Inside entrance to the mall
There was too much of her. Long, long, long legs (almost as long as she was tall when she was in her body, okay, maybe not, but they were long) and they were dressed in the kind of suits that someone else she knew used to wear.
She never wore suits like this. Not men's suits, or women's suits, or any suit at all, but this one fit her new body like it was made for it. Maybe it was, she had no idea, but she made a show out of stretching out her new arms like she'd seen men do, check out her cuff links and -- she was missing something. Noticeably something on her chest was gone like the boob fairy worked in reverse and BAM gone.
Which meant -- yeah, she checked, full on grabbed her brand new third leg that felt like a limp hot dog and yelped because goddamn that hurt. "Ow. Fuck." Sad face. Be gentle next time. She patted it to make sure no permanent damage had been done to her one-eyed trouser snake and started inside, legs walking comically far apart as if she was afraid she might squeeze her nuts to death if her legs got too close together.
But men didn't walk like that, did they? They were fine the other way. No nuts cracked between hairy thighs and so she tried, with hip sway because the hips should move as she walked in the door to the mall. Right. She could do this. Her sack of beans were fine. Chin up, determination in the set of her-- his? -- mouth, she straightened her tie because men did that all the time too, and ran her hands down her very flat chest to smooth out the lines of her suit.
Good? All good. Malls were like a second home and she just couldn't keep it in, because her bits and bobs were fine, her feet started moving, ankles out, toes in, knees and hips and arms, breaking it down like that girl from Alice in Wonderland. Suck on that. A laugh burst out of her, but it wasn't the high pitched laugh she was expecting, but a man's and she promptly covered her mouth with both hands. Oh that was strange. Strange. She looked around, but no one seemed to give a dog's ass about it. Her hands dropped down to the side, lips pressed together tightly to keep the sounds in even as the sides went up and up, and strode forward on her jazz feet.