After you hand your ray gun to one of the attendants and tell them to bring it back to the Tech you got it from and grab your belongings back from the locker you left them at, you leave the premises and start looking around for a food stand.
You don't have to search too long though - apparently your sense of smell got improved as part of your changes, but you never notices because the entire Laser Tag area mostly smelled of sweaty clothes and people, and if there was anything else to smell, it got drowned out by that. As a result, you quickly follow the scent of meat and cooking oil to a stand that's selling various kinds of grilled sausages and fried goodness, and you order a a bit of everything, with some fries on the side - rather expensive for what it is, but now you're no longer busy zapping as well as hiding from people and finally about to get some food, you barely hold yourself back from drooling as you're watching the vendor fix your portion for you.
Once you get your food, you barely make it to one of the standing tables before your table manners take a break and you decimate your fries and sausages in record time, using only your hands.
While you finish up the leftovers, you hear some chuckling from the side and see a group of guys blatantly oogling you.
At first you're confused why they'd be into watching you eat, but you very quickly realize that you're not only still a big-titted and -assed fox lady wearing clothes that are as skimpy as they are flamboyant, you just shoved a lot of rather phallic objects down your throat, and ended up with a bit of grease and condiments around your mouth.
Before you can do much more than freeze in embarrassment, one of the guys calls out to you, "Hey cutie, you wanna have a go at MY sausage next?", to the amusement of his cohorts.
You quickly gather your wits though and grab the last sausage - fittingly a wiener - and slowly slide it halfway down your maw while winking at them, only to then bite into it and rip it apart like an animal and dart away while they're still stunned.
Luckily, they're not the kind of guys to get angry over this and seek revenge - they're busy with teasing the poor guy you just traumatized - so you still have the time to grab a napkin and clean yourself off as you go.
On your way back to where you came from, you realize you're drawing quite a bit of attention - you probably were doing so before as well, but now that you're no longer hungry, you notice more about your surroundings than just the location of the nearest food stand.
For example, while you're not the only non-human running around - there are a few more anthros, several fantasy races, a robot, and even what seems to be a living plushie running around - most of them look rather mundane compared to you, with realistically sized curves, and their clothing seems to be either fitting for their form, mundane clothes that weren't changed along with their owner, or completely nude, yet still perfectly modest, and the few people that don't follow this trend seem to almost exclusively be performers - in fact, one of them, a musician, asks you to dance to his next song.
You didn't really want to, but the amount of expectant eyes on you makes you yield, and so you agree to a quick performance.
The music starts slow, allowing you to get into the rhythm and gracefully move around, reserving a bit of space in the crowd for your performance as you go, but it picks up soon and you find yourself busting out some moves you've only seen on TV before.
Not everything goes to plan - for example, during a sideflip, you're quickly reminded of the fact that gravity still exists, and affects your bust as well, and barely manage to stumble through the landing, or how you almost slip on a snowcone someone apparently dropped recently.
All in all, the audience is still impressed, and applaud for the two of you once the performance ends.
Afterwards, you'd like to leave, but if anything, the crowd got bigger during your performance, and so the musician asks if you'd like to give an encore.