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You stumble out of the shop on uneasy legs. Your new feminine form practically glows in the morning light. Your skin soft and felt almost brand new. It was around mid day when you went in and now it is sometime in the morning. What kind of shop was that? You wonder to yourself.
You had wanted to get a sneak peak at the shops in the new center, usually some of these businesses leave their doors open and you can poke around a bit before they formally open for business. You look back at yourself and realize that it probably wasn't a good idea.
Well, hopefully I can make it home without too many people seeing me, you think to yourself. I definitely won't be able to explain how I wound up as a centaur.. Humataur. You mentally shrug to yourself and give up. You were something and you were something weird. If found you'd probably wind up dissected on some government's secret base.
You lower breasts bounce into the backs of your front legs with timed precision, knocking off your train of thought and threatening to knock your knees out as you walked precariously across the lawn. The grass cool and damp in the morning light. Sunlight pours through the tree overhead as you look around. There is no one to be seen, you dont have a watch or a phone on you to tell the time, Perhaps it is still too early for people to be out and about. In any event you realize you need to get home quickly to try and make sense of the situation you're in and try to find some way to work this out.
Maybe you could take your car back home. You looked at your new form with hesitation. Your new butt was a good four or five feet behind you now. You'd have to find a way to take the back of your seat off or position yourself in a way to allow your back half to fit in the car.
Your feet touch the asphalt of the parking lot, your soft skin feeling the rough texture beneath it. The calluses you had previously from walking on your feet for most of your life have seemingly melted away. It's a good thing your car is such a short distance.
You break into a short run, and quickly realize that it is a bad idea. Your breasts bounce wildly and painfully under the blanket and on your chest. You moderate your pace and proceed at a more reasonable pace. Your brain quickly accommodates your new legs and you quickly are able to walk in time with your front legs. The main distraction still being the pendulous breasts hanging from your lower torso.
You curse under your breath and continue. You finally reach your car and realize how difficult this task is going to be. The parking lot is starting to fill up with the early morning workers. You can see them parked in the distance blearily walking into their various jobs. You pop the door open and realize you have no idea how to even start getting into the car. You turn around and shove your new butt into the entrance, turning bending and twisting around trying to fit your butt into the passenger seat from the drivers side. You squat with your back legs while standing on the passenger seat. You turn, twisting around and can kind of squeeze into an awkward standing position while bending into the car. Nope it wont work, too tight.
You get out of the car and walk around to the side, and put down the passenger seat, trying that approach again. You squat down and lean your drivers seat all the way back. Your torso hanging over the back of the seat with your hindquarters in the back seat. This will work, you can see and you can reach the pedals. Ok. Slow and steady. You pull out of the parking lot carefully, unused to the new angles of your body. A short drive later, and you find yourself parking in front of your house that you share with a few roommates.
You hope that none of them are awake at this point. You slowly walk up to the door, and open it to find...
Written by crunchynachoes on 20 October 2018
