You decide to quickly defuse the situation with the walrus first.
"Oops! Sorry, mister!" your voice squeaks out. You're shocked to hear yourself speak in a voice that sounds like Marylin Monroe on helium. There's even a grainy, phonograph quality to it.
The Walrus gentleman's demeanor changes immediately and he smiles and shakes his head as if to say "Not at all!"
The shock of your new voice prompts you to look down at your body for the first time.
Oh no.
Your legs are still splayed in front of you after your fall, but they've changed. They're now in black and white and surrounded by cartoon outlines like everything else in this toon world, but more notably they're now thick and feminine, with plump thighs and tiny, tiny feet clad in black high-heeled shoes. They're just barely covered by the short, simple black dress that now hugs your massively curvy hips and cups your new round breasts. You find yourself staring at your tiny new hands, turning them over and over and flexing your short, slender little fingers...
"a-HEM!"
Looks like the walrus businessman is back to being angry.
You awkwardly pull yourself to your feet, which is a bit of a strange experience with your new unfamiliar body shape. You now feel much smaller than you're used to, but also much bigger in... certain places. Your ass is definitely huge now, but your limbs are so short and stout, your legs now placed much further apart than you're used to thanks to your wide hips. Surprisingly the heels don't seem to give you any trouble.
"Sorry, sorry!" you squeak out again, flinching at the sound of your own voice.
You quickly step out of the path of the walrus man and he bows graciously before continuing on his way.
You spot a puddle on the side of the road and decide to kneel down and examine your reflection.
Staring back at you is an absurdly cute cartoon lady, drawn(?) in the style of those old black and white Fleischer cartoons and bearing no small resemblance to Betty Boop herself. Her hair is in a short bob hairstyle that would have been popular in the 1930s. Her eyes are perfectly round and decorated with no more than six eyelashes each. Her nose is merely a suggestion of a nose, a tiny little dot of a button. Her minuscule mouth, dotted with lipstick, hangs open in shock. You catch yourself staring at the cleavage of her breasts, YOUR breasts, when suddenly a car comes speeding by and splashes you head to toe with water as it passes over the puddle.
The icy cold water snaps you out of it and you wrap your arms around your drenched body, shivering and chattering your teeth. What now? This is almost too much to take in. Remembering that this is a cartoon, you quickly shake your whole body, sending water droplets everywhere and leaving you perfectly warm and dry again.
Well, at least that's one problem solved.