My Little Centauress

I lift the head piece, a hood, slipping it over my head, then look at the mirror.
What I see is still myself, where I stand before the mirror, only a Centauress.
“Hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of polishing your suit.
You do enjoy how it shine?” the voice came back again.
“Oh yes, I most certainly do!” I replied.
I had noticed that the hood of the suit was inside my mouth, just an inch or two, but still.
The lube was there too, but it tasted to good, I could not have imagined.
“You just have to put on the hood!” I told my friend.
She looked back at me; “You look great, I just must try it on!” she replied.
Then she found her hood, slipping it on her head.
There it was again, the voice.
Would you mind posing for a shot?” it continued.
As we turn towards the wall, where the door we came in through.
Now, finally I notice the image on the wall.
There are two Centauresses looking at the door.