Jen dashed out of the door, having to look back to make sure it shut thanks to the absence of the slam. It was strange how the lack of sound impacted what you did, you could no longer take sound as an indicator. Her clothes felt a little tight on her but she shrugged it off as the doors to the bus slide open.
Thanking the bus driver she hastily made her way to a seat in the back corner, no one paid her much attention or seemed to notice that she was making no sound on her way to the seat.
Sitting down she noticed her pants and gasped. "Oh no..." reaching into her bag she pulled out her phone to get a better look at herself. She quietly swore under her breath as her fears were confirmed. Her expensive designer clothes and fashion sense was gone. Her expensive heels were now tight black flats. Her blue Levi jeans were now simple black capri pants with a pair of red suspenders attached to them for seemingly no reason. Her top now a long-sleeved black and white striped top. The outfit was rounded off by a pair of dainty white gloves and a black beret that rested on her head.
It was then she realised that she was holding her open palm over her mouth in an exaggerated surprised expression. She quickly looked around and confirmed that people were too busy talking to each other to notice this. What concerned her was how natural that felt...and how part of her found her new outfit cute and appropriate.