Yesterday was practically a waste for you, all you did was visit an empty ranch and getting cooped up in your hotel room for the rest of the day. You're not staying in here any longer, though you're not going out with the tail in plain sight either.
It's easy fishing out a belt out of the closet and even easier to bound your tail and waist together. You stretch and shift your four limbs testily, much to your relief they hold fast just as you hoped they would. You won't have to wear those heavy wet clothes, nor deal with the hassle of wearing a dress. Considering the amount of roughhousing you probably will be going through, it's best to not to wear something that's going to restrain your movements.
A sweater, pair of wooly leggings, overcoat and a beanie later, you're dressed just in time for the Pleasure Island Hotel staff knocking on your door for housekeeping. You let them in and try not to flinch when you feel their eyes lingering on your form far longer than necessary, as if they're searching you for anything out of ordinary. Their resulting disappointment is apparent to you when they finally tear their stares away, seeing nothing suspicious about you. Eventually they scoot over to let you exit, and you're out and about with nobody none the wiser about your smuggled cervine part.
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The empty streets that greet you when you walk outside are a huge contrast to the hustle and bustle it was last night, making you panicked and worried that those kids had been turned into reindeer and snatched away until you realise most of them had hit the sack. Having partied non-stop through the night, the festive mood had died down by the time you exit the hotel. People on the streets are few, only a few who's trying to stay awake and those that retired early like you did wander the streets. Nothing seems out of place, everyone else is perfectly normal. Only YOU have changed. Best to stay away from them unless you want to have them ask questions about why you have a belt jutting out of your butt or worse they find out you have a tail. It would embarrassing for any of them to know, and even riskier if they happen to snitch the Pleasure Island Staff to your changes.
You stand outside the hotel, contemplating on where you should to go right now. Should you continue your fun, or do you try to get off the island?