There was no way she was going to make it through by herself, Isabelle decided with a sigh. Glancing around she located a bench and made her way over. Obviously she was far to small to be able to sit down down normally, so she did her best to repeat the climbing techniques she'd seen babies and toddlers use before.
Using her arms to pull herself up as much as she could, she then swung one leg onto the seat. She blushed realizing the proccess was leaving anyone walking by with a clear view up her dress. Once that was done though all she had to do was a little roll to end up fully on which left her laying down on her side looking out.
She quickly righted herself and looked around nervously to see if anyone was laughing at the ridiculous effort. If anyone had noticed they must not have found it notable enough to keep watching.
That let her relax a little. While she tried to get used to the feeling of sitting in a diaper, Isabelle watched as the guys filtered through the crowd and headed for the dorms. She tried to pick out people she knew to check for changes and had no luck. Whether it was correct or not every person she recognized seemed perfectly normal.
There was something she did notice. Or rather the lack of something. Now that she was stationary, she could see that some people clearly looked over and saw her, but not a single one seemed to find her notable enough for a second glance.
She wasn't surprised that the guys who were not so subtly checking out nearby women didn't seem interested in her, though definitely very relieved. But no one even seemed surprised to see someone who looked like a toddler sitting on a bench by herself at night.
Considering that she couldn't identify anyone besides Harriet was different that before, does that mean in their minds they just have seen her around before like this and so her presence isn't notable? Or because she wanted to be treated like an adult do they somehow just inherently know she is? Trying to figure out this magic stuff was giving her a headache.