steeper, sharper.  My nose wasn't swimming in the smell of coffee, thus I could actually now smell myself, and I smelled like...not dog.  Dog-ish?  But also girly, somehow, so that it was pleasing instead of...well, not.<br/><br/>First thing I did, once I was finished with the self-reflection, I checked what clothes were inside the dresser.  After that, I took a look at the magazines on the bed.