At a bar
The whole place was unsettling. She couldn't get over how, well, tight she felt in this body, as though any minute she would burst out. Taking a moment to covertly look around, she glanced down and skimmed a hand over her chest before glancing at her backside. The change was startling. The difference in the weight distribution was taking a while, too, so much that even the act of walking took a while to get used to. All in all, it was a little embarrassing, but it could always be worse.
Fists were clenched at her sides as she stalked through the bright colors and past the other shoppers. The casual clothes weren't out of place even if she damn well felt like it. Could have been worse, though. At least she hadn't been wearing less clothing. She was sure she wouldn't be able to handle that with any amount of dignity.
But the slightly clumsy footsteps led her outside a place that gave her pause. It was a bar true to the theme of this whole mall (mall? mall.), with bright colors and geometric shapes, this time contrasting with the darkness. Her eyes slid to the side briefly, mouth set in a thin line, before she pushed forward. What the hell, right? How much trouble could it cause? Moving forward, she showed only the slightest hesitation before sliding onto a bar stool. "Jack and Coke," she told the bartender smoothly. She hesitated again. "And whatever appetizer platter you have." It was time to test just what this body could do.