Inside, she found that none of her bras could support her larger breasts. Mary added "new bras" to her mental list of things to buy. Furthermore, she discovered that her panties wouldn't fit right thanks to her udder getting in the way. Her sex had been shifted farther back to allow room for it, and the udder was so large and hanging so low anyway that it didn't seem anyone would even be able to see it. Not to mention her tail complicated the matter even more. Besides, her fur should cover enough up, and she doubted anyone who was transformed would be paying much attention to anyone's body but their own.
She sighed, giving into the animalistic urge to remain as unclothed as possible. She threw on a blue shirt and went out to her car.
She stopped off at a clothing store to find suitable-sized bras. The notion of not wearing one at all had occurred to her, though they were a bit unmanageable due to their size, weight and sway. "That's what I get for choosing to be a cow," she remarked. Once she purchased some good pairs, she went to a dressing room to put one on.
At the supermarket, she loaded her cart with all sorts of vegetables and fruits. She bought some non-meat soups as well. Now that she had become a cow, she seemed to be negatively disposed to eating meat. Dairy products still seemed okay, however, as she bought cheese and eggs. "I can make my own milk," she assumed.
At the counter, the human clerk rang up her items. "Another new vegetarian?" she asked.
"I guess so," Mary said.
"We've been getting a lot of that today. I came to work as a pig myself, but the boss made everyone change back to normal. He said it was unprofessional."
"Sounds like your boss doesn't know how to have fun," the cow woman said.
"Oh, he does. He just liked torturing us. When he goes on his lunch break, a few of us are going to sneak a few drops of the chicken vial into his food."
The two women chuckled. Mary paid for her things and pushed her cart outside. While waiting for cars to let her cross into the parking lot, a woman called to her.
"Miss? Excuse me, miss! With the horns!"
Mary turned and saw a woman in her sixties sitting on a bench. Next to her was an open case of accessories. It held earrings, necklaces and the like, but strangely also included collars, tags, bells and even brands.
"You look like you could use some jewelry," the woman said in a quavering voice.
"I do feel a little...plain," Mary said truthfully. Now that most of the world had become half-animals, she felt that she still lacked a unique style. After all, the only thing she was wearing was a bra and a tee-shirt.
"I might have something up your alley," the woman responded. Her hands fumbled through a pile of unsorted items. "I've got a cow bell in here. Or, if that's not your thing, there's a few large earrings. How about this?" She pulled a gold ring out of the pile and held it up to Mary. It had a pleasing shine, and looked thicker than a normal earring. "It's a nose ring. Not too many animals can pull this off, but you seem the perfect type."
Mary took the 24 karat ring and looked at it closely. It seemed silly, but she wanted to try it on. "How much?"
"For a pretty woman like you, it's on the house if you buy at least one more thing." The woman had a strange smile that didn't strike Mary as entirely genuine. It could have just been the wrinkles in her face, though.
"Where did you get all this stuff?" Mary asked. It hardly seemed as if this woman pulled it all together in just one day, after seeing the public's use of the vials. "Come to think of it, why haven't you tried your box of vials?"
"Oh, don't mind that," the woman said in a light-hearted dismissal. "I don't think a woman of my age should be worrying too much about her looks. Do we have a deal? What else would you like to buy?"