You stroll down a little pathway back toward the carnival, feeling your hips sway uncomfortably. They sway side to side in a girlish way, reminding you of your recent changes. Looking back you see your tail sway in rhythm to you backside, like a metronome.
As you walk you explore yourself a bit. You cup your budding breasts with your paws, though there isn't much to cup. Passing a broken mirror on the roadside you discover the fur does a very good job of hiding your nipples, not to mention your other new accessory.
Your paws are large and bulky, almost cartoonish, though you suppose that makes you all the more cute. Giggling slightly you begin to skip down the path.
You hear the voices of people off in the distance, and suddenly you blush. Girlish modesty overwhelms you as your arm covers your chest, your free paw doing the same with you furred mound. Ducking behind a batch of parked cars to hide your nose goes to work without your permission. A large array of new smells hits you, almost making you dizzy.
You catch mostly human scents from the carnival, and mostly animal scents from behind you at the laser arena. One human scent intrigues you though, it's a little girl's. You determine she's at least within a few years of your age, and therefore her clothes should fit you.
Her scent leads you to an empty car. With a bit of luck on your side the door is unlocked. You follow the scent to a single bag, it's so heavy with her smell it must be full of her clothing. Grabbing it you run off toward the nearby shelter of a forest.